Son-in-law of the Hibiscus family at Hogwarts

In the following period, Weston has been learning the art of transfiguration from McGonagall.

Mag is right, Weston's foundation is indeed too poor. Even if the transformation is successful, it is just piled up with magic power. Compared with Mag's traceless transformation technique, it is simply inferior. Far.

However, Weston's learning speed was quite fast. In less than a week, he not only supplemented the basics that he had missed, but also derived the wandless casting of Transfiguration!

Yes, it’s wandless casting!This is also the first silent and wandless spell that Weston has mastered.

When Mag saw this, he almost broke his glasses.This kind of talent can no longer be described as a genius, even if it is described as a monster, it is far inferior!

You don’t need a medium to cast a spell, this is so magical!Mag's heart was filled with a rare curse word!

After Weston handed over the report, McGonagall discovered that this wandless spellcasting was not unconditional. The body's magic conductivity and pressure resistance, as well as the requirements for magic control, had already met demanding requirements. She couldn't even achieve it herself!

However, it is still an amazing achievement!Despite being disappointed, McGonagall happily handed the report into Dumbledore's hands.

After reading the report, Dumbledore immediately understood Weston's thoughts and said to McGonagall: "I have never looked forward to it so much. Maybe he will give us a huge surprise soon!"

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore in confusion, but Dumbledore said nothing more and just smiled mysteriously.

In fact, the transformation of Weston's Animagus magical creatures is rarely known at Hogwarts.Before success, Dumbledore didn't want too many people to know, even if that person was his loyal disciple McGonagall.

When learning magic, time always passes very quickly. It wasn't until the house elf came to inform Weston that tomorrow was Halloween!

Well, let’s take a little break!Weston thought for a moment and decided to relax a little.

However, if you want to relax, you still have to pay attention to methods!Looking at the parchment in his hand, Weston smiled a little evilly...

"Password?"

"Lemon ice cream!"

The statue of the gatekeeper in the principal's office moved aside, and Weston smiled slightly and walked into the principal's office.

"Hey, look who this is? Isn't this the great Mr. Weston Delacour? Should his poor teacher say, long time no see? Huh?" A hoarse voice sounded like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

Yes, today is a coincidence!Under Dumbledore's teasing eyes, Weston walked up to Snape and bowed slightly: "Teacher!"

"Ah ah ah, should I shout with joy that Mr. Delacour still remembers his teacher?" Snape said sinisterly, and glanced at Weston with his dark eyes.

"What the hell!" Weston smiled coquettishly and decisively changed the subject. Otherwise, Snape would have been able to say similar things for half an hour with his poisonous tongue without repeating the same thing.

"Teacher, happy holidays! This is a gift for you!" Weston seemed not to hear Snape's words. With a wave of his hand, a piece of parchment floated in front of Snape.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank, and he noticed that Weston did not use a wand to cast the spell!

Has it reached this level?Looks like he's making good progress!Dumbledore was thinking expectantly, and then his thoughts were interrupted by an exclamation...

"This is......"

Snape lost his composure. He stared at the parchment in his hand, his body trembling.His hand holding the parchment had veins on it, but surprisingly it didn't hurt the parchment at all.

In fact, not even a wrinkle was picked out.

"What's the matter, Severus?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

Snape let out a long breath, and then carefully placed the parchment on Dumbledore's desk, as if it was a very fragile thing.

As for what?Dumbledore looked at Weston quizzically.Weston shrugged and said nothing.

Dumbledore looked at Snape's expectant eyes and lowered his head to look at this "surprise"!

Huh?Dumbledore suddenly raised his head, looked at Snape, then at Weston, and uttered two words: "Genius!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and started reading again, but his expression was much more solemn.

There isn't much on the parchment, it's just a guess.

Speaking of which, this conjecture was inspired by many fan fictions in Weston's previous life, which talked about the extraction and standardization of potion materials.

"If the active ingredients in the potion materials can be extracted, then the quality of the potion can be controlled, and the standards of the potion can be truly formulated!"

After reading this last paragraph, Dumbledore once again praised: "Genius!"

"After all, he is my outstanding disciple, and his sensitivity to potions is innate!" Snape said as if it was a matter of course.

, Tiezi, you are floating!

Although Dumbledore couldn't say these words, this was what he meant in his eyes.

However, how could the arrogant person care about this!

"I need to study this carefully, Mr. Headmaster!" Snape said seriously.

Dumbledore agreed without hesitation: "No problem, Severus! The materials can be produced by Hogwarts, you need to research the results as soon as possible!"

"I will!" Snape nodded solemnly, then turned and walked out the door.

Walking to the door, Snape said: "For the sake of this gift, I didn't care about it before! However, I hope you still remember that you still have a teacher!"

Weston rubbed his nose and responded with a wry smile: "Teacher, I can!"

"Huh! That's more like it!" Snape nodded calmly, and then hurried out of the door, seemingly impatient.

After watching Snape leave, Dumbledore focused his eyes on Weston: "My child, you shocked me again!"

"It's nothing, Professor!" Weston shook his head and said modestly, "As long as there is a pair of eyes that discover, someone will always bring it up! We are only standing on the shoulders of giants!"

"Standing on the shoulders of giants..." Dumbledore savored it and smiled happily, "You are always so wise, which makes me feel that Bizhen is not a child!"

"I'm not a child!" Weston retorted: "I'm almost nine years old!"

"Yes, yes! You are growing up!" Dumbledore became even happier and winked at Weston.

Bah, the cute old bee!Weston spat inwardly.

"So, what is the grown-up Weston doing here? To say 'Happy Halloween' to this bad old man like me? I wouldn't mind an early gift!"

cut!Weston curled his lips in disdain, but handed over the other piece of parchment in his arms.

Another piece of parchment!

In just a short time, Weston has already done two major things, each of which was on parchment, making Dumbledore always feel a mixture of anticipation and panic when he saw his parchment!

It seems that if you don’t have a big heart, you really can’t be the headmaster of Hogwarts!

If Weston knew what Dumbledore was thinking, he would definitely complain: "Haha, it's up to me?!"

No matter what he thought in his heart, Dumbledore still took the parchment.After looking twice, Dumbledore was stunned: "This is..."

"Yes, a game! I hope to bring something different to Hogwarts on Halloween!" Weston said with a smile.

"Students are required to play some wizards and fight, and they are subject to some restrictions, as well as beasts..." Dumbledore's eyes were full of doubts and expectations, "Can you explain it to me?"

"Of course!" Weston nodded, and then explained it in detail, and from time to time he would deform a few quills for demonstration!

"Excellent idea! I have no reason to disagree, right?" Dumbledore looked at Weston, "This will be a game comparable to Quidditch!"

"Yes! We will change the magical world, starting with Hogwarts!" Weston opened his arms exaggeratedly, as if he wanted to embrace the whole world.

"Haha, you can, kid, because you are still young!" Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"No, we are still young!" Weston said.

"Yes, it's us!" Dumbledore nodded happily, but there was a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes.

Damn it, old man!Weston complained in his heart, but he felt an indescribable feeling.

"Does this game have a name?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"Of course!" Weston suddenly showed a meaningful smile, "I call it 'League of Legends'!"

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