All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 49 Magic is the power of belief

Lynde asked Hermione to return to her seat.

"You have all seen that the most direct way to increase the speed of casting spells is to streamline your casting process. It may be difficult for you to cast spells without a wand, but silent casting is necessary. How about a simple stunned place?" Can you skip the mantra and cast it? The answer is faith."

belief?Looking at Linde who was talking eloquently, Harry felt subtle emotions in his heart.

Even for adults, faith is a precious and scarce quality, let alone a group of children.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Magic is both the power of belief and the power of emotion." Linde walked slowly to the open space between the desks. "I said, I believe there will be mountains full of flowers blooming in winter, I believe there will be There are stars falling in the forest at night, I believe the clouds are white puppies, I believe the sea breeze will bring my mother’s thoughts. What do you think I do?”

The children looked at each other. Some thought Linde was crazy, some thought his words were interesting, and some believed him deeply.

"Are you here, reading poetry?" Ron muttered softly.

Lind's ears were like antennas, and he smiled at the red-haired Weasley, "Yes, I am reciting poetry. No, I am not reciting poetry, I am making prophecies."

He raised his right arm high and snapped his fingers, and the lush pasture was covered with heavy snow, the wind was freezing, and the children were shivering with cold.

He raised his left arm and snapped his fingers, and the ground beneath their feet rose up, and a volcano erupted into flames rising straight into the sky. The little wizards screamed. Their seats surrounded the crater, and they could see the cliffs below and the gushing lava.

Floating in mid-air, the volcano's billowing dust cloud turned into his towering throne, his voice was as loud as thunder, and he said: "Flowers will bloom!"

Then the volcano erupted, and the vigorous magma burst into flower seeds in mid-air, and fell on the snow-capped hillside.

The sky is changing, the clouds fall on the ground and turn into countless white dogs, jumping back and forth between the children's seats. The sun shrinks all the light, the stars fall on the plain like raindrops, the earth cracks, and the sea water surges from all sides, azure. The warm wind blew from the harbor, and when it reached the top of the mountain, it turned into a woman's gentle whisper: Baby, I miss you so much, are you okay at Hogwarts?

Harry's whole body was stiff, he huddled in his seat, his mind was blanked by the dizzying spectacle, and at this moment he heard a strange woman's call.

Harry had never heard this voice before, but his first reaction was: it was mother.

"Mother?" He slowly left his seat and ran in the direction of the wind in a panic.The other little wizards called from behind.

"Harry! Come back quickly!"

Harry heard nothing. He fell down the steep hill and rolled into a sea of ​​flowers, covering himself with flowers and slush.There is only one thought in his mind: I am going to the beach!

This strange and unreasonable thought inspired him inexplicably. Harry took out his wand, pointed at the snow and said loudly: "Become a sled!"

No, Xuedi responded to him with silence.

Harry asked angrily: Why?

Because you're not determined enough, you haven't even seen a real sleigh, kid, you've only heard about it from stories about Santa Claus. Now, stop making me laugh and tell me something real. Tell me something you have actually seen, touched, smelled, whose color, smell and texture you know. Come on, tell me.

The first thing Harry thought of was a door. The door to the stairwell was like the bars of a cage. For the past ten years, he, the little prisoner, had known every detail of this door.

"Become a door panel."

Snow let out a sigh of relief, yes, that's right, the door panel is here.

Both House boys ran to the edge of the hill, watching the Gryffindor boy slide on a door panel and slide towards the sea at the foot of the hill.

Lind clapped his hands and said, "Okay. That's enough."

Harry was about to jump into the sea, but suddenly his eyes blurred, and he returned to the classroom, the drowsy classroom.

The little wizards around him also didn't react.

Everything just now seemed like an illusion, like a crazy dream.

Lind stood in the middle of the classroom and applauded, "Our Mr. Harry Potter successfully turned his desk into a door panel. I bet that if Professor McGonagall saw this scene, he would directly exempt you from this semester." Transfiguration work.”

