Thanks to Merlin, Slytherin's common room has now returned to normal, but no one still wants to stay here, and the little snakes are hiding in the dormitory to recover from their injuries.
After dinner, Brie subconsciously cast a few deodorizing spells, and then returned to her dormitory. Shabini seemed to be in a bad mood, lying on the bed blankly, looking like she had been greatly shocked.
Bri said nothing, quickly washed up, came to her desk and read a book. When she saw the entrance, she didn't pay much attention to the sounds behind her.
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"It's you, right? Besides you, who would hate us so much?"
It was Shabini's voice, but this matter had something to do with Brie, but it wasn't a big deal, and Brie couldn't bear it.
"I wouldn't do such a thing." Bree said without looking back, continuing to look at the "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" in her hand, which is the textbook needed for tomorrow's Transfiguration course.
Shabini said nothing more and turned back to his quilt. He also understood that Bree did not have such great means to command Peeves, but seeing that Bree was not being persecuted, he naturally became angry.
Rubbing her brows, Bri put down her book, turned off the light on her side, and lay down on the comfortable quilt.
Bree thought to herself: The Weslay twins are indeed a bit daring...
The next morning was the Transfiguration class. Together with Gryffindor, the little snakes had already regained their composure, or in other words, they would not lose to Gryffindor even if they held on!
Sitting silently in the front row, Bree still had confidence in Professor McGonagall. After all, he looked very rigorous and would definitely not be a teaching idiot like Chino. However, Bree felt that Chino was not weak, as if he was pretending.
What.
According to him, the big cloth turban wrapped around his head was given to him by an African prince to thank him for helping to drive away a difficult resurrected zombie, and the smell of garlic was to drive away vampires.
Bree, an 11-year-old child, didn't believe it and didn't know how Dumbledore could be so childlike.
"Winter!" The classroom door was opened!
"Phew, we finally caught up. Look Harry, the old woman hasn't arrived either." Ron Weiss said to Harry Potter happily, and Potter relaxed.
Because they are late.
The class has been going on for a few minutes, but Professor McGonagall has not appeared, but Bree knows that the spotted cat sitting on the podium is Professor McGonagall. This is a powerful transformation magic - Animagus, which can completely transform people.
Transform into an animal and become invisible to magic.
Power also represents danger. This kind of magic is very difficult to cast and requires a long time of preparation. If you are not careful, you will fail and become a half-human, half-animal monster, or you may never be able to change back to a human. Up to now, the Ministry of Magic has registered
There are only seven Animagus in the world, and Professor McGonagall is one of them.
At this time, Malfoy, who was not far away from Bree, had a gloomy face. It seemed that the blow to him yesterday was too great. Today, he did not ridicule excitedly, but said softly: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Pott and poor Wes?
Did the famous savior get delayed while signing autographs for the trolls on the way?"
"Haha..." The Slytherin student next to him laughed, but he didn't look energetic.
The Gryffindor people on the side were angry and looked at those Slytherin people, especially Malfoy, but this was indeed a problem for Harry and Ron, and thinking of the news they got yesterday, they were
When preparing to reply.
The tabby cat in the lecture jumped up, landed on the ground, and turned into Mag's appearance.
For a moment, the entire noisy church was silent.
"Oh, Merlin's socks!" Ron Weiss and Harry Potter swallowed, while McGonagall was staring at them.
Ron Weiss said with a guilty conscience: "Hello, Professor McGonagall, we are lost. Those stairs always take us to places we don't need to go."
What an unlucky Ron Weiss.
Bree looked at Ron Weiss with a smile in her eyes, hoping that he would take care of himself. Anyway, in Mag's eyes, the name Ron Weiss was remembered.
McGonagall could obviously accept this explanation, but she would not forgive the old woman Ron just said. Talking about the professor behind his back was not a good behavior, so she said: "I will not favor anyone, even if you are me
Little wizards of the academy, so, 2 points are deducted from Gryffindor. Now, you can go back to your seats. I hope I don’t need to give you a map to find your seat. Maybe I can turn you into a map."
Mag was wearing a green robe today, and was still as stern and serious as ever.
Following McGonagall's words, Harry and Ron sat next to Bree. Now there were only some empty seats next to Bree. However, being so close to Slytherin, Ron's expression was not very good, but Harry was very interested in Bree.
Li called: "I saw it in Diagon Alley..."
But before Harry could finish speaking, he hurriedly finished it. This was Professor McGonagall's classroom, and Bree was from Slytherin. The academic concept had begun to affect Harry Potter, and he didn't want to
People who have too much contact with Slytherin.
Bree nodded slightly and began to listen to Mag's lecture.
"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts."
"If anyone is naughty in my class, I will ask him to leave and never allow him to come in again. I have warned you."
