Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 070. The Small Classroom of Professor Dumbledore
"Puppets are still essentially my first type, because they can only perform repetitive mechanical movements when they are out of my control."

Scott continued.

"It's just that the puppet's actions have one more basis for judgment than this sparrow, and that is time."

His eyes turned to the dancing puppets again.

"In my vision, 'works' with a certain ability to act autonomously belong to the second type. This kind of transfiguration 'work' does not need to be manipulated by wizards at all times, and its practicality will be greatly improved."

He said with some distress: "Unfortunately, I haven't found a trick in this regard."

Having said that, he looked at Dumbledore, waiting for his evaluation.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "You're very well said, Scott."

He pointed to the sparrow that Fred was holding in his hands.

"I can see that you have a solid grasp of the fundamentals of the subject of Transfiguration."

"This is what I have been doing." Scott is not modest, "I think these basic knowledge is very important, it is related to how far I can go in the future."

Dumbledore looked at him admiringly. "You're right. To be honest, I've never seen a little wizard like you, because other children are always eager to pursue those more powerful spells."

He winked at the three boys. "But I want to tell you. Wizards are not only powerful by the spells they master, and wizards are not only by powerful magic."

All three of Scott nodded.

Dumbledore didn't seem to care if they understood him, and he turned to Transfiguration.

"Transfiguration is also the magic that I am best at. When your Professor McGonagall was in school, I was her professor of Transfiguration." He said in a tone of recalling the past, and sighed.

"Unfortunately, since I became the principal of this school, I have become busier and busier, and I no longer have time to teach students."

Scott watched as he picked up the cup and took a sip of the overly sweet black tea, then smacking his lips.

"I don't know if I'm proficient in class or not, let me think... Where should I start?"

Scott quietly waited for him to "class", but he picked up a small cookie, spread a lot of sweet jam, stuffed it into his mouth, and then chewed while distracted.

"..."

Scott felt a little discomfort in his throat, and quickly took a sip of his unflavored black tea.

It was not until the spoon in George's hand accidentally touched the plate, making a crisp sound, that Dumbledore suddenly came back to his senses.

"Where did we just say?"

He acted like a real old fool.

George and Fred looked at each other, the two of them didn't pay attention at all just now.

Scott put down the teacup in his hand, "Transfiguration for dead objects, the method to make the Transfiguration 'work' have the ability to move independently, Professor."

"right!"

Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

He looked at Scott. "Have you asked Professor McGonagall that question? Scott."

"No." Scott shook his head, "That should belong to the advanced knowledge in Transfiguration. I was not urgent about this before."

He smiled, "I always feel that if I keep going at my own pace like this, I will do it one day."

"You're right." Dumbledore nodded again.

Ask again, "Have you changed your mind now?"

"I think……"

Scott looked again at the two cheerful puppets, who seemed to be tired from dancing and were sitting on the ground to rest.

"Looking at the professor's magic, I seem to understand something, but I still lack some inspiration." He said softly, almost murmured, "I didn't think of something."

At this time, Dumbledore tapped the rim of the glass with a spoon, which brought Scott back to his senses.

"You are indeed a transfiguration genius, Scott."

His expression was slightly serious.

"I want to remind you," he said softly. "There is a price to pay for whatever magic you use."

"The price?" Scott heard this for the first time.

Even the Weasley twins stopped eating snacks.

Dumbledore, however, returned to his lighthearted look.

He smiled and said, "Yes, whether it's chanting a spell, gesturing a wand, consuming mana, or even gaining confidence, it's the price of using magic."

After speaking, he and Scott looked at each other.

Scott thought.

Next, he did not ask any more questions, but was completely immersed in thinking.

Dumbledore was having fun with the twins again, and he was occasionally amused by two mischievous boys.

When Scott came back to his senses and listened for a while, he found that George and Fred had unknowingly told all the pranks they had done.

The happy afternoon tea time was over soon, at least for the twins.

Dumbledore never asked them about the detailed process of the previous two days, and he talked to them very cordially and humorously.

Coupled with delicious food and drinks, what could be happier?

As they left, Dumbledore said to Scott again: "I don't think I should tell you the answer directly. Those talented students don't need to be taught deliberately. Their own thinking is often more useful."

Although praised as a genius, Scott didn't know if he should be happy.

"But I can give you a hint," Dumbledore said again.

Scott immediately looked at him expectantly.

"Remember, magic is the power to believe."

Dumbledore said mysteriously.

Scott was touched, got up and bowed to Dumbledore.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor Dumbledore."

he said respectfully.

Dumbledore smiled happily.

When the three of Scott left the principal's office completely and returned to the third floor, George and Fred immediately held hands with each other and happily danced a crooked tap dance.

They also sang out of tune one by one.

"Oh! We became..."

"Having afternoon tea with Dumbledore..."

"The Weasley Brothers..."

“We share food...”

"Talking and laughing..."

"from now on……"

"Mum can't either..."

"Criticize us casually..."

Scott couldn't help pouring a basin of cold water upon seeing the smug look of the two of them.

He said slowly: "I remember, you just told all the pranks you did at school."

The twins' singing and dancing came to an abrupt end.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

They looked at each other for a moment, suddenly becoming extremely frustrated, and then angrily accusing each other.

"It's all your fault!"

"It's your fault!"

"You talk a lot!"

"You said it first!"

Scott shook his head, waved at the quarreling two, and turned to leave.

"Scott!"

"Don't go!"

The two immediately chased after him, and one placed one hand on Scott's shoulders, crying loudly.

"Help us figure it out! Dumbledore knows too much! We've lost our mystery with him!"

"If Dumbledore tells Professor McGonagall we're done!"

Scott was indifferent, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"Looks like you guys need to overhaul your pranks," he said encouragingly. "Come on, guys, I believe in you!"

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