Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 33 Transfiguration

It's over there, take a look.

It was he who cast the evil black magic on the Sorting Hat last night.

Look, it's the one with the black-rimmed glasses.

I heard that he is a disciple of Voldemort, and he came to the academy to kill Harry Potter.

How did I hear he was Muggle-born.

That's right, it's less likely to arouse suspicion.

……

I……

Doubt your balls! !
These whispers were with McGuffin when he came out of the dormitory the next day.Everyone is trying to happen, not paying attention, looking or aiming at the MacGuffin out of the corner of the eye.

Everyone held their breath and fell silent as he passed.

It was as if he had really become some incredible and frightening dark wizard.

These rumors continue to ferment and become more and more outrageous.

Rumors spread like an explosion, shocking the party more and more.

Although I'm sorry, how much McGuffin hopes that the savior Iron-headed baby can make big news now, but unfortunately the latest news in the original plot is in the flight class.
It was only a morning, and by the time of lunch, the latest version had become: MacGuffin is the heir of the Dark Lord, and he came to this school to avenge the mysterious man and get rid of Harry Potter.

If there's any consolation beyond that, it's that when Harry Potter shows up, people's attention is shifted momentarily, tiptoeing into Harry's face, and walking up and down in front of him incessantly.

"Did you see his face?"

"That scar is exactly the same as the one described in the book?"

"Is that what the mysterious man left behind?"

When he went to the restaurant to eat, the area within a few meters of McGuffin had become an isolated area, empty, and no one was sitting in front of him.

Harry, Ron and other young wizards in the dormitory were also affected by the rumors and avoided the McGuffin.

Except for George and Fred, they naturally found this rumor ┐(｀)┌ extremely interesting!
"Respected heir to the Dark Lord, we send our greetings to you!"

"My lord, we greet you, long live the Dark Lord!"

The two of them came to McGuffin, saluted in an exaggerated and funny way of bending over ninety degrees, shouting and performing.

It could be seen that they didn't take it seriously, which comforted McGuffin. After all, there were still people with brains in this school.

McGuffin sometimes really suspects that magic has the effect of reducing intelligence, and only the two most mischievous Gryffindors regard this outrageous rumor as a bunch of bullshit.

It is human nature to gloat.

If there's any other consolation in this, it's the misfortune of other people, like Harry, who's not much better, being viewed as if he's a cherished animal, and Malfoy Draco, who started the rumors in the first place - brought it on himself.

"Have you heard? That Malfoy of the Decora family was taught a lesson by a little Muggle-born wizard."

"What a waste!"

"The Malfoy family has also begun to decline, and they actually let a mudblood sit on their heads."

This is the Slytherin version.

"Hey, do you know? The Dark Lord's heir took the place of Mysterious Man and beat that Malfoy's Draco."

"Really? Aren't they the same kind of people?"

"It's so stupid, that's why you want to teach the mysterious people a lesson for those Death Eater families who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and have not been imprisoned in A Ci Kaban!"

This is the Hufflepuff version.

"Ignore the rivalry between idiots and savages!"

This is Ravenclaw.

As for Gryffindor, it is undoubtedly more straightforward.

"That Malfoy in Slytherin was directly hung up and stripped naked...hahaha."

"Hey! Who did this?"

"That's not important! Anyway, this matter is enough for us to have fun for a while."

These rumors made Malfoy's face hard and livid every day.

Malfoy gritted his teeth at the sight of McGuffin, and almost pulled out his wand and cast the Unforgivable Curse on him.

But McGuffin didn't take it seriously, what he longed for, what he wanted was not the slapstick of these brats.

Without these human relations, it is more in line with his own ideas.

Soon, McGuffin entered the Hogwarts study life at his own pace. Among the several courses, his favorite was the Transfiguration class.

In his opinion, there is nothing more straightforward than the transformation of something into another, from the structure and the substance.

