Hogwarts Melon Eater

Blue-orange shimmers flickered, maple leaves danced in the air, wands, cloaks, and a beautiful stone were all suspended in the air.

The spring water was ding-dong, and several people were arguing about something. Anna tried to see their faces clearly, but she always felt a layer of fog covering her eyes.

"Miss Lawrence..."

The familiar female voice sounded from somewhere, and Anna felt that she was in a very strange state, unable to move, but her thoughts were very lively.

The suddenly appeared Crucible tap danced with a deafening thud, and the figure of the child reappeared, red hair... maybe Ron? Why is he here, what is this place...

Before Anna could understand, the crucible suddenly sat on Anna's head, "Ow!"

Anna struggled to open her eyes.

Now she figured it out, because Professor McGonagall was standing in front of her with her hips akimbo, while Belinda sat on the edge and snickered gleefully.

Oops, fell asleep in Transfiguration class.

"Miss Lawrence!" Professor McGonagall showed a terrifying smile, and Anna secretly said, "Did my excellent hypnotist make you have a comfortable dream?"

Anna stood up from her seat and scratched her head. To be honest, the dream just now was really not a good one.

"I was wrong, Professor McGonagall," Ana said with a pitiful look, "I deeply realized my mistake... In fact, I learned too late yesterday, and I was a little tired this morning."

With such a brazen excuse, Professor McGonagall didn't know what to say.

Belinda whistled, "Don't trust her, Professor McGonagall, she doesn't mean to reflect."

Belinda sits firmly in the 'best friend' position.

"Miss Shafiq, can you turn matches into silver needles?" Professor McGonagall shifted his attention and looked over with cat-like eyes.

"Uh...not yet," Belinda looked at the unmoved match on her desk, a little helpless, "Professor McGonagall, I think there is something wrong with the quality of this match, maybe it's not a match at all, so My spells will not work."

"Definitely poor matches made by Muggles," she added swearingly, never putting failure on her own -- the advantage of not taking a toll on her self-confidence, the disadvantage of being too self-confident.

The little snake who was waving his wand vigorously on the side cast a look of approval, "I also think this match is fake!" Saying this, it aroused more resonance.

What else could it be if it wasn't a match? Small sticks that can burn ass? Ana glanced at the objects on Belinda's table.

Professor McGonagall didn't speak, and waved her wand to make Belinda's match quickly turn into a silver needle and back again.

Everyone had nothing to say, so they could only bury their heads in practice.

"Cough, Miss Lawrence, why don't you practice with everyone?" Professor McGonagall's eyes returned to Anna with a look of hatred on her face. She severely criticized, "If you go to sleep, you can master Transfiguration..."

"Everyone in Hufflepuff is a master of transfiguration!" A little snake and his companions muttered, and a group of people laughed.

"Slytherin deducts five points," Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the corner where the riots started. The little snakes were already quiet when they heard the deduction. "I don't want to hear these... rude remarks."

"Then, Miss Lawrence, in view of your bad behavior of sleeping in class, I have decided to deduct 20 points from Slytherin." The expressions of the little snakes changed instantly. Although Anna often gave points to the academy, she deducted 20 points at one time. , which is too…

\'Not good...\' Anna raised her eyebrows, Professor McGonagall was too cruel, Fred was only deducted ten points for sleeping in class.

Professor McGonagall walked over to the desk, bent down, and found a tattered snuff box from a drawer. "However, if you've mastered this simple knowledge, you'll be forgiven for taking a break—"

"Swish the wand and turn this snuffbox into a rat, and I'll not only not deduct points, but I'll give Slytherin five points," Professor McGonagall shook the snuffbox in his hand.

\'The snuff box turns into a mouse\', the transformation spell of this dead thing turning into a small animal will not be taught systematically until the third grade.

Dumbledore praised Anna's talent, which made McGonagall curious and wanted to know how far Anna's Transfiguration Spell could be mastered after systematic study.

But through observation, Professor McGonagall discovered a strange thing.

