Chapter 60 60: Everything the professor said is right!
It’s not just Ian.
All the little wizards in the classroom were actually a little confused. They didn't know why Professor McGonagall suddenly got angry. Wasn't it just a cloud of green smoke?
"Before class, I remember reminding you that caution is the first rule in learning transfiguration." Professor McGonagall glared at Ian with eyes that were about to burst out of fire.
"But obviously, Mr. Prince, you have not firmly remembered this." The serious face of the older cat lady revealed an extremely stern aura.
Ian couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"Sorry, Professor, I just wanted to try something on a whim." Ian felt that he was actually quite cautious. He was just trying to turn the match into mist-like rejuvenation water.
I even suppressed the urge to turn into a mist-like love potion.
Isn’t this cautious enough?
Say no more.
This sudden attempt was not successful. Ian could feel that although the smoke did have the color of rejuvenating water, it did not have the unique function of potions.
Perhaps Ian’s current level of transfiguration is not high enough?
[Transfiguration (Level 3) 6/800]
After Professor McGonagall’s teaching and understanding just now, Ian’s [Transformation] has achieved an astonishing leap, which is why he The cause of the smoke can be changed.
Just.
The third-level [Transformation] obviously does not support Ian's imagination. Things that may have traces of magic are difficult to change, and I don't know whether extraordinary characteristics and legendary characteristics can make up for it.
"Have you considered the consequences if other little wizards accidentally inhale your smoke?" Professor McGonagall's expression improved slightly after hearing Ian's apology.
But still extremely serious.
"Will die."
Ian gave a concise and clear response. Of course he knew the harm that the smoke from the transfiguration spell could cause, and he had no intention of conducting experiments on his classmates.
actually.
Ian can clearly feel that as long as he does not take the initiative to revoke that influence, the effect of the transformation may last until... a long time later.
Perhaps longer than many little wizards.
"Now that you know, why do you still want to make such a dangerous attempt?" Professor McGonagall stared at Ian closely, with a hint of worry deep in his eyes.
Could it be.
Is Hogwarts going to welcome another talented bad guy?
“I didn’t think too much about it at that time. I had been thinking about and trying to understand the mystery of transfiguration, and wondered if I could also turn items into gas or liquid.”
Ian knew that now was obviously not the time to be harsh, so he honestly used the art of language - only telling half the truth.
Hear the words.
Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes and expression softened a bit.
"Okay, Mr. Prince, when this happened, it was obviously due to my negligence." The older cat lady sighed and said in an annoyed tone.
“I didn’t expect that any little wizard would be able to achieve such a deep level of transformation in the first class, so I planned to talk about some things in subsequent teachings.”
"Now it seems that in order to avoid something like this happening again, I need to revise my teaching copy." Professor McGonagall said while looking around at the little wizards in the classroom.
“There are some important things in transfiguration. In addition to the Gamp deformation rules that you will learn later, there are also some things that you need to be wary of when you learn transfiguration to a higher level.”
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Speaking of which.
Professor McGonagall looked at Ian again in amazement.
Then he continued, "What Mr. Prince did just now is something you need to be vigilant about. Transforming items into gases and liquids is extremely dangerous."
"Just like the smoke just now, if someone inhales it into the body, once the spell gets out of control or fails, countless sawdust fragments will wreak havoc in the blood vessels and lungs of the inhaler."
Professor McGonagall The earnest voice was full of instruction.
And just then.
“Isn’t this awesome?”
The slight muttering was particularly clear in the quiet classroom.
Ian turned his head sharply and looked over.
I discovered that the person muttering was the cute little witch who wanted to turn her little brother into a My Little Pony.
He couldn't help but check the course schedule again and again.
That’s right, today’s class is with Hufflepuff!
"Of course it's very powerful, Miss Laura, it's just..."
Professor McGonagall's expression was extremely serious.
"It is a kind of murder. Perhaps only that person happens to be in St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic. I will never allow anyone to try to treat anyone in this way."< br>
"For anyone who dares to joke about this kind of thing, expulsion will no longer be the most severe punishment."
