Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

Harry and Ron were still looking for an empty seat when they suddenly saw a waving arm.

"Harry, this way"

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting in the standard academic seat, greeted them from a distance.

Harry and Ron quickly found a seat next to Hermione.

"What happened and why you were so late?" Hermione asked in a low voice, looking in the direction of Professor McGonagall.

Ron spread his hands: "It's obvious, isn't it? We were dragged down by those damn stairs."

Harry nodded and sighed again, as if he couldn't bear to look back.

"By the way Hermione, how did you get away? We had a lot of trouble climbing up" Harry asked.

Hermione: "It's very simple. As long as you get up earlier, observe how the seniors move a few times, and remember the rules."

Harry and Ron: ""

This is what you call simple

Why does it feel like we all live in different worlds?

We seem to have some different understandings of the definition of simplicity

Seemingly sensing Harry and the others' embarrassment, Hermione said helplessly:

"Tomorrow morning, I will take you for a walk. The premise is that you must get up early. I don't want you two to be unable to eat breakfast."

“No problem thankyouverymuch”

Harry and Ron said in unison

the other side.

Malfoy and Blaise glanced around, and then saw the second to last row at the same time.

However, there is only one location.

The two looked at each other and expressed one word again in their eyes. "run"

The scene instantly turned into two tigers fighting for food.

That crazy gesture scared the other little wizards, and they thought they were going to fight.

Unfortunately, in the end, Brace was superior and occupied the throne.

Looking at the triumphant Blaise, Malfoy raised his middle finger, and then sat in the second row in front as if resigned to his fate.

Harry Ron in the third row was just behind and to his left.

Of course, Goyle and Crabbe followed Malfoy's footsteps, and they sat together in the unattended first row.

Seeing that everyone was seated, Professor McGonagall stretched out her wand and tapped the blackboard, announcing that class was officially in session.

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"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell you have in your Hogwarts curriculum. Anyone who tries to cause trouble in my class will be asked to leave. He will never be allowed to come in again. I have warned you." .”

Professor McGonagall was obviously very angry just now, and her words were filled with murderous intent.

Originally, she wanted to turn the podium into a pig to gently demonstrate the magic of transfiguration.

But now the angry Professor McGonagall changed her mind and turned the podium into a big lion as tall as a person.

The lion jumped in front of Malfoy, and the big wave's head just hit Malfoy, and an evil lion roared.

The smell was so bad that Malfoy almost spit out his breakfast.

A few little girls in the back row covered their mouths and snickered.

Mr. Savior and the red-haired boy gloated at Malfoy's defeat. After all, the enemy's pain is the source of our happiness.

Hermione couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth as she watched this scene.

Seeing Malfoy's distracted look, he must have learned a lesson. Professor McGonagall smiled and turned the lion back into the podium.

Humph, this is what you get for teasing the professor

Malfoy wiped his face silently, expressionless.

Inside: This older cat-eared girl is targeting me especially

Angry as hell, Malfoy certainly wouldn't dare to make a mistake.

"Transfiguration is an extremely complex course, and you still have a lot to learn."

As for why wood can turn into living animals, don't ask about such unscientific things. Asking is magic.

Just kidding, I still have to say a few words. Simple transfiguration only targets the transformation between inanimate objects of similar volume and mass, such as matches and needles, candles and glasses.

There are also advanced transformation techniques such as small things turning into big things, big things turning into small things, and more difficult things like dead things turning into living things, and living things turning into dead things.

In addition, the former living creature is actually a state shaped by magic according to the wizard's understanding.

Just like the lion just now, although it can roar, run, bite, and has all the appearance of a lion, it does not have the ability to eat or mate.

It's just superficial.

After the magic power is withdrawn or the magic power dissipates, it will become a podium again.

There is also the more profound human transformation technique, which is also known as Animagus. Because it is too dangerous, it falls under the category and is generally not taught.

Only the most gifted wizards can learn, and they are strictly monitored.

Professor McGonagall is one of only seven registered Animagus.

Of course, this is legal, but there are also many illegal ones, such as Sirius's big black dog.

The above basic contents are all mentioned in the beginner's guide to transformation.

Malfoy had no intention of listening to the lectures. After all, he had learned magic a year in advance and had already mastered many things.

But he couldn't show it.

Because it is against the rules to learn magic in private, especially without parental supervision.

Lucius and Narcissa only regarded him as a curiosity and did not understand his study progress at all.

But, it’s not a big deal even if it’s exposed.

Pure-blood wizards have always had more privileges, and the Ministry of Magic would turn a blind eye to some matters as long as they were not excessive.

Malfoy, bored, opened the book's table of contents.

Chapter 1The Origin of Transfiguration

Chapter 2Definition of Transfiguration

Chapter 3Classification of Transfiguration

Chapter 4Basic Theory of Transfiguration

Chapter 40 To become a master of transformation, you need to do...

Well, Malfoy nodded while reading, it is indeed a good book.

How should I put it? It successfully made me lose interest in transfiguration.

There is also an urge to feel sleepy

This reminded him of a book he had read in his previous life, from entry to burial. Yes, it was that familiar feeling.

If only smartphones were still around.

Not so sleepy.

Professor McGonagall spoke very carefully and quickly. A wave of the wand revealed a piece of knowledge, so the little wizards kept taking notes.

