Chapter 298 298. Trollope, the King of the Toro

The second weekend of November is here.

Scott still entered the Requirement Room early on Saturday morning to start a day of intense study.

Even during the lunch break, he was still experimenting with transfiguration.

In Helena's study, he was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, with a listening bat flying in front of him.

Then, he decisively waved his wand and cast a color-changing spell.

"Changing colors!"

The cursed beam hit the bat accurately, but the next second...

Click, click.

The sound of splintering wood kept ringing in the study.

The bat did not change color after being hit by the spell. Instead, it instantly stiffened and degenerated into a wooden sculpture, then cracked and shattered on the ground.

The girl Helena had been sitting in a painting near Scott and watching his movements. At this time, she finally couldn't help but speak.

"What are you doing?" She said with some dissatisfaction, "Who said you won't dirty my study?"

"Sorry." Scott, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, straightened up.

He waved his wand, and the wood splatters all over the carpet disappeared.

Then, he took out a bat wood carving that had been engraved with ancient magic inscriptions from the shape-shifting lizard skin bag, and used the transformation spell to turn it into a living bat.

This time he did not use the magic spell rashly, but held his chin and fell into thinking.

"What on earth are you doing?" Helena, the girl in the painting, asked again.

Scott raised his head and glanced at her, "I'm doing a transfiguration experiment."

He reached out and let the bat rest on his finger.

"This is a listening bat." He said softly, "I carved the listening magic text on the wooden statue in advance, so that the bat can transmit the sounds it hears to my ears from a long distance. "

The girl Helena exclaimed in surprise, "Casting a transformation spell on an object with runes engraved on it? This is simply unheard of! No wonder mother would take the initiative to accept you as an apprentice."

Scott didn't answer and continued to stare at the bat in his hand.

But the girl Helena couldn't stop once she started speaking.

"Different spells will impose different states on objects. The transformation spell can also be said to be a state, but different states will affect each other..."

The girl should understand the meaning of what Scott did.

"It would be fine if it was a magic spell with similar effects, but the operation of runes and magic spells are different systems."

Helena's voice grew louder.

"In this bat, it is logically difficult to reconcile the operation of runes and the maintenance of transformation in terms of the performance of magic power, but you did it!"

"Yes, I did it. It's not too difficult, including casting spells on pure transformation products..." Scott said, "But the difficulty is..."

He squeezed the wand in his hand.

“The hard thing is how to make the three coexist.”

"Three?" Helena, the girl in the painting, asked loudly.

Scott nodded casually.

"Transfiguration spell, magic spell, plus runes, all three coexist?" The girl asked again in an almost screaming tone, "Are you crazy?"

"not at all."

The bat in Scott's hand flew up and he waved his wand again.

"Changing colors."

Click, click.

He watched expressionlessly as the wood slag fell.

"That's it, there's no way your idea will work."

Helena, the girl in the painting, spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"This is to force the object to maintain three different forms at the same time under the influence of magic. The result of the attempt will of course be collapse."

Scott once again used the descaling charm to clear the wood residue from the carpet.

"The superposition of the three is indeed almost impossible," he said.

The girl in the painting said: "It's simply impossible!"

Scott smiled, "You originally thought it was impossible to superimpose the two, didn't you?"

"This..." The girl was speechless.

But she quickly added: "But maintaining the stability of three states at the same time is countless times more difficult than two!"

"Indeed." Scott nodded matter-of-factly, "So I am studying, trying, and believe that one day I will solve this problem."

Helena, the girl in the painting, fell silent and didn't speak again for a long time.

Scott looked up and saw her in the painting staring at him closely with a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"I'm thinking..." the girl said softly, "We have different ways of thinking. Maybe this is the gap between you and me."

Scott looked at her in surprise.

The girl continued: "I set a limit on my magic with my concepts, but you don't."

Scott continued to be amazed.

"It's a pity..." The girl sighed, "Although I have figured it out now, I can't try to experience it."

"Yeah...yeah." Scott agreed.

He wanted to say to the girl in the painting - although magic is the power of belief, it is useless to just believe.

Otherwise, wizards would not have so-called magical talents.

Of course, maybe the girl in the painting also knows this, which does not prevent her from lying to herself. In short, Scott did not expose her.

After the lunch break, Scott once again walked into the inner room where the Ravenclaw portrait was.

"tutor……"

Scott was about to say something when he suddenly felt the deformed lizard skin bag around his waist begin to vibrate violently.

"It's Medea." He pulled the leather bag in his hand and said to the Ravenclaw in the painting.

The Ravenclaw in the painting smiled, "Is it the local floo network you mentioned?"

She looked at the shaking leather bag in Scott's hand curiously and motioned Scott to open it.

Scott let go of his hand, and the leather bag opened automatically, and a small toy-like fireplace flew out of the leather bag.

Scott quickly stretched out his hand and let the small fireplace fall on his palm.

At the same time, green flames ignited in the fireplace.

Trollope, the king of the stove?

Scott complained to himself in his heart.

"Good afternoon, Scott." Medea's voice came from the green flames.

"Good afternoon." Scott said to the small fireplace, "Medea."

Medea smiled and said, "You really didn't go to see William. Of course, I don't think William's self-willed method can make you leave Hogwarts."

"I was tricked, but fortunately my friend noticed something wrong and reminded me in time." Scott also smiled and said, "Are you trying to say that William's tricks have nothing to do with you?"

"Of course not, although William's tricks are self-willed, I also acquiesced to them." Medea said.

Scott was a little surprised, "But you don't think his tricks can succeed."

"Of course." Medea smiled again, "If such a trick can really succeed, boy, I will be very disappointed in you."

Scott said in a helpless tone: "But you still acquiesced to William's tricks. Is this a test for me?"

"No, I just don't think there is any need to stop William and you from playing." Medea said, "After all, your relationship seems to be pretty good."

"..."

Scott twitched his mouth.

God damn playing!

Sorry.

The author has verified that it is easy to fall asleep unknowingly when lying in bed typing on your phone in the early morning...