Chapter 228: Mass-Energy Conversion, Robes, and Dance Practice

Penetrating the boundary between reality and fantasy, Aiden brought Professor McGonagall to Avalon.

The location of the Mind Cloud server was placed by Aiden in the Church of the Dead as a cover.

"Oh, Mr. Prewett, you're studying the Dark Arts?" Professor McGonagall commented as she looked around the church.

"Yes, I did research it, but it has nothing to do with this church. I got it by accident."

Aiden felt guilty but his face remained expressionless.

"Okay, professor, follow me in." Aiden led Professor McGonagall into the Church of Bones.

Inside the church, a huge alchemical matrix radiates a silvery-white light, and each floating white line can reflect a person’s experience.

"What is this?" Professor McGonagall reached out and touched the thin line, and immediately saw Tommy who was far away in London.

"Professor, the calculator we set up inside the misty illusion is, you know, similar to an ordinary person's creation," Aiden explained.

"Oh, a Muggle computer?" Professor McGonagall responded.

"Yes, with the help of their design concept for the Internet, the Department of Mysteries and I built a mind server here.

Ordinary people connected to it can gain the ability to manipulate magic power."

"What?" Professor McGonagall was surprised, "Then you have mastered..."

"We'll talk about these things later. Now let's talk about our Transfiguration, Professor. The more creatures this server is connected to, the greater its computing power will be.

With the help of this huge computing power, I got a relatively stable result, namely mass-energy conversion."

Aiden raised his hand and used his magic wand to leave a string of silver letters in the air: E=m*c squared.

"Through magic, we transform from the outside to the inside, from the transformation of objects to the transformation of the human body. The energy and mass loss in the process are borne by magic.

The final result of this server's calculation is that we first turn into energy.

Reduce the load of magic power, introduce the natural magic power of the moon attribute, and complete the transformation from energy to conceptual body.

Finally, the three stages rely on the runes Gyfu (Γ), Jera (?), and Tiwaz (?) to complete the linkage and finally achieve transformation. "

Aiden used his wand to write formulas in the air to show Professor McGonagall his blueprint.

"This is... Huh, I need to take it easy." Professor McGonagall turned herself into a chair and sat down to rest.

After a while, Professor McGonagall reacted and asked, "How feasible is it?"

"Nearly perfect."

As Aiden spoke, he clapped his hands. Gray particles gathered in the air, and soon Filch walked out.

"Argus?" Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall, don't look at me like that, I volunteered, you know how much people like us crave magic."

After saying this, Filch bowed to Aiden.

"Well, one last question. How do you want to popularize this magic?"

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, and now she was entering into her area of ​​expertise.

"Depend on you and Professor Dumbledore." Aiden said with a wry smile.

"Okay, you write the references, and then I will publish it under the same name as Albus." Professor McGonagall, no... Professor McGonagall smiled.

Aiden: “…”

Fortunately, although Oliver was poached by that bastard director, Filch can provide some help to Aiden.

This gave Aiden some time to study his spiritual studies in his busy schedule.

On Thursday, Errol entered the shed carrying a large package.

Colin's brother, Dennis Creevey, came to Ron with a package.

"Your package, Ron." He handed over the thing in his hand and looked at Harry like a pervert.

"Go back first, I'll deliver the stuff to you later," Ron said.

"What?" Hermione looked at Ron puzzledly.

"I promised him I would get Harry's autograph." Ron told the truth.

The innocent Harry who was watching Qiu Zhang choked.

"Hmm," he quickly picked up the quilt and caught the pumpkin juice in his mouth.

"Hehe, how does it feel to be famous again?" Aiden suddenly appeared next to Harry.

"Bloody hell, Aiden, can't you make a little more noise?" Ron covered his chest.

"Hey, Aiden, wanna eat something together?" Harry invited.

"No, I'm here to get my dress robe," Aiden said.

"Is this a dress robe?"

After hearing what Aiden said, Ron excitedly opened the package.

Then he took out a robe with a white base and gold edges. The silk threads of the robe seemed to have magical power flowing through them, making it look extremely extraordinary.

"Cool, but why is this size so small?" Ron pressed the robe against himself and gestured.

"This is mine, thank you."

Aiden walked over and took the robe from Ron, stuffing it into his pocket.

"Humph, what's the big deal? What my mom prepares for me must be much better."

Then, Ron took out a purple robe from the box.

"Is this really a dress?" Ron asked in confusion.

"You know what, it matches your eyes very well," Harry commented.

"Oh, Ginny, this must be for you." Ron went to find his sister with the robes.

"Impossible, this is for men." Ginny shattered Ron's fantasy without hesitation.

"I don't accept it. Mom is biased!" Ron turned around and looked at Aiden.

"Don't blame me, aunt. My gown was given to me by a friend, but I didn't know the size so I sent it to you for alterations.

As for yours, it has the magic of my aunt, so it must have been sewn by her own hands." Aiden emphasized the last two words.

"I..." Ron was speechless for a moment.

"Ginny, George, Fred." Aiden turned and pointed out the twins and Ginny, and they understood.

"I didn't receive it." George raised his lower lip and made an aggrieved expression.

"Neither did I." Fred spread his hands.

"Ditto." Ginny raised her hand.

"Humph, you guys..."

Ron ran off with the robes, and although he looked indignant, Aiden could sense that he was happy about Mrs. Molly's unique dress.

.......

In the afternoon, Professor McGonagall gathered the young wizards for dance training.

"The ball is a traditional event of the Triwizard Tournament. On Christmas Eve, we need to spend a comfortable night with guests from afar."

Professor McGonagall walked to the center and looked the young wizard around.

"As the host student, I hope you can show your elegance. The main reason I made the above remarks is that the dance requires you to dance."

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, the hall began to get noisy.

"As students of Hogwarts, I hope you will behave well, not like a group of curly-haired baboons."

"Do you want to go up and protest to her?" The system popped up a bubble.

"You're dreaming." Aiden cut off access to the system.

"When it comes to dancing, it is a process that allows the body to breathe. There is a swan sleeping in every girl's body." Professor McGonagall looked towards the girls' seats.

"I don't think there's a swan sleeping inside of Eloise Midgen," Ron whispered to Seamus.

At the same time, Ethan turned to Aiden and said, "Are you going to do the men's step or the women's step?"

The two people's whispers were heard by Professor McGonagall, and Aiden gave Ethan a "you deserve it" smile in return.

"Well, Mr. Beckett, Mr. Weasley, please come up and demonstrate to everyone." Professor McGonagall applauded.

The students around him also started to applaud. Aiden reached out and pushed Ethan from behind, and he stood up.

The two were dragged to the center by Professor McGonagall.

"Come on, Mr. Weasley, put your hands on Mr. Beckett's waist, Mr. Beckett, put your hands on Mr. Weasley's shoulders," Professor McGonagall commanded.

"Arms straight, Argus, and play music," Professor McGonagall ordered.

The two danced gracefully to the beat of Professor McGonagall.