Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 6 Magic Space
Peter and Hermione went down from the fifth floor to the third floor together. It was very quiet in the castle, and most of the students were in class.

Through a corridor, they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

The room was in perfect order, with desks piled high with books, and huge silver chests lined the walls.

On the tall gilded perch on the table, stood a large and graceful bird, with golden and red feathers shining in the afternoon sun.

Hermione said in amazement: "This is... Phoenix? I read in the book that Phoenix has the power of resurrection, and tears can heal wounds."

"Yes, Hermione, you have a wide range of knowledge," Peter said approvingly. "His name is Fawkes, and he is Dumbledore's pet."

Speaking of which, Peter smiled and waved to Fox.

Fox spread his wings and flew to Peter's shoulder. His sharp beak and claws reflected golden light, and his long shiny tail feathers swayed gently.

"The phoenix is ​​extremely rare, and I have never had the chance to see it. Thanks to Professor Dumbledore's kindness in lending me Fox for research." Peter explained.

"So... is your research direction magical creatures?" Hermione asked a little puzzled.

She couldn't think of any connection between the phoenix and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Peter smiled and shook his head, pulled out his wand, pointed lightly, a golden light shot out from the tip of his wand, and hit Fox's perch—

Qi Zhi turned into another phoenix.

It gracefully flew around the room twice, trailing a golden-red light behind it, and finally landed on Peter's other shoulder.

Fox uttered a cry, straightening his neck proudly, as if displeased.

Looking at the two phoenixes on Peter's shoulders, Hermione was amazed.

Among all branches of magic, Transfiguration is extremely difficult to master.

Ordinary enchantments only require the wizard to recite a certain incantation to work.

This is not the case with Transfiguration, which involves the deepest laws of how magic works, and there are no shortcuts.

As such, Transfiguration is one of the core compulsory subjects at Hogwarts, taught from first year onwards.

But the vast majority of students can't even enter the door of Transfiguration.

For example, Harry practiced transfiguring a beetle in class, only to let it run around on the table, exercising his body.

Due to the extraordinary difficulty of Transfiguration, only a handful of powerful and knowledgeable wizards like Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall can skillfully use it in battle.

Only when a wizard has mastered the Transfiguration art can he be regarded as having mastered the ticket to join the ranks of masters.

But even a wizard who is proficient in transfiguration, it is impossible to conjure a high-level magical creature like a phoenix in an instant.

This morning, Professor Peddie conjured a three-headed dog in the auditorium, and now he conjured a phoenix. Could it be that his transfiguration has surpassed the limit of the magic world?
Peter saw the puzzlement on Hermione's face.

"Transfiguration is a combination of magic and imagination," he explained, "I think Professor McGonagall taught you that in class."

Hermione nodded.

"But you'll find that it's not easy to imagine exactly what to deform."

"Especially for magical creatures like phoenixes and three-headed dogs, you not only have to imagine their shapes and structures, but also accurately imagine their unique magic."

"Otherwise you'll just end up with dead things that look like them but don't have magical powers."

"This makes it almost impossible to conjure magical creatures using polymorph alone."

As Peter said, he walked towards the desk. Fox flew up with a splash, landed on a large box, and stared at the other phoenix vigilantly.

"So, how did you succeed?" Hermione asked.

With a wave of Peter's wand, the air in the room suddenly compressed, and the shimmering spherical magic boundary separated the inside and outside, and the scenery in the office became ethereal.

This boundary is translucent, with strands of silver-white substance floating, neither gas nor liquid.

Hermione was so surprised that she walked around the spherical border and reached out to touch the surrounding magic barrier. Her hand went straight through, and the rings and ripples echoed around the wrist where it crossed the border.

She had never seen such magic, nor was it mentioned in any book. She turned her head to look at Professor Pedillo, eager for his answer.

Peter saw the doubt in Hermione's eyes, and he explained: "This is a palace of magic, an imaginary residence. This space is not an ethereal phantom, but a condensation of magic power."

Seeing that Hermione was still puzzled, Peter continued to explain: "You should know that Muggle technology items cannot be used around Hogwarts."

Hermione nodded, she'd read about it in Hogwarts, A History, but she couldn't think of a connection to magical spaces.

"Can you tell me why?" Peter asked.

"Because of the powerful and ancient magic that surrounds Hogwarts, electronic devices do not function in this area."

"That's right," Peter nodded, "The concentration of magic in Hogwarts is enough to disable Muggle items, and the concentration of magic in the space we are currently in is thousands of times that of Hogwarts, which will lead to more Amazing changes happen."

As he spoke, Peter carefully took out a small gray mouse from his pocket. The mouse was round and obediently standing in Peter's palm.

"This is my pet Scabbers," laughs Peter.

Hermione looked at the mouse in front of her, becoming more and more puzzled.

Peter approached Hermione, bent down and slowly put Scabbers into her hand, patted her on the shoulder, and whispered in her ear:

"Now, Hermione, please firmly engrave its image in your heart. Pay attention, don't rely solely on your sense of sight and touch, but learn to feel it with the magic that flows through your body."

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Scabbers intently.

Soon, she felt the powerful magic power soaking into her blood from the outside to the inside, galloping through her body.

She could feel the disturbance that Banban created in the magic space, like the dead leaves falling on the calm lake water, causing ripples.

Time seemed to freeze, and after an unknown amount of time, she heard Professor Peddie's cheerful voice.

"That's it!"

Hermione's consciousness returned to reality, holding Scabbers in her arms, panting heavily, like a drowning person who has just been pulled ashore.

"Are you okay? Such a concentration of magic is very heavy for beginners." Peter said worriedly.

Hermione quickly adjusted her breathing and tried to put on a relaxed look. She didn't want the professor to think that she couldn't learn this magic well.

Peter pulled away his office chair and asked Hermione to sit down and rest, then he took Scabbers out of Hermione's hand and put it back in his pocket.

Seeing Hermione's complexion improved, Peter put a small stone on the table and said gently:

"Very well, Hermione, now please take out your wand and try to turn this stone into Scabbers."

(End of this chapter)