Chapter 43 Honorary Member
"Well...here, we can consider this idea..."
Easily getting rid of his guilty conscience, Andrew quickly devoted himself to the study of transfiguration.
But just when he figured out the problem and started writing furiously, a shadow enveloped the parchment. He raised his head and looked up, and found that it was a tall red-haired boy.
Judging from the clothes, the other party is Gryffindor.
"Hello, what's the matter?"
Andrew stopped what he was doing and asked out of curiosity - he didn't think he could be related to Gryffindor's senior class.
"The analysis of transfiguration on plant deformation... can it still be like this?"
The boy raised his eyebrows, "But why are you studying cactus... This is not a good direction... because the model is too simple. Generally speaking, we use trees as a breakthrough. The model is more complicated, but because of the physical If the amount is large enough, the spelling will not fail due to excessive differences in details.”
"The magic power is not enough," Andrew spread his right hand on the table, "and using trees, deforming the leaves requires too much analysis, and if you ignore the details, the overall tree will not look realistic."
"Of course it's saplings at the beginning. You have to know that this can greatly reduce the need for leaf deformation. And once you get used to it, you can actually be more sloppy with the leaf requirements. This will actually make the spell more realistically construct leaves. "
"More real?"
Andrew thought for a moment, and then tapped the blank parchment next to him with his wand - unlike the detailed imagination of the veins of the leaves when he cast the spell before, this time he thought generally about what the leaves should look like.
The parchment began to curl, shrink, and change color, and then revealed the shape of a beautiful maple leaf.
"Like this?"
"It's still a bit wasteful. The more important thing is that growth... means letting it grow."
"Growth?"
This was said in a confused way, and Andrew couldn't understand it.
"It just feels like it's fixed and then grows out."
"It's fixed... it's fixed... you mean... like this?"
Andrew canceled the magic he had just performed and touched the parchment with his wand again. This time the parchment began to curl into a stick-like object, and then a little green sprouts began to sprout.
The green buds began to grow rapidly, and within a few breaths, the green buds began to turn into leaves of different sizes - but this was not magical at all, but rather like a bunch of messy sticks stuck on to an ugly stick. messy leaves.
But the red-haired boy looked very satisfied, "Yes, yes, that's it, that's the feeling. It should be like this when you cast the spell. As long as you control the movement of the magic power on the leaves, it will be perfect."
"The magic power is not enough. I can't even deform the branches, let alone control them - this is the limit of what I can do."
Andrew spread his hands and said to the boy who ran out inexplicably in front of him.
He has a good impression of the person in front of him at the moment - the guidance in this area is much better than the junk spells of the club.
"What a pity..."
"Library! Forbidden! Noise! Noisy!"
Just when the red-haired boy was sighing, two books appeared with a loud voice, and each word was followed by a loud slap on the head. The two books moved rhythmically between Andrew and The red-haired boy's head started to jump.
"run."
Just when Andrew was still in a daze, the boy opposite him quickly said this.
Although the good-natured Andrew started a little behind, he caught up with the opponent after a few steps - the books he borrowed and the school bag followed the two books, and the librarian Mrs. Pince's scolding was rhythmically tapping behind them. Their arms and legs didn't stop until they ran out of the library.
"Huhu..."
The boy behind Andrew gasped and stopped with Andrew, "Oh my god, this is the first time I have been scolded by Mrs. Pingsi... But it doesn't matter, I have never heard of her banning anyone from entering again." "Let me introduce, "He breathed, "Prefect of Gryffindor, Percy Weasley."
"Ravenclaw, Andrew Taylor."
Andrew and Percy shook hands.
"You have a good foundation in transfiguration. Very few second-year students can dabble in third-grade or even fourth-grade content."
"It's just some theoretical knowledge. In fact, it's too far behind." Andrew shook his head, "I've spent all my spare time on it."
"Yes. In addition, you have to pay attention to the strength of the spell. Your spell casting is a bit poor, which can easily lead to problems during spell casting."
"There is no way, my magic power cannot be supported. I asked Professor McGonagall, and she said that this can only be solved with age and proper exercise. It will be much better when I am in second grade, because this age is when magic power explodes. "
"Then there's no—wait, you say?"
Percy looked at Andrew carefully and said, "You are a freshman."
"Yeah, right, what's wrong?"
"Hell..." He scratched his hair, "How could that be related? Miss Granger is really..."
"Miss Granger?"
"Ah, yes," Percy spread his hands, "You know, I'm a prefect."
'You introduced me for the second time in such a short time...'
"She came over and said that someone seemed to be engaging in gang fraud in the library. She was originally looking for someone while she was reading, and then she found someone staring at her. Afterwards, she pretended to sit back and read..."
? ? ?
I was just curious to see what happened.
"She also said that you appeared in the library every day and cheated with others, because she asked others and said that you seemed to appear in the library every day, but she had never heard from the professor that there was someone who could catch up with her grades. people."
…
This is a bit shocking. But it is a fact. After confirming that he was most talented in transfiguration, Andrew only maintained basic efforts in the rest of his homework. Even the history of magic and the like were a bit confusing, so the Charms class was pretty good. Excellent.
"But after looking at your transformation technique, I knew she was worried over there again... She's not a bad person, she's just too enthusiastic..."
Percy shook his head, "But her grades are pretty good. I think she should be able to become a prefect in the future - her enthusiasm is not bad at all."
'The connection between the two is somewhat reluctant...'
"Okay, don't worry about Granger. I will make it clear to her." Percy waved his hand, "I have to leave if it's OK. You know, this is the year of Owls. I I’m too busy. Although there is no problem, I don’t want to give up the first place.”
"Well, see you later. If we meet in the library, I can help you with the transfiguration - I'm quite good at it."
Percy shook his head and walked away, leaving Andrew in a daze.
‘What the hell is this? We almost became accomplices. ’
'Besides, it smells like an internal meeting of the club...'
He looked at the direction Percy left, shook his head helplessly, packed his bag, and prepared to go back to the lounge.
(End of chapter)