In yesterday's Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked the first-year students to try to turn a piece of white paper into blue, but very few succeeded. Now, Harry can turn a large desk into a detailed door panel. Such progress is undoubtedly amazing.

Linde remembered that he practiced Transfiguration in the Tower of Books. He had accumulated a full understanding of the properties of objects by bringing real objects into it to observe. of magic.

It relies heavily on the wizard's knowledge of real objects. Transfiguration cannot conjure something that has never been seen before, such as an alien spaceship or the like.

"This is the power of belief, the wild belief that you must change the world in front of you. Transfiguration is like this, and so are other spells. The key is abundant magic power, knowledge of magic, and confidence in yourself."

Many old wizards are a little neurotic, and in the eyes of others, they are crazy. It is not inspired by evil gods, but a state similar to fanaticism.He doesn't care about other people's eyes, and is so confident that he is defiant.

These young wizards were convinced by Linde, but they still lacked confidence, "But we are too young and may not have so much magic power."

"I didn't ask you to do great things, I didn't ask you to move a mountain, I didn't ask you to blow up an island. Harry's example has proved to you that even a little wizard has magic in his body. Enough to change a lot of things."

Linde saw that everyone was still uneasy, so he continued to encourage: "At the beginning, you all experienced magic riots, and many incredible phenomena appeared around you. I know that some people can make furniture float, some people can make glass disappear, and some people can sleepwalk. It’s time to pass through walls. At that time, you knew nothing about magic, and you didn’t even know a single spell, but the ability you displayed was so powerful. Why can’t you even learn a little transfiguration after coming to Hogwarts? good?"

Everyone was thoughtful.

"Learning magic is such a process. At the beginning, there are no rules in your mind. You only have a strong primitive belief. This unconscious belief is controlling the magic. It is wild and powerful, just like a child. Doodles, bold colors, amazing strokes. But when you get into magical education, and learn how to harness magic with your own mind, it suddenly goes bad, doesn't it? Suddenly, you can't do anything Well, even Luminosity takes a lot of practice. But that's not a bad thing, it's a natural process."

Linde waved his hand, and a blank sheet of paper and a box of colored crayons appeared in front of everyone. "Now, please fill this paper with color."

The clever kids did as soon as they thought about it, while the stupid ones hadn't recovered from the illusion show just now.

Linde gave them seven minutes, and then asked everyone to pass the manuscript paper up.

He picked out four and enlarged them.

"Who drew these pictures?"

Those who raised their hands were Hermione and Seamus from Gryffindor, and Hannah and Justin from Hufflepuff.

These four paintings are completely in four styles.

Hermione used colors to construct a childish landscape, including the rising sun, blue sky, green grass, and small wooden houses on the hillside.

Seamus is a famous explosive boy. Anything placed in his hands can explode with sparks. His paintings are completely angry red graffiti, just like Father Sun was shot to death by Sister Moon, with red spray coming from The orange ball in the center of the picture bursts into flames.

Hannah Abbott, the Iron Hat King of Hogwarts, is a gentle and timid, sensitive and kind girl, her paintings are filled with pure blue crayons.Just like the masterpiece "Black Square" by the Soviet supremacist artist Malevich, there are no objects or outlines at all in the picture. This is a pure blue drawing paper.

Justin's style is similar to Hannah, but he chose to use strips of color blocks stacked on top of each other. At first glance, it looks like a rainbow, but no rainbow would have such a strange color. It is more like the Beiyang Government than a rainbow. flag.

Linde arranged the order of these four paintings, Hannah, Justin, Seamus, and Hermione, and everyone witnessed how a piece of drawing paper evolved from pure color to color, then derived structure, and finally showed complete structural system.

"A living example." Linde commented on this group of quadruples.

Part of the plot has been modified, and Chapters 18, 19, 41, and 42 have been remade. You can go back and read it when you have time (whisper)