Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 69 069

Near 4 p.m., the Scott and Weasley twins met on the third floor and came to the entrance of the principal's office together.

There is a huge and extremely ugly stone statue of a drip-mouth monster.

"Good afternoon, George, Fred." Scott greeted the two with a smile, "How is it, have you made up your story?"

George patted his chest confidently, "Of course, we have more than ten years of mature experience in this field."

"As long as we are serious, no one can see through our lies!" Fred also raised his head and said proudly.

"That's good." Scott nodded to them with a chuckle.

He turned to the statue and gave the command that Dumbledore had told them in the morning.

"Iced lemon juice."

After hearing the password, the stone statue guarding the entrance immediately came to life, jumped to the side, and the stone wall behind it slowly opened to both sides.

"Let's go."

Scott walked in first.

Behind the wall is a spiral staircase that is slowly moving up like an escalator.

As the three of them stepped up the stairs, they heard the wall behind them slam shut again.

Then they stood on the stairs, rising higher and higher as the stairs continued to spin.

"cool!"

George and Fred looked nervous and excited, like children riding on an amusement park ride for the first time.

But they didn't get excited for long, and the stairs quickly stopped.

Scott went down the stairs and saw a shiny oak door ahead with a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. George and Fred stood by, arguing about their robes.

The door opened.

"You are welcome." Dumbledore's voice came from within. "Mr. Trollope, the two Mr. Weasleys."

Scott and the others walked into this extra spacious circular office and watched the furnishings inside.

The portraits of past principals hung on the wall, the silverware whirling with smoke, the sorting hat on the shelf, the phoenix standing on the perch, everything seemed new and interesting.

Dumbledore was sitting behind a huge table with several three-tier pastry racks, smiling at them.

"I'd like to call you by your Christian names more affectionately, Scott, George, and Fred." He pointed out the three thin ottomans in front of the table, "Come and sit."

He sniffed at the sweet treats on the table, "Oh! I can't wait."

Scott and the twins walked to the table and sat down, and he saw the twins' rare restrained look.

"Sure, you can call us by our Christian name, Professor," Scott said with a smile.

"After all, there are five Weasleys in the school now!" George seemed to relax a little and joked.

"Oh, of course, I've been through more Weasleys than five." Dumbledore laughed too.

"Then what would you like to drink, gentlemen?" he asked.

Scott chose black tea, and both George and Fred chose pumpkin juice.

Dumbledore tapped the table with his wand, and immediately a steaming drink appeared in the cup before them.

"You can add milk and sugar yourself, that's fine, let's enjoy afternoon tea together."

He couldn't wait to cut a piece of chocolate cake and put it in front of him, then took a bite from the silver spoon.

"Delicious." He said intoxicatedly, and motioned to Scott and the others to move, "You guys can choose your favorite, don't be polite."

Scott nodded and chose a sandwich.

This is the only food on the table that is not part of dessert.

George chose the jam muffins and Fred the butter bread.

"It seems you like the traditional way of eating," Dumbledore said to Scott.

Scott froze for a moment before he understood what he meant.

The three-tier snack rack of English afternoon tea is generally eaten from the bottom up, from salty to sweet.

He nodded and didn't say that he was not that particular, but that he simply didn't love sweets that much.

"correct."

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Scott's camera, two puppets, and the simple periscope appeared on the table.

"Very interesting little invention."

He tapped with his wand, and the two little puppets immediately ran across the table, carrying the sugar cube in front of him.

This is much more flexible than the repetitive mechanical movements that they could only execute Scott’s orders before.

"Inspired by wizard chess?"

Dumbledore said as he watched the puppet add sugar cubes to his cup.

"Yes, Professor." Scott was also staring at the two little puppets.

Dumbledore looked up at him, smiled and asked, "You should be thinking, did I use magic to control the movements of these two puppet gentlemen?"

Scott nodded.

Dumbledore picked up the spoon and stirred the thickened black tea in the cup.

At the same time, the two little puppets began to dance on the table.

"The answer is no manipulation," Dumbledore said, looking at Scott expectantly.

"Do you know why, Scott."

The opportunity to ask for advice is now in front of you, and of course Scott will hit the snake with the stick.

"Sorry, professor." He shook his head. "I've tried many ways to do this, but the results are as you can see... Maybe you'd like to give me a tutoring class?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, I would love to teach good students. However, you need to talk about your understanding of this transfiguration first."

"No problem at all."

After sorting out his thoughts, Scott said, "Forget about the transformation of animals and human bodies, in my opinion, the 'works' obtained by transforming a dead object into a 'living object' can be roughly divided into two types. , or two stages."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, motioning him to continue.

"The first is like this."

Scott took out his wand and turned a spoon on the table into a sparrow.

The sparrow chirped, jumped on the table, and combed its feathers with its mouth, looking lifelike.

"Wonderful." Dumbledore praised softly.

Scott continued: "There are limits to this degree of deformation. Although the sparrow looks like a real sparrow from the outside, it can only do some simple movements that are programmed."

Although the sparrow on the table looks very vivid, if you look closely, you will find that its movements have been repeated, like a looping movie.

"To make it truly feel alive..."

Scott stretched out his wand and tapped again, and the sparrow took off immediately, stopped in front of Fred and started pecking at the crumbs he had dropped on the table.

"It requires me to use magic all the time to manipulate it," Scott said, keeping his eyes on the sparrow.

"When it leaves my sight, it will be the same again."

Having said that, he looked away.

The other three saw that the sparrow began to repeat the actions it had just started.

"Of course this is just a demonstration," Scott said. "It doesn't have to be eye contact, as long as my magic can sense the range."

He didn't look over there this time, but the sparrow suddenly flew up and pecked at the bread in Fred's hand.

"That's it."

Scott turned a deaf ear to Fred's protests, and began to conclude.

"In my imagination, if you want to do something with this kind of transfiguration, although the wizard can control multiple 'works' at the same time after training, there is an upper limit."

He looked again at the two little puppets who were dancing on the table.

"So I've been trying to morph into 'works' that move on their own, and they're the premature fruit of that attempt."

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