My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 14 Transfiguration

Soon the remaining Slytherin students in the dining room left the long table. They left in groups of three and two, expressing their admiration and concern for Tom.

"Don't worry, Professor Slughorn likes Tom the most, and there's nothing wrong, isn't it?" Nelson stood up and put the knife and fork he brought into the small box he brought with him, reassuring.

He turned sideways around Avery, who was blocking the door, and patted him on the shoulder.

Across the corridor of the dining room, Nelson took out a scrap of paper folded into the shape of a cat's head from his pocket. He grabbed the scrap of paper he was struggling to escape and walked into an unlocked classroom next to him. , press the note on the table with your left hand.

"Quickly imprisoned." Nelson took out his wand from the other pocket, and the tip of the wand spewed a red string, which tied the cat's head firmly.

"This knot is really meaningful," said speechlessly, stretching out his wand again and pointing at the bound cat's head, "Stop the curse!"

Mao Maotou gradually stopped struggling, opened it on its own, and slowly turned into a note lying flat on the table. Nelson picked up the note, which read "become a piece of parchment" in graceful font.

Nelson put the note on the table and raised his wand to observe carefully. This note had just been on the table and was given to Nal by a Gryffindor student. He was a little confused and thought it was a prank by someone in the group of little lions. Now that he saw the content, he understood that the special counseling that Dumbledore introduced to him was already in place.

Transfiguration is different from other spells that cast different spells to produce specific effects. It has no specific spell to cast. Its whole content is just "turning something into something else", depending on the difficulty of the transformation. There are different requirements for the magic power of the caster. For example, a first-year student can learn to turn a match into a needle, but if you want to turn an adult into an animal, it takes an unusually powerful magic power.But the purpose of practicing Transfiguration is not just to keep the deformed thing growing bigger and bigger, but to the depths of the deformation magic, you will find the infinite power of this magic, not only the size of the deformed object, but also about it its persistence, its sophistication, and its special magic...

The main reason for making so much foreshadowing is to illustrate that even if Nelson's transfiguration is outstanding among first-year freshmen, he is only better than his classmates who are still deforming matchsticks, and he has not completed such an advanced transformation—— Turn a small piece of paper a few centimeters long into a standard-sized piece of parchment—this is clearly not a first-grade Transfiguration.

"Let me see, what should I do with you..." Nelson held his wand high, leaned down and approached the note. The note seemed a little scared. If it hadn't been removed from the spell, it might have rolled itself up again. Become a cat head and slip away.

Nelson lowered his wand and pointed at the note, thinking about what a piece of parchment looked like, waving it quickly, a puff of smoke dissipated, and there was a miniature parchment the size of a small note on the table, with no words on it. unclear.

"Unfortunately," Nelson muttered, casting a Restoration Charm, turning the parchment back into a note, and began to meditate again.

Soon, he began to imagine a standard-sized parchment in his mind, from its upper left corner to its lower right corner, after constructing a complete parchment in his mind, he waved at the note Wand - Then, with a emptiness, he fell onto a chair.

"There is essentially no difference between turning a note into parchment and turning a matchstick into a needle. They just change in size, but they are always inanimate, inanimate things." Some sharp male voices came from behind Nelson. Turning around, he saw a small boy in a robe trimmed with blue silk lace entering the classroom, with an ornate badge emblazoned with the letter P on his chest.

"Senior Flitwick." Nelson recognized him. He was Ravenclaw's prefect. He was known as Ravenclaw's best student. A Woz graduate, even higher than many senior adult wizards, in the dueling club at Hogwarts, he is a well-deserved and unshakable leader.It is said that in his year of admission, the Sorting Hat hesitated for several minutes between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor when deciding where the two freshmen would go, eventually sorting him into Ravenclaw, while the other It was the current prefect of Gryffindor, Minerva McGonagall.

"Just call me Filius, Nelson." Flitwick walked over to Nelson and climbed a chair with some difficulty - he was only [-] meters tall, but even this figure could not hide his talent , It should be said that dragging such a body that is innately different from ordinary people makes his magical attainments appear invaluable.

"When you deform something that is not a magical creation or a living body, you only need to think about its size and material, and there is no need to think too much or spend too much magic power." Flitwick pointed with his wand to speak. Table, "because the target of Transfiguration is also an ordinary object that exists in nature." With the wave of Flitwick's wand, the lectern becomes a wooden pigeon sculpture that is the same size as an ordinary pigeon.