During this period, Gower went to pick up the eraser on the ground. When he got up again, he found that he seemed to have missed a world.

Looking at Crabbe next to him, it seems that he can see two circles spinning in his eyes.

"It's still difficult for you to turn furniture into animals, so let's start with simple things."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she gave everyone a match.

"Today's goal is to turn the match in your hand into a needle."

Don’t ask why cross-element transformations like wood turning into metal are relatively simple, it’s magic.

When Malfoy took the match, he was filled with emotion.

Unexpectedly, the fairy tales I heard when I was a child came true in a different way.

But instead of the little match girl, there was only an old witch giving out matches.

Are fairy tales disillusioned?

Malfoy's thoughts began to wander again.

Why do you want to become a needle?

Needle, what does it represent?

He thought of Grandma Rong, who showed no mercy under the needle, of the Eastern leader who wanted to practice magical skills at the risk of committing suicide, and of the needlework that netizens often played with...

For a moment, he seemed to see everything in the world through a needle, the glitz and glamor of the world.

"Mr Malfoy

Do you think it’s too easy, so you’re still distracted when I’m explaining the techniques?”

Professor McGonagall's furious voice suddenly came to his ears, and Malfoy was startled and quickly retracted his thoughts.

"No, professor, you spoke very well. I was just thinking about, um...the knowledge points you mentioned before."

Malfoy replied in a pretentious manner, like a good boy who studies hard.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, doubtful:

"Really? But I hope you can keep up with everyone else's rhythm instead of being immersed in your own world."

"I will, Professor."

Malfoy returned a pure smile.

But I felt helpless.

He learned the trick of turning matches into needles half a year ago. He can even turn matches into stick figures.

Soon, Professor McGonagall had finished explaining all the key points about turning matches into needles, and finally demonstrated it herself.

With a flick of the wand, the soft match turned into a hard needle.

Malfoy briefly summarized the so-called key points, which is that transfiguration is very simple and mainly depends on talent.

However, the little guys who had just come into contact with magic understood it very well, watched it with great interest, and wished they could try it themselves.

Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face and seemed very satisfied with everyone's attitude towards learning. Of course, she might also be satisfied with her own teaching ability.

"Okay, let's all practice individually. If any little wizard can succeed, I will add five points to his academy."

Professor McGonagall's words suddenly ignited the enthusiasm of the little ones, and for a while the whole classroom was ringing with the "rapid change of form" spell.

Malfoy shook his head. People can't recognize themselves.

This is the situation they are in now.

Brain: I learned.

Eyes: I understand.

Hand: You two fart

After a while, Malfoy heard Professor McGonagall shout excitedly:

"Look, Miss Granger has managed to change her match a little bit. I can already see that one end of the match has turned into a needle point. One point for Gryffindor."

Hermione opened her mouth from ear to ear with joy, her two big white teeth shining.

Malfoy could still see her raised little head, glancing in his direction, her lips almost reaching her ears.

This cute little gesture says it all, yes, it is pride.

But I'm so awesome, I'll put my hands on my hips for a while.

Ha ha.

Malfoy said, Miss Nutria, it's too early to be happy now. You will cry during Potions class.

This point is not enough for the old bat to deduct in one lesson.

"Mr. Malfoy, cheer up, you seem to have done nothing with your matches."

Professor McGonagall came over at some point, and felt annoyed when he saw Malfoy lazily holding his chin.

This study attitude is too careless.

Malfoy froze.

Um, what do you want me to do?

Use it to light a cigarette?

I’d rather use it to light up the classroom…

Of course Malfoy couldn't express such horrifying thoughts. He deliberately shook his head and sighed:

"Professor, this is too difficult. I have tried many times and nothing happened. Maybe I have no talent."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, but refused to let him go: "Really? But I think this simple transformation requires more practice. You should learn to summarize the reasons for failure instead of just sitting here and being lazy."

"You are right, professor, I will go back and summarize it carefully."

Malfoy nodded repeatedly, acting very well-behaved.

Crabbe, who was sitting in front, suddenly turned around and said doubtfully:

"Boss, haven't you already known it? I remember you showed it to us when we were at your house."

Malfoy: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly solidified

Malfoy felt that his heartbeat even slowed down a beat.

If you go too far, do you dare to slap me in the face?

"You will die if you don't speak." Malfoy glared at Crabbe fiercely, with murderous intent in his eyes.

I don't have any eyesight. I'm just about to keep a low profile, so you stab me in the back.

Who on earth sent you as an undercover agent?

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall's eyes were wrong, and she looked at him maliciously:

"Lying is not a young wizard's habit, Mr. Malfoy."

Professor McGonagall, please listen to my quibbles.

Malfoy quickly explained: "Don't listen to that damn fat... Um, Crabbe is talking nonsense. I don't know how to transform. I can't come, I can't come."

Although Malfoy tried his best to defend himself, Professor McGonagall was like a kitten whose curiosity was aroused and refused to give up until she got something:

"Excessive modesty is a kind of hypocrisy. What we need is to respect the facts and show me your strength."

Malfoy: I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.

"Professor, this is actually a misunderstanding."

Malfoy was tired.

Facing Professor McGonagall's aggressiveness, Malfoy felt like a rat cornered.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.