Professor McGonagall's voice was full of stern warnings. All the little wizards in the room were very quiet, intimidated by the professor's somewhat intimidating aura.
Ian also buried his head and did not dare to refute.
"Mr. Prince, you have accomplished something that is difficult for many senior students to do. Your progress has far exceeded my expectations. I hope you will keep the principle of caution in mind." Professor McGonagall concluded. After giving Ian a serious warning, his tone was not as harsh as at the beginning, he then looked at the time on the wall clock in the classroom and announced that get out of class was over.
Finally able to escape from the serious environment, the little wizards retreated quickly. Professor McGonagall was sorting out the courseware on the podium and watched Ian, William and Michael walk out of the classroom.
She opened her mouth.
In the end, I just hesitated to speak.
"Ian, you have to teach me!"
"Oh my God! Professor McGonagall just looked so scary! I declare her the scariest professor!"
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The two roommates were chattering.
I was clamoring to eat more to replenish my brain.
Since school has just started.
The schedule of the course is not very tight. After the Transfiguration class in the morning, the second class will not be ushered in until the afternoon, which is a nightmare in the minds of many Hogwarts students.
Potions class.
"I still need to send a letter, so you go first." Ian had already put the written letter in his robe. He remembered that the Owlery of Hogwarts is located in the west tower.
Maybe it’s not that far?
After bidding farewell to his two roommates, Ian asked the senior classmate along the way for directions. The senior sister was very helpful and even offered to take him out for a night tour to familiarize himself with the castle.
The more you listen.
Ian felt more and more uncomfortable.
Why do you need some chocolate sauce and new clothes for a night out?
"I'm only eleven years old! Is there no minor protection law at Hogwarts?" Faced with the enthusiastic senior sister, Ian thanked him and ran away, all the way to the Owlery.
The Owlery is located on the top floor of the West Tower of Hogwarts Castle. Students need to climb a narrow spiral staircase to reach here.
The shed is a round stone room with a unique design and a rustic feel. The floor was strewn with straw, owl droppings, rat bones and other debris regurgitated by the owl.
On the perch at the top of the shed, hundreds of owls are perched. These owls come in all kinds of varieties, and I really don’t know why those little wizards want to buy their own owls.
"Send a letter to Wu's Orphanage for me." Ian chose a small white-faced horned owl and took out the freeze-dried food that was actually just a little stale.
He obviously just tasted it last week.
“Cuckoo~”
The owl accepted the job, but did not eat Ian’s freeze-dried food. Just before Ian was about to leave, he saw straw on the ground and a rat that might have been the food stored in the shed.
The mouse is shivering in the corner.
Several owls surrounded it with great interest, but they did not take a bite to eat.
"Poor little guy."
On a whim.
Ian took out his wand.
"VeraVerto!"
Driven by magic.
Some straws turned into yellow-orange gas. Under the influence of Ian's will with the influence of magic, it floated silently into the nostrils of the trembling mouse.
Like air.
The mouse didn't notice at all.
And at this moment.
"VeraVerto!"
Ian felt the connection between himself and the transformation creation, and performed a second transformation. The next moment, countless sharp steel needles suddenly exploded from the mouse's body.
Skin and flesh split.
Blood flew everywhere.
The mice in the corner were relieved before they even had time to scream, and the owls were frightened and flapped their wings away from the suddenly "mutated" spiked mice.
"There should be a lot of room for improvement. This magic will be called Prince's Death Curse from now on!"
Ian's heart was a little ups and downs.
In fact, he was inspired by Professor McGonagall, and then suddenly came up with this attempt. He felt that the reminders that Professor McGonagall had said before were very correct.
Especially the reminder that caution is the first element.
Now.
When he tried to create a new magic attack method, he carefully solved the problem that the inhaler might survive if he happened to be in St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic.
“You still need professional teachers to teach you!”
Urgent! ! Brothers! Suddenly I learned that it will be released at 12 noon tomorrow! But there are not many manuscripts saved. . . But I agreed to put it on the shelves and it will definitely explode!
The current confirmed update method is to update five times a day within ten days! More reliable than ten on the day!
(End of this chapter)