It is naturally mixed with a little bit of his little hobbies - it would be even better if he could recreate his figures through magic and become like those moving wizard chess pieces.

Thinking of those exquisite hand-made young ladies in my previous life——it sucks, it's so thin.

The Transfiguration class was on Tuesday afternoon, and McGuffin came to the Transfiguration classroom early.

At this time, there was no one in the Transfiguration class, not even a 'cat'.

McGuffin tried to start practicing according to the teachings in the book "Elementary Transformation Guide".

According to the book, the larger the object, the more complex the structure of the change between the two objects, the more magic power will be used; the greater the difference, the more magic power will be used, and the greater the difficulty of casting spells.

The textbook recommends that the first spell cast by little wizards is generally the magic of 'turning matches into needles', which has a similar shape and structure and does not consume a lot of magic power.

Casting this magic is generally divided into three simple steps.

1. Put the matches in front of you and draw a picture in your mind.

2. Replace the appearance of a match with a needle in your mind.In this process, we must continue to refine, the more realistic the better.

3. Say the correct spell aloud, wave the wand (correct gesture), and the magic will flow from the wand.

The match just—turned into a needle.

During the summer vacation, when McGuffin was oppressed by Emily, he started to try, but the steps were completely correct, but he didn't know what was going on, all the steps were correct, but he couldn't turn into a needle.In other words, when it was about to turn into a needle, I didn't know what happened, and it turned back into a match again.

'Akus, Akus,...'

McGuffin was a little annoyed and pointed his wand at the match, but all he got was the match puffed out black smoke again and started to burn.

"Mr. MacGuffin, do you really want this match to be a needle?"

"Nonsense, otherwise, what am I doing here for half a day!" McGuffin, who was full of anger, choked back angrily.

Then he froze, isn't he the only one in the classroom?
Look back.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall was frowning at himself.

"Professor...I...didn't know it was you?" McGuffin stammered, and immediately poured a basin of cold water. He remembered the misfortune that Professor McGonagall suffered in his own home.

Now there are only the two of them in the classroom—they won't be avenged by the public.

He was a little scared.

"Put your little thoughts away! Focus on the spell in front of you, and think about what went wrong with yourself." Professor McGonagall looked serious, as if he had seen through McGuffin's mind. "Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell in the Hogwarts curriculum. Any small problem will lead to the worst consequences. I want you to remember that you must concentrate when learning to cast Transfiguration!"

"Focus and remember to visualize the needle."

"Got it, got it!" McGuffin responded hastily, and then took this opportunity to ask a question that had troubled him for a long time. "Professor, do you know what my problem is? Why do I always return to the original state and become a match at the last moment?"

"Do you really desire from the bottom of your heart, is this match turned into a needle?" Professor McGonagall asked McGuffin's question again.

"Of course, isn't this nonsense?" McGuffin lowered his head and rolled his eyes.

"Professor McGonagall, I hope to successfully cast this magic." He said with great certainty.

"No, you don't desire matches to turn into needles from the bottom of your heart, and you don't really believe that matches will turn into needles." Professor McGonagall took out his wand and swung the match in front of him into a needle, a ring, a note, a flying insect, ... constantly changing shapes.

This - so simple and fast, so smooth and beautiful, it's almost art! !
McGuffin was dumbfounded.

Finally, as Professor McGonagall put down his wand, he returned to the match.

"Think about it, do you really want the match to turn into a needle? Or do you just want the magic to work? The two are different."

"Think about it, MacGuffin."

There was the noise of little wizards playing outside the classroom. After Professor McGonagall walked to the podium, he instantly turned into a tabby cat and jumped onto the table.

——Desire from the bottom of my heart, believe.

"Akus."

The match turned into a needle, and before the corners of McGuffin's mouth rose, it immediately turned back into a match two seconds later.

——Easy to say, what should I do?
McGuffin was thinking hard and was very frantic.

(End of this chapter)