The man behind Hogwarts

William tried several times without success.

Looking around, he found that most wizards were at the same progress as him, and only a few people's matches had changed some forms.

"Transformation between inanimate objects is the simplest form of transfiguration."

Professor McGonagall explained again.

This time she used a small blackboard and wrote on it while talking.

"The function of spells and wand gestures is to mobilize magic power, and magic power is the root of all magic."

"So? What is the role of will?"

She asked a question.

"If you know, you can raise your hand to answer, and you will get extra points."

Immediately, William raised his hand.

"William, tell me."

"According to the definition in the textbook, the role of will is..." He elaborated concisely.

"Yes, absolutely correct. Ravenclaw adds 5 points."

clap clap.

In the classroom, applause broke out.

Hogwarts has a house system.

Every year, each teacher can add or subtract appropriate points to the student's college, such as answering questions in class, winning Quidditch matches, etc.

The college with the highest final score wins the College Cup.

William remembered it clearly.

In Harry Potter's first year of school, they were added hundreds of points by Dumbledore, and Gryffindor won the Academy Cup.

Just in the foyer of the castle, there are four hourglasses used to record college points.

The hourglass contains four colored gemstones.

Gryffindor's hourglass contains rubies, Ravenclaw's hourglass contains sapphires, Slytherin's hourglass contains emeralds, and Hufflepuff's hourglass contains diamonds.

"As William said, 'will' plays a vital role in casting spells."

"What if you wanted to turn a match into a needle?"

"You have to imagine a needle in your brain."

When Professor McGonagall said this, she picked up a match from the table.

"Transfiguration"

The match disappeared and was replaced by a silver needle.

"Looking at this silver needle, what did you find?" she asked again.

Scratching, several little hands were raised.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

She preferred it when there were Ravenclaw students in the several houses she attended.

Because there are many people who take the initiative to answer questions.

Looking around, he found that William also raised his hand, but this time his name was not called.

“Evelin, tell me.”

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."

Evelin said confidently: "Obviously, the silver needle you transformed is different from the silver needle sent to us for reference."

"It can be inferred from this that this is a change due to your will."

"Very good. Ten points for Ravenclaw."

Ok?

William discovered why Evelin’s points were higher than his own.

Why is that?

"First of all, my request is to remember the silver needle in front of you, its length, shape, color..."

"Then, say the incantation and wave the wand."

"Understood? Keep practicing."

William picked up the silver needle, turned it and studied it carefully.

After simply looking at it a few times, he completely remembered its appearance, and he could even pinpoint a few small dots on the silver needle.

His eyes dropped and he placed them on the match.

The wand was raised slightly, and then, Transfiguration, the wand was waved down at the same time...

"flutter"

The match shook a few times and was lit.

William:......

No, why are you so messy with this match? What I want is a silver needle, a silver needle. Why are you lighting it up?

Can you light a cigarette for me?

Helplessly put it out.

William tried several more times with similar results.

The match either ignites, is bounced, or does not move...

Anyway, it’s just the same silver needle.

At this time, there was one person in the classroom who had succeeded, and she was Evelin.

"Evelin, how did you change? Show me."

William poked her in the back with his wand.

Evelin turned her head and looked at William proudly.

"It's very simple. After you recite the spell, it becomes successful."

"Look at mine."

"Transfiguration"

biu.

A silent sound effect sounded.

Once again she succeeded in casting the spell.

William frowned when he saw this.

‘My steps are exactly the same as hers, why can’t I do it? ’

He has an extraordinary memory and can completely memorize her various movements, and can even reproduce them one to one.

But the final result is still failure.

try again.

Once, twice... n times.

William's own pack of matches had been used up, so he took Evelin's and continued changing.

"Are you not strong-willed?" Evelin asked.

William shook his head.

This is impossible, his will is his strong point.

Not only will, but also thinking ability, imagination ability, and memory ability are all very strong.

William didn't think it was a problem in this regard.

Another failure.

William simply put down his wand and started thinking.

'Judging from the current situation, my magic talent must have shortcomings, and it is likely that I lack a suitable magic constitution. ’

‘Looking at it this way, my plan must be implemented quickly. ’

clang~

The pendulum clock rings.

Professor McGonagall stood behind the desk and said, "That's it for the first class."

"The match turning into a silver needle is today's homework. Everyone should practice more after class. I will check the progress in the next class."

"get out of class."

Professor McGonagall leaves.

……

"There's half an hour left for herbal medicine class, where should we go now?" A, one of William's roommates, asked.

"Let's go to the Herbal Medicine classroom first. We still have to find a way first."

"William, let's go together." Evelin also said.

"it is good."

William plus Evelin, plus their roommates.

Several people walked toward the back of the castle in a mighty manner.

Ten minutes later, everyone found their destination.

The Herbology class is taught by Professor Sprout, who is also the Head of House of Hufflepuff.

Next to the greenhouse behind the castle, William saw the professor.

She was short, had flowing gray hair, wore a thick hat full of patches, and was stained with some mud.

"Professor Sprout."

"Oh, students, you are here."

Led by the professor, the students entered a greenhouse one by one.

According to Professor Sprout, most of their first-year classes will be spent here, and this is where she named the First Greenhouse.

Just entered.

Roommate A couldn't help but open his mouth in an O shape: "These plants are so strange."

Very strange indeed.

William agreed.

There are many plants planted in the greenhouse, some are potted plants, some are hanging on shelves, like a ball...

But without exception, they were all like things William had never seen before.

William also saw a plant that was unusually strange.

In a pot of soil in the middle of the greenhouse, there is a dandelion-like plant growing, and it is also covered by a circular net.

It has dandelion-like balls of fluff.

But here's the weird thing.

The down color of this plant is red, and the long stem is also red. At first glance, it looks a bit like a red tennis ball.