For two months, Anna seldom waved her wand in class. Most of the time, she was copying notes, sitting in the corner reading quietly, or pulling out some quirky snacks and the one named Belinda Shafik. Girls secretly share...

When I had to wave my wand, I would symbolically move it twice, not using magic power at all.

\'Is she hiding her talent? but why? \'This makes Professor McGonagall a little puzzled.

"What would you choose? Miss Lawrence," McGonagall paused, placing the snuffbox on the wooden table in front of Anna, "twenty or five?"

The classroom was a little quiet, and everyone's eyes were on Anna.

"Uh...Professor McGonagall..." Anna hesitated, and she lowered her head slightly, "I've never tried to turn a dead thing into an animal..."

"That is to choose to deduct 20 points?"

"Wait!" It's really wrong for you to sleep in class. Anna, who has a strong sense of collective honor, can't allow such a thing to happen, "Uh, I mean, I want to ask you a few questions about these spells..."

"Please," Professor McGonagall tapped her wand unconsciously, listening carefully to Anna's question.

In fact, Anna has really done some research on the spell that turns dead animals into small animals-there is a book called "How to Hide Your Private Money", which was Anna's favorite some time ago.

As the name suggests, the book has all kinds of wonderful methods to teach you to hide your private money, including using polymorphism to turn a parchment-wrapped Galleon into a fish that can move freely in a fish tank.

It's amazing, it's like creating life, but it's impossible, there is no magic that can create life and bring back the dead.

"Is this process of turning a dead thing into a small living thing creating life?"

Anna added, "I've asked about turning a living thing into a dead thing before, and you said that a mouse turned into a snuff box is a thinking snuff box, so what about a normal snuff box that turns into a mouse? Can a mouse have a mind? "

"Very interesting question," Professor McGonagall said with a faint smile. "Many wizards don't think about this. It's a good thing that you can see that you still attach great importance to \'life\'..."

"My answer is that the snuff box-turned rat doesn't have a mind, but it does simple activities that are determined by the caster's perceptions and thoughts," Professor McGonagall cites an example. If in your idea, the mouse can fly, then in the case of abundant magic, the transformed mouse can really complete the basic action of \'fly\'."

"But letting a mouse do something that doesn't belong to an ordinary mouse is extremely draining of the wizard's magic." Professor McGonagall waved his wand, making the snuff box the size of a watermelon, and sat up to greet everyone. The mouse disappeared in less than thirty seconds and turned back into a snuff box.

"The magic power output of the little wizard can support the mouse to complete one or two basic actions at most, such as \'walking\' and \'running\'."

"It's like giving a snuff-box mouse an action command, the command is completed, or the input magic power is exhausted, the mouse will not continue to exist, and turn back into an ordinary snuff-box - this property is also known as \'dead to small animal The curse \''unsustainable\''."

"If you want to maintain the effect of this shapeshifting spell for a long time, it is the realm of alchemy and potions."

Build your own mouse? The more strange the mouse is, the greater the magic power used, and the shorter the duration...

That won't cause much attention.

"I see, Professor McGonagall," Anna took out her wand, thought for a moment, and pointed it at the small snuffbox on the wooden table.

Hmm... to be exaggerated... Anna sketched the image of a classic mouse in her head~www.NovelMTL.com~ The appearance has changed dramatically! ' she chanted a spell.

There was a puff of smoke from the poor snuff box, and Professor McGonagall leaned forward, trying to see what Anna had conjured.

The little snakes around were also agitated, "Did she change that Muggle-born person?" "Will we be deducted points?"

Belinda, who was sitting next to Anna, frowned slightly, because she saw that what loomed in the smoke was a round ear, long hands and feet, and it looked very strange - anyway, it was definitely the same as \'ordinary mouse\' 'Can't get on the hook.

A strange voice sounded from the smoke, with a bit of sharpness and a bit of playfulness.

"Welcome to - Mickey Mouse Clubhouse!"

The smoke dissipated, and a black mouse-shaped creature in shorts appeared standing in front of everyone, its tail waving and hitting Belinda lightly on the cheek.

"Ah—" Belinda screamed.