Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Early the next morning, they came to the auditorium to have breakfast.

Draco quietly told Brian that he had been paying attention to the news in the Muggle world during the holidays.

"Their two world wars are indeed very unusual." Draco said, "I originally wanted to get some guns - that's what they are called, like wands that can only release magic bullets - to study them. , and cannons and so on. It’s a pity that you can’t do magic in the Muggle world, so I didn’t tell my father about it.”

"I heard that they also invented the atomic bomb, that's what they said. I also want to dismantle some to take a look, but that's a bit difficult." He smacked his lips and said, "Zongsi is really not a good thing."

"You should be glad you didn't get it." Brian blinked in disbelief.

"I know, Muggles said they used that thing to blow up several cities." Draco said, "But I think that's an exaggeration. Could it be that there are a hundred fire spells in it?"

"It's even more terrifying than that. It can blast your home into the sky in an instant." Brian said seriously.

"Well, that's interesting. I think my dad could turn it into a big bird and let it fly to Gringotts." Draco drawled. He hated those goblins, they were just as annoying as Scarhead Potter.

"Then it might blow up Diagon Alley." Brian mused. "I'm not sure whether using a disappearing spell on it will work."

This conversation continued until Draco saw Harry and Harry sitting safely on the Gryffindor table.

Brian shook his head. Fortunately, he knew that Draco was not capable of making a nuclear bomb yet. As for the future, maybe he can try to study what kind of flowers will bloom when science and magic are combined.

"I really don't know why Potter and the others are still here. Professor Snape should teach them a lesson." Draco said angrily, very dissatisfied that Potter and the others were not kicked out.

Daphne came over with a stack of textbooks in her arms and said, "Anyway, how could the school kick the hero out? He did amazing things last semester."

"Of course, riding a flying car to school... well, it's not that great..." Daphne added, her impression of this thing wasn't very good either.

"Oh, what else does Potter like more than being in the limelight!" Draco said in a mocking tone.

Brian checked the books in his hands. He tucked Tom's diary into the Transfiguration textbook.

At this time, hundreds of owls poured into the auditorium and dropped letters among the crowd.

A huge sound exploded in the auditorium, shaking the dust from the ceiling.

"I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fired you for stealing a car... You never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out the car was gone... You and Harry almost lost their lives..."

The entire Great Hall was staring at the Gryffindor table. Ron hid himself under the table, only revealing his fiery red hair. Harry lowered his head like an eggplant beaten by frost.

After the roar finally stopped, Brian rubbed his ears that were numb from the shock and breathed a sigh of relief.

Draco laughed so hard on the side: "Weasley received a howler letter, which is really happy. Weasley might kick his father out of the Ministry of Magic, and then the whole family will have to go out to beg. There is nothing like this Better news.”

"The roaring letter... tsk tsk, that's too rude." Blaise said from the side. When there are many people, he always has a arrogant expression, as if he doesn't look down on anyone.

After breakfast, they left the auditorium and went to Transfiguration class.

In Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a beetle into a button. Brian completed this transformation easily, and Professor McGonagall gave Slytherin ten points with satisfaction.

In the following time, Brian opened the diary and chatted with Tom for a while.

"I'm in Slytherin house, which house are you in, Tom?"

"I was also in Slytherin House before. There is no doubt that this is the best house."

"Yes, it seems that you are still my senior. I am taking the Transfiguration class, but I have already mastered the current course. Tom, do you know how to turn an object into a living creature? I have never understood it. this."

"I guess you're stuck on the bringing it to life part?"

"Yeah, I can't figure out how to make it come alive."

"You can use Transfiguration to turn a living thing into a dead thing, and you can use Reduction to turn it back to its original shape. So how did it survive the transformation?"

"Well, this is indeed a problem." Brian pondered for a moment.

"In fact, when it comes to magic, especially transfiguration, you don't have to worry about whether it is alive or not. Life and death are the concepts you give them. In fact, you don't need to think so much. What you think it should be, it will be. Something like that. I think the ultimate meaning of magic is to make your wishes come true."

"The ultimate meaning of magic is that your wishes come true?" Brian repeated, thoughtfully.

"Yes, if you think about it, magic can change some things from life to death, and from death to life. It can distort time and space, and it can do things that Muggles say can only be done by gods."

"When we first awakened to magic, weren't we able to do many things easily? But as we grow up, this ability becomes gradually easier to control, but we also lose the ability to almost make everything we want come true. ”

Brian knew this. For example, in the original book, when Harry was not in school, he could easily make his hair grow longer overnight and make a piece of glass disappear. However, after he went to school, he could only use a wand and could not do it easily. Come to those things.

"So, in some magic, you can try to return yourself to the state of childhood and eliminate distracting thoughts and interference. This is sometimes more beneficial. I think that we study magic in order to finally master the kind of wish that comes true. Ability." Tom was like a qualified professor, imparting his insights.

Brian looked at the beetle-turned-button on his desk. He waved his wand gently and used the reduction spell to turn it back into a beetle. It was crawling all over the table.

"So, because I think it is still the original beetle after restoration and is alive, that's why it still has life?" Brian thought for a while and turned it into a button again.

He waited for ten minutes, until he felt that the beetle had no chance of surviving. With a flick of his wand, he released the transfiguration. The beetle lay on the table, dead.

"I thought it was dead, so it was really dead..." Brian mused.

He pointed the wand at his quill, and with a gentle wave, the quill turned into the same beetle. It was spinning around on the table.

"Successful!" Brian smiled happily, seeing that his level of transfiguration on the system had improved to the level of mastery.

"So, Tom is really a treasure." Brian looked at the diary with a tattered cover and pondered.

"Thank you, Tom, I succeeded! You are the best professor." Brian wrote on it.

The ink gradually disappeared and then combined into a sentence: "As a friend, I am glad that I helped you."

"I guess I made the mistake of blaming you. My name is Brian Foley, nice to meet you. If it's not too late."

"Of course it's not too late, I'm glad I met you." Tom wrote in beautiful cursive handwriting.

Seeing Draco sticking his head over, Brian closed the textbook naturally and tucked the diary inside.

"What are you writing?" Draco poked the beetle running around on the table with his wand.

"I'm taking notes." Brian smiled.

"I feel that your diary... looks a bit familiar." Draco whispered.

"Diaries don't all look like that." Brian said.

He decided to carry Tom's diary with him from now on. If someone stole it one day, Brian would be so upset that he would eat the table. That's stupid.

Draco was noncommittal. He waved his wand, turning the beetle on the table into a twisted mass of unknown objects.

In the following time, Brian used various gadgets to practice his newly learned transformation skills, and watched as the beetle transformed from the quill gradually returned to its original shape.

When class was about to end, Crabbe waved his wand impatiently, and finally his beetle exploded, spewing a large stream of foul-smelling green juice out of thin air, spraying all over the classroom.

Professor McGonagall wiped the juice splashed from the corners of her eyes angrily and deducted ten points from Slytherin.

"Cleaned up."

Brian was so sick that he almost vomited out his breakfast as he cleaned his clothes, books, and Tom's diary.

"Crabbe is such a nightmare." Draco shook the textbook in disgust and said with a dark face.