"Magic is not just a disorderly force that needs to be controlled," listening to Flitwick's words, Nelson stretched out his wand again, pointing at the note, Flitwick watched Nelson's movements and continued to explain, "Many times, as long as you Guided properly and get the most important work done, the magic will help you with the trivial, unimportant things."

"If you want to make a piece of parchment paper, you only need to think about the material and size of the parchment paper. There is no need to construct this piece of paper inch by inch...because it is always just a piece of ordinary parchment... But when If the object or purpose of the transformation is a magical object or a living being, or even a magical creature, it will take a little more effort and effort." He changed the subject, jumped off his chair, walked to the podium and tapped the head of the dove sculpture with his wand. , it turned into a real dove, and then hovered above Flitwick's head, Nelson also waved his wand, and the note slowly stretched and deformed, "So Transfiguration is sometimes not as rigorous as other spells. "

Flitwick stood under the pigeon with a little smugness. Nelson was about to praise him when the pigeon took the time to fly out from the open classroom door.

"Oh, the lectern flew away." Flitwick picked up the rope that Nelson had conjured with a Binding Charm and threw it on the lectern, "This rope was conjured by you, so even if it's just a The rope, I have to spend a lot of effort to deform it. My magic power is not enough... So at this time, I need to face a trade-off."

"What is the most important content of the final result of our Transfiguration?" Flitwick pointed at the rope with his wand, "I am now going to transform a desk, and the most important thing for a desk is its function, so it needs the shape and size of the table. , and sturdiness..." A lectern gradually took shape on the podium, no different from the one that just flew away.

"You see, this desk works the same way. But," he opened the desk drawer, fumbled inside, and pinched a thread, "but to save magic, it's essentially a string. ."

"Thank you, Filius." Nelson picked up the deformed parchment on the table and thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome." Flitwick nodded at the parchment in Nelson's hand, "I'm not very good at Transfiguration, but I can see that you are very talented in this area, even if someone explains, it's my first time It’s already second grade after completing such a transformation.” Flitwick walked to the door, looked at Nelson, who seemed to have undergone a great transformation, with relief, and shyly spread his hands to him, “I watched it in Professor Sykes’s office. When it comes to your homework, I think you should come to Ravenclaw, don't you? If you have any insights or confusion about Charms, you can come and discuss with me anytime. You can also join the school dueling club when you reach second grade ."

"I'm going to find the lecture table, I hope it doesn't fly too far, otherwise it will wait until Monday..." Flitwick stood at the door, took a step back, looked up at the number of the classroom, and said briskly, "Fortunately, I'm not good at arithmetic. Divination, see you, Nelson!"

After all, he left the classroom and walked away without looking back.

"See you soon, Senior Filius." Nelson grabbed the parchment and waved at Flitwick while standing in the corridor, his bouncing back even more excited.

……

Coming to the edge of the Black Lake, Nelson saw a tabby cat with a pattern similar to the eyes squatting on a smooth tree stump more than one meter high, with a broom beside the stump, a group of cats of different breeds. Crouching under the stump like in a meeting, Nelson noticed that his homeless English Short with a question mark on his face crouched under the stump, kept jumping to the top of the stump, and kept sliding down. The tabby cat on the top of the tree stump looked at the question mark with the same eyes as Nelson, and the eyes and movements were very spiritual.

"Nelson Williams: I'll be waiting for you at the stump on the edge of Black Lake at ten in the morning. - Minerva McGonagall"

Nelson took out the parchment and confirmed its contents.

"Hello, senior," Nelson walked to the tree stump and greeted the tabby cat. Feeling his footsteps, the group of cats under the tree stump avoided one after another. Only the question mark glared dissatisfiedly because the game was interrupted. He glanced.

The tabby cat noticed Nelson early, and jumped high from the stump at the moment he opened his mouth. With the slight distortion of the air and sunlight, a girl in a robe nimbly landed next to Nelson.

Nelson looked at the girl, and she was watching Nelson.She stood still on the ground and nodded slightly.Although Minerva McGonagall was petite, she held her head high and looked straight at Nelson. The school uniform robe looked unusually crisp on her body. There was no extra decoration on the robe, except for an old silver with smooth patterns on her neck. A cross necklace, she has long golden hair that is soft and scattered to the back, and the long hair rippling slightly in the lake wind, like ripples on the surface of the black lake.

"Hello, Nelson. Well, you're not late."

(End of this chapter)