Chapter 340: Dumbledore’S Choice, Permanent Transformation

Chapter 340: Dumbledore’S Choice, Permanent Transformation

Wayne still didn't figure out what wonderful story was hidden in it, so he was ruthlessly kicked out of the principal's office by Lao Deng.

After walking out, the boy was still cursing.

He changed his face so quickly, and it was Gryffindor.

Slytherin's villains are pretty much the same. They have the same virtues as Snape. They are pleasant when they are needed, but they fall out when they are not.

When Wayne arrived at the door of the library, he barely controlled his resentment. He passed through Mrs. Pince's desk and found Hermione sitting by the window.

There was a thick book in front of the little witch, and she was reading it attentively.

Wayne went over and took a look, and sure enough, it was related to the history between elves and net masters.

Seeing Wayne, Hermione gave him a smile and continued reading.

Wayne didn't care, so he sat next to Hermione and casually took out a book from the Black family's collection and started reading.

Sometimes it doesn't take a lot of boredom to cultivate a relationship, and plain companionship like this is equally reassuring.

It wasn't until eight o'clock that the library closed. After Hermione checked out the books in her hands, the two walked out of the library.

Wayne sent her back to the common room and returned to Hufflepuff's territory.

The first few days of school are always the quietest, because everyone is busy writing and catching up on homework, and a small number of people are discussing today's "Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts", all of which gave extremely high evaluations.

This worries Wayne.

When it comes to teaching alone, there is absolutely nothing wrong with little Barty.

Harry could become an Auror, and he had to learn six things from him. If the real Moody couldn't compare to the fake one, it would be a joke.

With such worries, Wayne got into his suitcase and began to organize the card package that needed to be replenished tomorrow.

Moody is rescued, and he can free up his hands to stimulate a wave of consumption.

Now is the time when the little wizards have the most money. Everyone has a lot of pocket money, and they have not gone to Hogsmeade, so there is no place to spend money.

Therefore, the new card pool launched this time not only includes the powerful four dean partner cards, but also the fashion cards that girls like most and the wand cards that boys prefer, ensuring that most consumers are taken care of.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore was still leaning on his chair, his eyes dull, but his brain was spinning rapidly.

Voldemort was back, and he was undoubtedly in much better shape than when he was possessed by Quirrell.

According to Little Barty, at least he already has a flesh and blood body and two servants, but it is not a true resurrection.

Because Voldemort is an extremely picky and paranoid person.

Since he has chosen Harry, he will definitely wait until the most precious material is delivered to his door before he can fully return.

But that was exactly what Dumbledore was happy about.

If Voldemort is destined to be resurrected, then using Harry's blood is undoubtedly the best way.

In that case, the two have the same blood, and Lily's protective magic will always protect Harry, making his situation safer.

But now, Dumbledore found himself faced with a choice.

Should he go along with the flow and let the situation break out in advance under his control, or should he curb it, stop Voldemort's conspiracy, delay his return, and give Harry and Wayne more time to grow up.

Until now, he still hasn't thought of a safe way to get rid of the most troublesome thing.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered uncertainly, and he still couldn't make up his mind.

He posed the question to the portraits of past principals, and a heated discussion suddenly erupted in the office.

Because of the contract, these portraits are Dumbledore's most trusted think tanks - they will never betray the contemporary headmaster, and they are all the best among the elite of this generation.

Well, even Phineas has his own unique features, such as being able to make people hate him easily.

It can be said that Dumbledore is not the only one who plots against Voldemort. He has to face more than a dozen former headmasters.

The next day, the weather that had been bright all day turned dark again and it looked like it was going to rain soon.

The fog outside the castle was so thick that the visibility was only a dozen meters, which made the little wizards feel a little depressed.

Not only that, but bad news came during breakfast.

Professor Moody caught a cold last night, and all Defense Against the Dark Arts classes this semester have been cancelled.

This left many expecting people wailing.

"What the hell!" Ronald angrily split the egg in two: "Auror's health is so bad, it's too easy to get sick.

He speculated maliciously: "Could it be that Snape drugged Moody in order to take revenge for transforming into Malfoy yesterday?"

Although it sounded outrageous, Harry actually felt that what Ronald said was very possible.

