The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students.

Chapter 49 Magic is the Power of Belief
Lind told 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 rare character, let alone a group of children.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Magic is not only the power of belief, but also the power of emotion." Linde walked slowly to the open space in the middle of the desk, "I said, I believe that there will be a mountain full of flowers blooming in winter, I believe it will There are stars falling in the forest at night, I believe that the clouds are white puppies, and I believe that the sea breeze will bring back the thoughts of my mother. What do you think I am doing?"

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

"Are you there, reading poetry?" Ron muttered under his breath.

Linde's ears were like antennas, and he smiled at the red-haired Weasley, "Yes, I'm reading poetry. No, I'm not reading poetry, I'm prophesying."

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

He raised his left arm and snapped his fingers again, and the ground beneath their feet rose, and a fiery volcano shot straight into the sky.The little wizards screamed, their seats surrounded the crater, and they could see the cliffs below and the lava spewing out.

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 become countless white dogs, jumping back and forth between the children's seats, the sun curls up all its rays, the stars fall on the plain like raindrops, the earth cracks, the sea water surges from all sides, blue A warm wind blows from the harbor, and when it reaches the top of the mountain, it becomes a woman's gentle whisper: Baby, I miss you so much, how are you 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!"

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, out-of-the-ordinary thought inspired him somehow, and Harry drew his wand, pointed at the snow, and said loudly, "Become a sled!"

No, Yuki responded him with silence.

Harry asked angrily: Why?
Because you're not determined enough, you haven't even seen a real sleigh, boy, you've only heard about it from Santa stories.Now, stop making me laugh, talk about something real, something you've actually seen, touched, smelled, you know its colour, smell and texture, come on, tell it.

Harry's first thought was a door, a door to the stairwell, like the bars of a cage, a door that his little prisoner had known in every detail for the past ten years.

"Become a door panel."

Xuedi 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.

Linde clapped his hands, "Okay. 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 were also a little unresponsive.

Everything just now was like a hallucination, like a frantic dream.

Linde 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 sees this scene, he will directly save you from this semester." Transfiguration work."

In yesterday's Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall had the first graders try to turn a piece of white paper into blue, but very few succeeded.Now, Harry was able to turn a large desk into a door panel with fine details, 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 little wizards were all persuaded by Linde, but they still lacked confidence, "However, we are too young and may not have so much magical 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 is 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 on the manuscript paper.

He picked 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, with the sun, blue sky, green grass, and cabins on the hillside.

Seamus is a well-known explosive boy. Anything he puts on his hand can burst into sparks. His paintings are all angry red graffiti, just like Father Sun was shot dead by Sister Moon. The orange ball in the center of the screen explodes.

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's, but he chose to stack each other with strips of color. At first glance, it looks like a rainbow, but no rainbow will be such a strange color. It is not so much a rainbow, but more like the Beiyang government banner.

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.

　A part of the plot has been modified, and chapters 41, 42, [-], and [-] have been remade. You can go back and read them when you have time (whisper)

　　
　
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