Chapter 222 A clumsy transformation technique
"Ron, you should invite Harry over..."
At the Weasley family's dining table, Mrs. Weasley looked at her little son who had grown a lot taller. Her caring tone was a bit dissatisfied, but she still touched his head and said, "It's so rude to run back by yourself. "
Ron felt a little aggrieved - he wanted to know which one was his mother's child.
But he couldn't say it. After all, he felt guilty, so he could only defend with a bit of grievance.
"He can't come. Sirius invited him to spend Christmas with him. He told me..."
"Sirius? Is this your new professor?"
Mrs. Weasley sat down next to Ron curiously, "That's right, he has a very good relationship with Harry's father..."
"Not only that, he is Harry's godfather," Ron proudly announced his exclusive news, "so it's normal for them to spend Christmas together."
"That's good," Mrs. Weasley nodded reassuringly - with this relationship, she really didn't worry about Harry being wronged. "By the way, that Sirius's course is really like those reports. Is it as good as it says?"
"He is not our professor, Ginny is in class..."
Ginny, who was struggling, soon met her mother's questioning gaze.
But she couldn't answer this - she wasn't the kind of witch who looked at faces.
So in theory, he should be in his mother's shoes - Sirius is no match for Lockhart.
Yes, that should probably be the case. Although her mother didn't mention it at all, she knew it.
However, considering Harry's relationship, it is natural to support Sirius...
After weighing both sides, she decided to sacrifice others, "Percy is still here to listen. His opinion must be more accurate. After all, he is number one."
My brother is here to sell them. If the price of one is not enough, you can pack a few more.
"Listen in?"
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened, "Percy? How come he never said that?"
"More than just an observer, mother, he actually participated in the assessment. Not only Sirius, but all the History of Magic professors Percy also examined, and then Sirius and the other two professors were selected."
"You're talking nonsense, the assessment professor...how is that possible? You two, stop talking nonsense."
Mrs. Weasley glanced dissatisfied at the two nonsense children, "But Percy, you should have seen it. What do you think?"
"There is no doubt that Professor Lockhart is excellent, but Andrew thought Sirius was better, and finally followed his opinion."
Persis sold Andrew without hesitation, and by the way stood on a united front with her mother.
"That should be it. That Andrew, um, well, your friend, mom is not suitable to comment. It seems that you have never brought him to your home to play? I remember he invited you over last summer vacation?"
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This kind of thing was revealed when he said it. Percy didn't even dare to talk about it in detail. He almost didn't think about it and gave the answer, "He stayed in school for Christmas, and I invited him to play during Easter and spring break."
Even if he was tricked into staying in school to do things, it was still a sign of a good relationship. If he procrastinated and said no, the summer vacation would be over.
"Yeah, good."
"Oh, Mom, no, that's Percy's friend, even tougher than Percy!"
The twins immediately panicked - if they invited that guy to their home for Easter, what kind of holiday would they have?
"No, it's not harsh. He even locked up Ginny. He's not a good person!"
George immediately made amends after Fred said something stupid and tried to rope in Ginny to prove it.
"Ginny?"
"He, um... is a nice person. Although he is a bit strict, he keeps his word..." George and Fred looked at their sister at the same time, as if they had been stabbed in the back by a friend.
"Ron?"
Fred looked at his brother, and Ron thought for a moment. The last time Harry was punished, they taught them how to minimize losses. Plus, Ginny ordered it, so he followed suit.
"A little harsh, but he's a nice person."
"It seems so, Percy, then you should invite people to your home to play."
Mrs. Weasley looked at Percy pleasantly, then turned her head.
"I knew you two little bastards were telling me nonsense all day long!"
Mrs. Weasley attacks with remarkable effect.
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"Well, move this piece over there..."
Andrew is repairing the lawn he damaged last semester.
He is now very familiar with the concept of lawn - although independently transforming a real lawn is still limited by magic, relying on the lawn to transform a new lawn is no longer a problem.
'It's just that there is less life, rivers, swamps... they are all real now... Unless the power of transformation is lost to almost nothing left, otherwise it is real...'
'Every day we are making visible progress...'
He put down his wand and looked at the frozen black lake, feeling happy.
'We can't celebrate by skating... No, it's okay to skate... The thickness should be enough... If not, use magic to reinforce it, it's still practice...'
He has never learned the transformation technique of making water condense into ice, and there is no place to practice it, but...
'It's just a matter of feeling the power of ice and then controlling the water to transform...'
He felt it, and then began to control the ice of the Black Lake according to his hunch - this transformation is the most basic content. Except that it is not included in the first-grade textbooks, the difficulty is almost non-existent. Of course, it is limited to learning.
'A little problem...is it to transform an object into different forms of the same object? ’
He stood by the lake and adjusted quickly - this was something that was unimaginable before. He could even feel that state and easily use the power of transfiguration to change objects closer...
'It's not the simplest structure, there is no fixed method, and it consumes a lot of magic power... It's not like the simplest magic at all... It has so many frightening shortcomings... It's obviously just turning water into ice, so why...'
Andrew sighed, quite dissatisfied with his transformation.
Then, with a wave of the wand, the initially weak-looking ice layer began to thicken instantly under the influence of range casting, and an obvious whitening thick ice layer could even be seen.
"Sure enough, it's just as expected...and the loss is probably only - half a basketball court?"
He cast the spell again, and after three or four times, clear lines were marked on the ice within his thickened layer of ice.
"Come as soon as you think of it..."
He tapped the snow next to him, and a suitable pair of skates appeared.
"Transformation is really... makes people feel convenient countless times..."
The wand was waved and the skates were put on his feet.
"I haven't tried it for a long, long time. I hope I don't have to limp to the infirmary after falling... After all, I haven't learned human body transformation, so I can't apply transformation spells to bones..."
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"Merlin's beard, I may have gone crazy..."
(End of chapter)