Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

As the chalk on the blackboard continued to slide, it was completely engulfed in flames.

White held off on expressing his opinion.

At a glance, the first-year Slytherin wizard’s eyes were already filled with mosquito coil spirals.

Brother, what are you talking about?

Why do I feel that the gap between people is greater than the gap between people and dogs?

Did you really take only one Transfiguration class like the rest of us?

【Ding, Draco’s emotional breakdown is detected, free points +5 (emotional feedback)】

【Ding, Vincent Crabbe’s emotional breakdown was detected, free points +5 (emotional feedback)】

【Ding, Pansy is detected to be extremely excited, free points +10 (emotional feedback)】

【Ding, Dumbledore’s emotional appreciation is detected, free points +1 (emotional feedback)】

【Ding……】

White watched with joy as the number of free points on the board kept leaping to new highs.

After this class, I not only gained nearly 150 points from the nearly thirty little wizards who were sitting and listening to the class.

There are also those senior wizards standing in the corridor who have seventy or eighty points, and a few professors have more than thirty points.

After a wave of crazy harvesting, White now has random data on his panel that far exceeds the power of a single person.

Alas, it’s still not enough.

White looked anxiously at the long list of various skills that had been pulled down from his skill panel.

These more than a thousand free points are just a drop in the bucket.

White looked at the little wizard in front of him who still didn’t react with some disappointment. If only there were several times more people here…

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, and both saw a hint of disbelief in each other’s eyes.

White’s small lecture today, with a slight modification of the wording, would be more than enough to be published directly in”Transfiguration Today”.

Is this genius?

Mag was a little dumbfounded.

I also teach a trader here. I just briefly taught White how to turn a match into a needle. White has already deduced such a theoretical point of view with a certain system.

Professor McGonagall even began to doubt whether his position could last until White graduated from his first year without being replaced by White.

The professors who were planning to watch the fun looked particularly excited at this moment. ah?

Freshman?

Is this a freshman?

“Professor Snape, are all first-year students in your college at this level?”

Professor Snape had a sullen face. Although he is not a person who has great experience in transfiguration like Minerva McGonagall and Dumbledore, he is not a fool.

The concepts of casting spells mentioned by White, he I had already tried it secretly when I listened to it.

It was completely reasonable!

However, Snape remembered Freeway’s previous violent remarks about Slytherin.

“snort.” He snorted coldly and refused to speak.

The more Snape looked at White, the more familiar he felt.

Ah, he has a certain talent, but he is not a pure-blood in Slytherin, and he has a Gryffindor friend of the opposite sex. Isn’t this what he is? The epitome of Nap and Lily?

Lock it up, lock it up!

As long as White doesn’t touch that damn black magic, Snape secretly makes up his mind to save White, he, Severus Snape, will save him.

“I’ve finished talking. You can try what I just said.”

“Now let’s teach it to my teaching assistant, Mr. Filch.”

Filch, as a squib, doesn’t know how to transform at all. Although what White said is very attractive to him, he can’t understand it. Among the people present at this moment, he is the most sober except White.

Seeing White, he waved to him Filch didn’t say much, and walked up to the first-year Slytherin wizards one by one, carrying a bag of matches.

According to White, his goal for the rest of the class was simple. One, forcing these little wizards below to successfully turn matches into needles

“Bang!”

At some point, Filch walked onto the podium wearing formal clothes that he had never worn before. He pulled out a long leather whip from his sleeve and whipped it hard on the ground.

“Bang!”

There was another sound of a whip hitting the ground.

An obvious white mark appeared on the floor of the Slytherin common room, which made Draco, who was so close, unable to close his mouth in fear.

“Come on, don’t do it yet. Do you want to try the power of my whip?”

Filch roared angrily, his face that could scare people to death, coupled with this unique skill that has never been missed before, frightened the little wizards present and wished they could grow eight brains to understand what White just said.

Seeing the behavior of the little wizard present, Filch nodded with satisfaction.

He had been longing for Dumbledore to resume corporal punishment, but secretly he was practicing physical magic every night when he couldn’t practice magic..

Now it finally comes in handy, doesn’t it?

【Ding, Draco’s emotional breakdown is detected, free points +5 (emotional feedback)】

【Ding……】

White smiled and looked at the seventy or eighty free points on the panel, and nodded with satisfaction.

Under the heavy pressure, Draco no longer dared to chop firewood. He thought seriously about White’s teachings and subconsciously waved his stick rhythmically.

Not only Draco, but also Daphne did not dare to talk or laugh with the witch next to her.

Professor McGonagall noticed everyone’s behavior.

She is indeed much more serious than when she taught before.

“No, no, no, I, I, my matches have changed.”

Draco raised the match in his hand and shouted in the direction of Professor McGonagall.

“Professor McGonagall, I have changed, I have changed, can I not take the improvement class?”

After Draco finished speaking, he cast a hopeful look at Professor McGonagall.

Professor, Lao Lao.

Of course Professor McGonagall could see the match half turned into a needle in Draco’s hand.

“It hasn’t worked yet, Draco.”

Professor McGonagall’s voice did not sound, and White’s devilish words were already echoing in Draco’s ears.

“Draco Malfoy, are you going to break the rules in the classroom?”

Filch grinned and rolled up the whip in his hand.

“Don’t come over, don’t come over, I’ll go on, I’ll go on.”

Malfoy kept waving his wand without saying a word.

Is it really useful?

Dumbledore remained silent and his heart was filled with confusion.

What White said before coming rang in his ears again.

“Is this what you call a burdensome attitude, dragging them along with you?”

Dumbledore looked sad.

“Although it is a bit early to draw conclusions now, it is indeed better than Little Tom.”

Dumbledore caught a glimpse of Quirrell with his back to White again.

“Much better.”

Dumbledore added.

“He is also much stronger than me.”