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"Hello, Senior March."

Amber reached out and shook hands cordially with March.

"I applied to the dean for seven years, and I didn't get this permission until I was about to graduate."

"I didn't expect that before graduation, there would be such an excellent student who fulfilled this long-cherished wish for me"

"The senior has won the award, it's just a fluke."

The two of them touched their wine glasses slightly, and when they looked at the people dancing in the lounge, they felt proud.

After the greeting, Ma Qi looked at the happy lounge, and his tone was full of emotion.

"Slytherin has not had such an atmosphere for a long time. The school's prejudice and suppression of us are almost obvious."

"I thought Slytherin wouldn't care about that."

Amber turned his head, looked at March's profile, and smiled:

"Edmund said at the start of the school year that prejudice and slander will only drive us forward."

"Yeah, yeah. So my main focus now is on what to do after graduation."

March shook his head, and he could see the melancholy and despair on his face.

Amber can understand this kind of emotion very well. After all, the things that he has been tirelessly pursuing for seven years are at his fingertips. Not everyone can treat this kind of blow and sense of gap with a normal heart.

After realizing this, Amber couldn't help but admire March.

This man is truly extraordinary.

Able to face up to their own failures, so as to sum up the experience and focus on the future road.

Such people will have a visible future no matter what industry they are engaged in after graduation.

"What's your plan after graduation?"

Amber took the initiative to change the topic. He is the protagonist of today's banquet, and naturally it is impossible for the guests to fall into negative emotions.

"I haven't thought about it yet, maybe I will run for the family."

With that said, March shrugged.

"This is a responsibility that some of us should have had from birth."

"The March family has gone through two changes, and now it's already struggling. Maybe I'll think of something else to revive the family's glory."

Seeing the desperation and ambition in March's eyes, Amber felt the same.

After his parents disappeared, he went to great lengths to support the entire Cadmus family and prevent those relatives like jackals and hounds from dividing up the property belonging to Cadmus.

"Success, in the name of Slytherin."

Amber raised his glass and gave March a respect from the air.

He lasted seven years, and even with the help of Grindelwald, it took countless weeks to be able to barely sustain it. (Ask for a flower evaluation ticket)

For March, this time must be longer and more bumpy.

So he is not stingy, giving Ma Qi spiritual encouragement.

"Thank you, and good luck to you. In Slytherin's name."

"Well, today should be the entire Slytherin festival, so I won't take up your precious time."

Quickly withdrawn from his emotions, March raised his glass to Amber again.

After the glass has been tapped. March bowed slightly, took a few steps back, and merged into the sea of ​​joy like a drop of water.

After March left, Amber also found a sofa and sat there, experiencing a rare moment of relaxation.

But then he was dragged to the dance floor by Malfoy, let go of all restraint, and released the vitality of youth.

It was at this banquet that Slytherin truly accepted Amber.

Amber also truly sees himself as a Slytherin.

After the joy, it was dull, and for the next few days, Amber had been getting up early and training step by step.

None of the students at Hogwarts had the concept of waking up early. At this time, the only thing that surrounded Amber was the chirping of animals.

So, when the owl came with the letter, Amber didn't react immediately.

"For me?"

Looking at the snow-white owl in front of him. Amber raised his eyebrows.

He didn't have any friends in the magic world, and it was impossible for Grindelwald to contact himself in this way.

So in the face of this mysterious letter, Amber did not dare to be careless.

He waved his wand and placed heavy protection on the letter, one after another of magic chains, tightly suppressing any abnormality in the letter.

When he opened the letter, all preparations turned into a harmless joke.

This is the announcement from Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club, it's seven o'clock this evening.

"This is really..."

Amber was amused.

During the rare time of no class on Saturday, Amber spent almost a day in the library.

I have to say that the Hogwarts library is a treasure trove. Many annotations and manuscripts left by predecessors have inspired Amber to a considerable extent.

Time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the Transfiguration Club to begin.

Amber knocked on the heavy door with a copy of Deep Transfiguration: The Second Rule in his hand.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see bookshelves on three walls.

