"The art of enlargement is not simply about enlarging an object. The shape and properties of the enlarged object and the magnification ratio are all things that a prophecy mage needs to consider."
"In the next week, I need you to enlarge a teapot twice, two-point-five times and three-point three times respectively. I will check it at the beginning of the next class."
Professor McGonagall ignored the cries from the podium and said while packing up the textbooks: "get out of class is over!"
The Transfiguration class lasts for two hours, which is a bit too long for a group of eleven-year-old children.
Soon, only seven or eight students were left in the classroom.
"Is there a problem?" Mag asked, looking at the figure walking forward.
"Professor McGonagall, I would like to ask what the principle of transformation is, and how it is related to the natural transformation of Druid?" Rather than figure it out by himself, Sherlock decided to ask professionals first.
idea.
Mag glanced at Sherlock, raised his glasses and said, "Almost all the principles of prophecy spells involve the laws of the plane, and transformation spells are no exception. Tracing back to the source, the two do have certain similarities.
If you are really interested, maybe you can come to my class with the sixth-grade students. I should be teaching about the Animagus recently."
Public classes like Transfiguration have always been held by two classes together. With nearly 100 people crammed into a room, it is naturally not as effective as one-to-one tutoring.
Sherlock was a little disappointed, but he could only accept it calmly: "Thank you, Professor, I will go."
After walking out of the classroom, Zoe was already waiting at the door, pulling him towards the stairs.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a good place."
"Where?" Sherlock asked.
Tilllands' course schedule is not compact. There is only one class in the afternoon, and the time after three o'clock is left to the students themselves.
"The Room of Requirement," Zoe said.
"The Room of Requirement?"
"The Room of Requirement can arrange rooms according to your needs." Zoe explained: "Don't you want to improve your life skill level? It should be able to meet your needs."
While they were talking, the two of them had already run to a corridor on the eighth floor of the teaching building.
Zoe pointed to a wall and said: "This is it. You just need to concentrate on thinking about the venue you need, and then walk back and forth through that wall three times to open the door to the Room of Requirement."
"The venue I need..." Sherlock mused in his mind: "I want to quickly improve my life skill level, so it's best to have unlimited high-end materials for me to spend."
Just thinking about it, a very smooth stone door suddenly emerged from the wall.
He slowly walked into the door, and a strong herbal smell wafted over first.
"The sour smell of armadillo bile, the sulfur smell of wild snake gall, the rotten smell of narcissus roots, the sweet smell of three-color tulips..." The flavors of dozens of rare medicinal materials are mixed together, but Sherlock can still
Identify them one by one.
But when he got closer and touched the various materials on the shelf with his own hands, he was truly surprised: "So many medicinal materials... How is this possible?"
"I'm not lying to you!" Zoe came over and said, "Not many people in the entire school know about the Room of Requirement. I only told you because you are my best friend."
"Zoe, you have really helped me a lot!" Sherlock was overjoyed and hugged Zoe and picked her up.
If there were unlimited rare materials for him to squander, he believed that he could master all three life skills of sewing, refining medicine, and cooking in less than three months.
Three months, although it is still a bit long, by then it is estimated that everyone in the second tier will have completed their job transfer tasks.
But compared to the original plan, it was already quite fast.
After comforting Zoe with two glasses of purple lemon Frappuccino and a whole box of egg tarts, Sherlock immediately devoted himself to the business of refining medicine.
Since the materials were unlimited, he didn't want to save any more. He tried many formulas that he had thought of before.
System prompt: Failed to refine the potion, materials disappeared, proficiency increased by 102!
System prompt: Failed to refine the potion, materials disappeared, proficiency increased by 115!
…
System prompt: The potion was successfully refined, an unknown potion was obtained, and the proficiency increased by 235!
System prompts: You have developed a new potion formula, and the potion refining skill proficiency has increased by 5000. Please name the potion formula.
Unknown potion: quality 32, fire element resistance 5%.
"It seems that there is nothing wrong with my idea. I really have a potion that permanently increases fire resistance. Then I'll call you Sherlock No. 1 - the fire dragon's..."
Sherlock was about to name the potion formula when his vision suddenly blurred.
"Xiaoxia! What's wrong with you?"
"Xiaoxia!"
"Xiaoxia!"
…
As Zoe's voice gradually faded away, his spirit finally fell into darkness.
…
…
When Sherlock woke up again, it was already the next morning.
He was lying on a hospital bed, and Zoe was sleeping soundly on his chest, drooling all over his chest.
"You're awake."
Sherlock looked for a voice and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a white doctor's hat walking in. It was Mrs. Pomfrey, the school nurse.
"Madam Pomfrey, why am I here?" he asked softly.
"Then you have to ask yourself, how did you exhaust your mental energy on the first day of school?" Pomfrey said angrily.
Sherlock said clearly: "Did Zoe send me here?"
Pomfrey nodded: "She was very scared when she sent you here yesterday. She kept crying and asked me if you were okay!"
Sherlock glanced at Zoe and found that there were indeed two faint traces of tears on the corners of her eyes and cheeks.
"Don't you know that we adventurers never really die?" He gently stroked Zoe's hair, and a warmth slowly surged into his heart.
"Xiaoxia~" As if she felt Sherlock's movements, Zoe, who was half asleep and half awake, took the initiative to put her head up.
"Get up as soon as you wake up. If you don't get up, you won't be able to have breakfast in time." Sherlock said with a smile.
"No~"
"Then I have to get up. I can't be late for my herbal medicine class in the morning."
"No!" Zoe hugged Sherlock's arm tightly and said coquettishly: "Don't-"
Sherlock couldn't bear it anymore and said wisely: "Professor McGonagall, why are you here!"
As soon as she heard Professor McGonagall's name, Zoe jumped up immediately. Only when she saw the empty infirmary did she realize that she had been deceived: "Xiaoxia, you lied to me!"
"I'm leaving first. I'll wait for you in the cafeteria!" Sherlock had already walked out of the school doctor's office.
