Chapter 227: School Reaction, Elves, Transfiguration
That night, when Aiden returned to the Ravenclaw tower, he found the eaglets gathered inside the tower waiting for him.
"Aiden, don't be sad, we know this is not your problem." Edmund came up to comfort him.
"Yeah, it's all because of that damn Karkaroff." Ethan also spoke.
The other little wizards started discussing it.
"That old zombie", "Curse him to meet the Death Eaters in the future.", "Oh, this is a bit too much.".....
"Okay, okay, thank you very much for your comfort. I will cheer up and actively face the next game!" Aiden said loudly.
"Okay," "Keep working hard," "Show them how powerful Ravenclaw is.".....
The little wizards scattered away amidst the noise.
"You really don't care at all?"
Edmund put his arm around Aiden's shoulders and tried to find the loss in his eyes.
"e on." Aiden tapped him on the head.
"What do you think this score means?" Aiden asked back.
"Uh, victory, glory, superiority?" Ethan said.
And Edmund, who had been baptized by information, found the key, "Nothing."
“Yes, the victory of the whole game is to win the final trophy, and no one tells you that getting a high score means winning.
Everything is just an illusion made up by our own minds, or at least an illusion that someone wants us to make up." Aiden shrugged.
"This..." Ethan was speechless for a moment.
"Man, it seems you still have a lot to learn." Edmund patted Ethan's shoulder.
"Let's go, let's go back." Aiden walked towards his dormitory.
......
Elsewhere, in the Gryffindor common room, the twins lifted Harry up.
"Make way, our king is coming!" George said with a smile.
"Welcome Harry Potter to his loyal Gryffindor," Fred said teasingly.
The common room was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and Harry took the opportunity to hold up the golden egg.
"Do you want me to open it?" Harry asked.
"On" * N
Then, in the spotlight of everyone, Harry punched in the golden egg, and a shrill scream spread throughout the lounge.
"I understand. You will have to deal with a female ghost in the second game!" Simo was the first to react.
"I think it's the Cruciatus Curse," Neville suggested.
"Maybe we should go to the prefects' bathroom and attack Percy?" George and Fred also came up to join in the fun.
"It seems that further research is needed." Harry stared at the golden egg in a daze.
......
As the game was late, Harry had not yet eaten dinner.
So Hermione and Ron took Harry to the kitchen.
"The kitchen is in the basement. You can get in by just scratching the pear on the fruit painting."
Ron explained as he led Harry along the way, and fiddled with the pear.
The kitchen door opened and Harry and his friends received a warm welcome. The house-elves greeted them warmly.
"Look at the two of you. You're as sweet as an old married couple again." Aiden narrowed his eyes as he devoured the meal at the table.
"Aiden? Why are you here?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Let's eat." Aiden picked up a piece of steak and put it into his mouth.
"Harry Potter!" came a high-pitched, familiar voice.
"Dobby!" Harry smiled. "Why are you here?"
"Of course it's because the shameful Dobby is demanding salary and freedom
"Of course it's because the shameless Dobby asked for salary and freedom!" Another elf looked at him with contempt.
"Winky?" Harry ran into a second familiar face.
"Oh, kind Mr. Potter, thank you very much for pleading for me before." Winky bowed to Harry.
"What's going on with you?" Harry asked.
"The principal took in these homeless elves, and an innocent school director had to give them all a sum of money as salary."
Aiden wiped his mouth after eating.
"You pay the elves a salary?" Hermione's eyes lit up.
"Otherwise, it's impossible for the Hogwarts board of directors to join the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association and do nothing." Aiden raised his eyebrows.
"You are so rich! I would love to spend this money on myself." Ron muttered.
But he immediately quieted down after being elbowed in the stomach by Hermione.
"We could have offered them a weekly salary of ten Galleons and four days' rest, but they refused and kept begging us not to fire them."
The full dragon paced back and forth to digest the food, and the elves beside him smiled at Harry and the others.
Aiden's remarks made Hermione realize the specialness of the house-elves.
"So, are you still planning on pursuing your political ambitions, Ms. Granger?" Aiden asked.
"Of course." Hermione held her head high and chest puffed out as she forcibly tied her two grown boys onto the warship.
"Haha, I wish you all the best." Aiden yawned and walked out of the kitchen.
The controversy surrounding the match soon ended, and the second match was scheduled for February of next year.
The peaceful and tranquil study time at Hogwarts began again.
Who is the happiest person in this period of time? Of course it is our Harry Potter.
Ever since he fought the fire dragon, the comments of the whole school have undergone a shocking reversal, and girls have begun to appear around him and greet him.
On Tuesday, during the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked everyone to turn guinea fowl into guinea pigs.
The young wizards completed the task easily. Harry and Ron were fighting a knight duel with fake wands in the back row and were yelled at by Professor McGonagall.
At the same time, Professor McGonagall also announced something about the Christmas ball in class.
After class, Aiden took his paper to Professor McGonagall. Because the surprise came so suddenly, Professor McGonagall even forgot to tell Harry about the warrior lead dance.
"You finished that?" Professor McGonagall asked excitedly.
"Yes, professor, let's talk while we walk." Aiden stepped aside to make way for the professor.
Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall was more anxious than Aiden and dragged Aiden all the way to her office.
"Now, Mr. Prewett, I need you to give me a detailed explanation." Professor McGonagall sat down quickly.
He hurriedly made a cup of tea for Aiden and handed him a piece of paper and a pen.
"Professor, don't be so anxious. Let's take a look at something first."
Aiden tore off some of the paper handed to him by Professor McGonagall, and with the surge of magic power, the scraps of paper turned into an iron pestle.
"Professor, look, this is an iron pestle transformed by Transfiguration."
Aiden bent the iron pestle lightly, and it broke and returned to its original shape.
“Although we used Transfiguration, we only achieved Transfiguration and ignored Transformation.
Normally, in wizard duels, even if we use Transfiguration to create vines or transform animals, we will try to choose hard objects. Why do you think this is the case? "
"Because the mass and hardness are enough to make our creations more aggressive," Professor McGonagall replied.
"So professor, whether you make an object or a wizard bigger or smaller, where does the extra mass go?" Aiden asked.
"Of course it's carried by magic, it's that simple..."
Professor McGonagall was about to give an answer, but suddenly fell into deep thought.
"The carrying capacity of magic, such a simple and elementary question, why didn't I think of it..." Professor McGonagall murmured.
"Yes, our magic offsets the mass and volume of matter we remove or add when we transform." Aiden nodded.
"But magic cannot touch the essence of things." Professor McGonagall frowned again.
"It is our magic power that cannot touch it, but what about the magic power that is the blood of the world and flows through the world?"
Aiden picked up the parchment and drew a moon on it.
"Change, moon wheel, rotation, conversion, transformation." Professor McGonagall read out what Aiden really wanted to say.
"Yes Professor, that's the answer." Aiden pointed to the parchment.
"Introducing the moon wheel Gyfu (Γ) based on the transformation of the human body to absorb the magic of the moon,
Jera (?) The cycle of seasons, used to stabilize the balance between Transfiguration and the magic of the moon,
Tiwaz (?) is fair, to ensure that the alien magic can be discharged in time when the transformation fails. "
"So wouldn't a Transfiguration designed this way only work when the moon is rising?"
Professor McGonagall, a technical expert, immediately saw the problem with this magic.
"That's not necessarily true. Next, I'll take you to see...the treasures of the fairies."
As Aiden's voice stretched out, Professor McGonagall fell into darkness.