You must know that Snape has been applying for this position for many years. There is naturally a dispute between the two, and coupled with yesterday's conflict... ss... 2

Should he go to Dumbledore and report him?

Over at the Slytherin table, there was a completely different atmosphere, and Malfoy's eyebrows almost flew up.

Although he was frightened yesterday, he had been mentally prepared, and Snape comforted him.

Just now, the owl brought Lucius's letter and a large bag of candies. The letter praised him fiercely and asked him to keep going.

Malfoy suddenly felt that it was all worth it.

"The first recharge has been reset by double the amount, and there are many new cards. Reiner, come and draw cards.

A student rushed in from outside the auditorium and shouted excitedly to his friends.

Suddenly, everyone's attention was diverted, and people who finished eating ran directly towards the side hall.

Professor McGonagall frowned, but didn't say anything.

This cannot be forbidden, otherwise Wayne will have to pester her every day.

However, we still need to limit it. Students from other schools will be here soon, so we must focus on studying.

So, in this morning's Transfiguration class, I met the more severe Professor McGonagall.

"I don't understand, you are already in fourth grade, why some of you can't even turn a tea cup into a mouse. This is second grade content!"

Neville almost buried his head under the table, and Toby was also playing with his fingers in embarrassment.

"Next month, students from the other six schools will come and have classes with you. By then, you will represent not only your respective colleges [but also Hogwarts]."

Professor McGonagall rarely showed mercy to them: "Gentlemen, starting from this weekend, all students who do not meet my requirements must come to my office for tutoring at 1:30 pm on Saturday afternoon, even if Hogsmeade is open to the public The same goes for Japan.”

"That's not fair." Hermione whispered, "I also want to be tutored by Professor McGonagall."

Wayne nudged the little witch with his elbow: "Isn't it enough to have my guidance?"

"Of course it's different. Professor McGonagall is more strict than you."

Wayne was full of questions.

Why didn't he realize that Hermione had this tendency?

You will be blessed in the future.

Hermione didn't know what strange things were thinking in the mind of the boy next to her. After giving a warning in advance, Professor McGonagall began the lecture.

In the fourth grade, students have entered a stage of rapid development, and the difficulty of teaching has begun to rise sharply, including the content of the O.W.L exam.

Today's first lesson is about transforming props into truly functional ones.

Everyone has a few leaves in front of them, which can be transformed into a compass, a watch, or a music box, but it can't just be a change in appearance, it must also be usable.

Just changing the appearance is very easy for many people, but the last point is the most difficult.

Justin Finch-Fletchley's watch had no hands and the numbers on the dial were messed up. Lavender Brown's music box looked fine on the outside, but when it was twisted, it turned into leaves again.

Professor McGonagall's tired voice kept ringing out as she went around giving advice to the little wizard, fearing that someone would ruin her reputation in the educational world.

With a tap of Wayne's wand, the leaves in front of him turned into a beautiful crystal ball, with snow falling inside, and two little people hugging each other and dancing at the bottom.

Hermione recognized the two little people as her and Wayne at a glance, and her face turned a little red.

Wayne handed the crystal ball to the girl: "How about giving you an early Christmas gift?"

"No, I want this too, and I want a Christmas gift too." Hermione put the crystal ball in front of her and said unreasonably.

Wayne sighed sadly: "Then I can only give myself to you."

"Disgusting"

"Ahem!"

Professor McGonagall, who was standing behind the two of them, cleared his throat vigorously. He had eaten a lot this morning, and now he was even more full.

Hermione quickly sat upright, and Wayne smiled at Professor McGonagall as if nothing was wrong.

"Mr. Lawrence. McGonagall reminded: "It's class time now, please pay attention.

"Good professor."

Ronald looked at Wayne in shock. Did he get over so easily?

What about reprimands, deductions, or confinement?

Poor Ronald never experienced the privileges of a good student.

For students like Wayne and Hermione, McGonagall would not interfere too much as long as they did not disrupt the order of the class.

This reminder was just because she didn't want to eat dog food. She was attracted by the crystal ball.

"Miss Granger, can you let me see this crystal ball?" Professor McGonagall asked aloud.

"Of course." Hermione handed over the crystal ball.

Professor McGonagall held it up and looked at it carefully, his face changed several times, and finally he said firmly: "It will permanently change shape.