There are countless books and papers related to Transfiguration on the bookshelf, as well as various materials that are often used in Transfiguration.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Cadmus, don't be restrained, we need to wait for someone else."

Changed from his usual sternness in class, Professor McGonagall at this time was extraordinarily easy-going and lively.

Especially when Amber watched Professor Mike's extremely active gesture, shuttling back and forth between the three bookshelves.

Sometimes it even transforms into a f*ck Gus form and dexterously removes books and materials.

Amber suddenly felt like he had been hit by a Confusion Charm.

"Mr. Katmos, if you know enough about Transfiguration, you will know that Transfiguration can bring you as much fun as any entertainment."

After finally getting everything ready, Professor McGonagall turned his head and saw Amber's sluggish expression. He handed over a magazine and said with a smile:

"You can take a look at this magazine first. Some new perspectives on Transfiguration will be published first in this magazine."

After taking the magazine, Amber bowed his head.

This is a magazine called Frontier Transfiguration, which is more like a journal of Amber's past life than a magazine.

Most of the papers published in it are papers with unique insights. Although many things are only theoretical opinions, there is also no lack of practicality.

While Amber was reading. The members of the club also came one after another.

The crowd sat together in a circle, Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, and after introducing Amber to the crowd, he said:

"Last time we discussed the application of Transfiguration in our lives, Miss Penello—"

McGonagall gestured to a Larenclaw senior and continued:

"—provides us with a new way of thinking, whether Transfiguration can be used in some special aspects of life."

"Yes, professor, I asked my uncle for advice after I went back. He is the current vice president of the Transfiguration Association."

After getting the signal from McGonagall, Penero cleared his throat and said to the crowd:

"We discussed last time that the deformation of Transfiguration is based on the size of the magic input and the length of time. This has led to many applications that we envisioned, which are not so practical."

Everyone nodded, and Penello's face showed a hint of excitement, his tone slightly accelerated:

"But my uncle gave us a new direction. If it is for some relatively small items, the precise and stable input of magic power during deformation can stabilize the deformation for three to five years."

Having said this, Penello couldn't help standing up, took out a pen from his bag, and put it on the round table in the middle.

"Look, everyone, this is my practice assignment during the summer vacation, and it has been nearly two months now. Its prototype is this."

Penello took out his wand and lightly tapped, and the pen instantly expanded, turning into a thick notebook.

This move of hers attracted the exclamations of several people present. After all, turning a notebook into a pen can easily be done by everyone present.

But let this deformation. The stability lasted for nearly two months, which is not easy.

And this kind of deformation also made Amber look bright.

"Professor, I have a question."

"Mr. Cadmus? Please speak."

See Amber raise his hand. McGonagall was slightly surprised.

In his opinion, Amber joined this club for the first time, and the end of the activities should be mainly to adapt to the atmosphere and keep up with the rhythm.

Unexpectedly, at the first event, Amber wanted to express himself impatiently, which made McGonagall even more worried about Amber's temperament.

But Amber didn't know. At this moment, what McGee was thinking, he turned his attention to Penello and asked:

"Miss Penello, may I ask, is the difficulty of transformation like this due to the speed of the escape of magic power, or the magic power during the first transformation?"

"this……"

Penello was a little surprised by such a question.

He has only just started his research in this area, and has never considered it so far-reaching.

"If it's just that, I can answer you, Mr. Cadmus."

Although he was a little worried about Amber's character, his dedication as a professor made McGonagall take the initiative to answer Amber's questions.

"The most important thing is magic power, and secondly, the research depth of metamorphosis is also related, as long as the accuracy of magic power and deformation is high enough to offset the speed of magic power."

Perhaps to help everyone understand, when he got here, McGonagall couldn't help but bring a joke in his tone, stretched out his right hand, and gave everyone an interesting example.

"I remember that when Professor Dumbledore was a professor of Transfiguration, he had the habit of turning some important papers and documents into small pendants and carrying them around."

"Sometimes, I even forget the pendant corresponding to the textbook, and I am very busy in class."*