Mag looked at everyone with a straight face. Bree watched as Mag turned the podium into a pig. The pig grunted like a real pig, and then Mag turned it back again.
.
"Wow!"
This transformation magic obviously aroused the interest of all little wizards.
Bree also has bright eyes and wants to go deeper into this course. Compared to the slugs in Sticky Lake, he prefers this simple transformation technique. The feeling of doing whatever you want is fascinating, but this is an illusion, because there is always a need for restraint.
Come and be alert to deformation.
Then, Mag wrote a long list of magic precautions on the blackboard, as well as the dangers of failure and self-rescue. It was very complicated. It seemed that the transformation spell was not so simple and neat. There were so many conditions inside that were astonishing. This was something that Bree didn't dare to do.
Because I try it without permission, it will be very difficult and dangerous to learn this magic without a guide.
After Bree finished taking notes, Mag began to explain the more subtle points and emotional stimulation to everyone in detail. After summarizing, he told everyone.
"Transfiguration is a powerful power of fantasy, but it is also based on reality..."
It wasn't until most of the lesson was explained that McGonagall waved her magic wand and gave everyone a match.
"You need to turn this match into a silver needle."
All the little wizards started to take action, but no one can affect the state of the matches yet. The transformation requires talent and hard work.
Bree touched the wand in her hand, thinking about the key points Mag said, then carefully constructed the image of the silver needle in her mind, and then waved the match.
The changes in the matches were not fast, but in an orderly manner. Britt wanted to see the changes in the matches clearly, hoping that it would be helpful for her next study.
This is the key point hidden in the teaching of sticks, which many young wizards ignore.
Harry, who was next to Bree, quickly noticed the change in the silver needle on the table. He looked at Bree blankly, blushed slightly, and muttered: "It's really amazing."
"What are you talking about, Harry? This match must be broken, right? Or he is going against me sincerely." Ron waved his wand vigorously at the side, because Hermione not far away had already let the silver needle go.
There were some changes, and Professor McGonagall was praising her.
"Try again Miss Granger, I can see it changing."
With Professor McGonagall's encouragement, Hermione successfully made the match sharper, covering it with a layer of speckled silver.
"Okay, that's great, I can give you +2 points."
Professor McGonagall smiled slightly, and then saw Ron who was about to break his wand. He frowned and was about to say something when he heard a very clear ding.
The matches on Bri's table had completely turned into silver needles, and they jumped playfully before landing on the table, making a crisp sound.
What a naughty wand.
"Oh, you have to look at this carefully."
Professor McGonagall quickened her pace and walked to Bree, gently picked up the silver needle, and saw that there were some subtle tree and vine patterns on the end of the silver needle, and the smile on her face could not be concealed.
"Very good, you are the most talented little wizard I have ever seen." Mag looked at Bree's wand, but didn't see the material.
"It's mithril and ivy wood. Mr. Ollivander doesn't know what its properties are."
Mag nodded, and then said: "+10 points for Mr. Oude."
"Wow." The other little wizards all marveled at Mag's extra points.
Mag continued: "This is the highest score I can give a little wizard in class, and I hope it can happen again in future classes."
She maintained a serious face, but there was joy in her eyes, and then said to Bri: "How did you think of changing his structure? You know it is difficult for little wizards to think of this. If I break this silver needle
If you break it, you can see that it is also silver inside."
"Don't just take everything at face value. This principle has helped me a lot since I was a child." Bree smiled with squinting eyes. This is an extra 10 points at once. Professor McGonagall is so majestic.
"Hmph." Pansy, who was not far away, snorted softly, put her wand on the table, and stopped waving it stupidly at the matches.
Now all the little snakes and little lions were focusing on Bree's side. Among them, Malfoy had complicated eyes. He saw that he only had some silver spots and slightly deformed matches. He immediately hid it and put it in his mouth.
In the bag, he raised his head proudly and glanced at Bree's black head.
But Hermione's face was complicated, her eyes were bursting with excitement that she could not imagine, and she yelled unwillingly: It's like this again, Bree has surpassed her again, no, I must not work hard enough, and Bree must be too.
They study secretly behind my back, and I will refuse their invitation after class. What I need is the library, not chatting!
Ron looked at Bree jealously, silently put down the wand in his hand, and whispered:
"Just a Slytherin, a bad wizard anyway."
But he couldn't hear his voice, let alone others. Harry was also a little unhappy. The enthusiasm at the beginning of school was fading little by little. There were also various pressures here, especially the hat of his savior, but he only
He wants to be an ordinary person, and his talent may not be good, but he has tried hard, but with little success.
What Harry didn't know was that the source of his failure was his lack of belief. Magic is the product of belief. If he hadn't figured this out, he would never be able to become a powerful wizard in this life, even if his parents were both good.