Hermione's little face was full of doubts: "Professor, didn't you say that transformation must have a time limit? Even if you are a powerful wizard, the transformed items will eventually return to their original state."

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"Miss Granger, you are absolutely right." Professor McGonagall smiled appreciatively: "It seems that you have a very solid grasp of these basic knowledge."

The little witch tilted her head in embarrassment, and Professor McGonagall continued: "Actually, I only came into contact with the concept of permanent transformation a year ago, but I didn't mention it to anyone because it was not in line with wizards. traditional knowledge.”

"Knowing too much is not good for your study, but will interfere with it.

She hesitated for a moment and lowered her voice: "Don't tell anyone else about the next thing, you know?"

Hermione nodded repeatedly, and Wayne responded as well.

"You should all know that Hagrid was fired at that time.

"Know."

"Expelled students' wands would be broken, but Hagrid kept the broken wand and hid it in his ever-present umbrella."

"After he was cleared of charges last year, Dumbledore used magic to repair his wand. You know this is impossible, but he did it."

"What is used is permanent deformation, not repair in the traditional sense."

Professor McGonagall looked at the crystal ball in his hand again: "I checked it myself and there is no trace of deformation at all on this crystal ball.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would even suspect that this is a beautiful gift that Mr. Lawrence picked for you from a gift shop. "

"How did you do it?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask.

Wayne said softly: "If you can understand the difference between change and deformation, you are not far from success, but no matter how specific it is, I can't actually explain it clearly."

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In order to repair his wand, he worked hard to study transfiguration and repair spells. Up to now, the cracks that appeared on the wand due to the battle with Grindelwald have disappeared.

In mint condition.

"I understand." Professor McGonagall nodded.

Insights that cannot be conveyed through words and experience can only be attributed to talent. Wayne telling the key is enough for her to continue exploring and researching.

After class, Hermione carefully put the crystal ball into her schoolbag.

Wayne used the spell of silent fear to find Professor McGonagall who was sorting the books.

"Professor, this is a fear spell. The technique will be ineffective."

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence." Professor McGonagall smiled and took out a thick notebook: "Some of my research experience in recent years, although you may not need it.

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She was a little disappointed. It was gratifying for students to surpass themselves, but...

Having surpassed so much before graduation, my mood will inevitably become complicated.

"How could it be? There is no end to learning, and you will definitely gain something." Weiss put away the notebook humbly and followed Hermione to the Charms classroom upstairs.

Professor Flitwick gave everyone a surprise when he came up. He piled all the desks and chairs together and everyone had to stand at the back of the classroom.

What we are going to learn today is the Flying Curse. It is actually a very simple spell. The reason why we study it in the fourth grade is because it is a required spell for O.W.L.

"Please remember, when you recite the incantation, you must think about what you want to summon. The clearer and more specific the better. You don't have to recite the incantation fast, but you must be firm, powerful, and have accurate pronunciation.

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After saying that, he jumped down from the thick pile of books and placed a long quill on top. There was also a quill on the desk next to him.

“Everyone, come and try it!”

The students formed two teams and cast spells one by one.

Harry was the first. He clenched his wand, thought carefully about the feather in front of him, and shouted loudly:

"The quill is flying!"

As he finished speaking, the quill trembled twice and slowly flew over. But unfortunately, the one that flew over was not the one he was targeting, but the one next door.

Harry blushed, but Professor Flitwick comforted him: "It doesn't matter, just keep working hard. This is a common mistake. You can change the concept of goal next time."

Be more specific. "

The next students followed one by one, some had no response, and some let the feathers fly halfway and fell off.

Others tried to use the levitating spell to get through, but Professor Flitwick easily exposed it, deducting two points from Hufflepuff.

This genius is none other than Toby.

Wayne looked at him with admiration.

You call him stupid, but he actually mastered the silent spell of floating spell. You call him stupid, he didn't even recite the spell of flying spell, and he was seen through immediately.

Toby walked behind Wayne dejectedly, followed by Seamus.

"The quill flies on the forehead, the flying saucer"

Bang!

A strange muffled sound came from Simo's body, and everyone looked at him.

I saw black smoke coming out of Simo's mouth. He couldn't say a word and fell straight down.

The classroom was in chaos. .