The Wizard's Marvel Journey

The Transfiguration course was taught by Gilbert Fontana, the principal of Ilvermorny College. It can be seen that Transfiguration should not be that kind of useless magic.

Look at the heads of other wizarding schools.

What Hogwarts, Hogwarts and Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was also a professor of Transfiguration.

This is probably the only thing that Rohr hopes for in Transfiguration.

Of course, it would be better if everyone didn't pay attention to his bald head.

Rolle was not late for the afternoon Transfiguration class. In fact, the three of them didn't even return to the public room. After all, Rolle and Emma's degrees were so high that it was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Early, under Emma's urging, the three of them arrived at the battlefield early and chose a corner to get up quietly.

The Transfiguration class was more open, perhaps because of the professor's style. As soon as he opened the door, Rohr felt like he had entered a Greek garden.

The stone corridor formed a square, and one semicircular arch after another became their seats, and the stone pillars were covered with unknown ivy.

Willow branches hang down and weave into the shape of a rattan table. The unknown floral fragrance emanates from the vines, making people feel calm.

"I like this classroom." Emma said hesitantly, looking at Rolle and Claire who were sitting side by side, hesitating whether she should sit over.

In the end, Emma chose to sit down. After all, the three of them were familiar with each other after passing by this place. If she sat in another seat, maybe something would happen to her.

"I'm warning you, if you're going to do magic, go to the back."

Emma pointed to the corner, the threat obvious.

Rohr understood this. Of course, this was not about succumbing to the magic wand pointed at the tip of his nose. Rohr simply liked the way the corner looked.

Right, that is it!

They came very early, in fact, everyone would arrive five minutes before class, so it was difficult for the three of them to relax.

After all, it doesn't feel good to be pointed at, especially if it's something embarrassing.

At some point, the door to the Transfiguration classroom opened, revealing a man in black wizard robes...

Well, it was Professor Albert who came to class half an hour before class.

For a moment, the talking stopped, and the four people looked at each other, feeling as if they had done something wrong.

"Hello, Mr. Principal." Rohr secretly pulled Emma and Claire, and stood up to say hello to Gilbert.

"I didn't expect you guys to be so active." Gilbert smiled slightly. He remembered this boy as very interesting.

This was something that had never happened before in Ilvermorny since the school was founded. A boy was rejected by all the colleges.

"But... Mr. Claude, you and Miss Wilson are..."

"What is it?"

"I mean, our college is not opposed to free interaction, but the way you interact is a bit..." Gilbert pointed at his head with his finger.

Luo's heart suddenly twitched.

Damn it, my heart hurts so much.

And if Emma were painted in a post-modern style, I believe Emma’s head would have filled the screen right now.

"Shame is worth 10!"

"Anger is worth 10!"

"Shame is worth 10!"

"Anger is worth 10086!"

……

And so on.

"Please don't get me wrong, Principal Albert, we just...had some accidents." Emma gritted her teeth, feeling as if she was going to eat someone alive.

"Yes...yes..." Luo Er felt a pain in his ribs, "This is just a small accident."

"It looks like you had a great time this morning." Gilbert narrowed his eyes, and Claire's twitching shoulders proved that this angelic girl was not calm either.

"Which of your eyes is so happy to see us!" Luo Er's heart was almost twisted, but on the outside he was still smiling, but it was a bit uglier.

"Nice to meet you three. If possible, maybe we can play a little game." Gilbert said with a smile, looking at the three people who were trying to hide themselves behind the vine desk.

"what?"

"Some common games can better reflect the magic of this course. Are you ready?"

"us……"

When Rohr wanted to speak, he found that Gilbert's wand was already pointed at the three of them.

With a flash of light, Luo Er felt that his perspective had changed. To be precise, he fell to the ground?

on the ground?

Rohr was a little uncomfortable with it. He wanted to touch his face with his hand, but what was this involuntary lowering of his head?

Can people turn their heads degrees?

Also, when did the pigeon next to me come here? Are there pigeons in the Transfiguration classroom?

"Cuckoo?"

"Cuckoo?"

Yes, the three of them have now turned into pigeons. From the perspective of observing from both sides at the same time, Rohr knew the bad taste of this old guy.

"Maybe you can experience what it's like to fly."

Egilbert said that under Rohr's gaze, Egilbert also turned into the appearance of a dove.

Shocked, Principal Ilvermorny's Animagus is such a weakling!

This might make the headlines of the Daily Bugle, and by extension, Gilbert's heroic deeds.

For example, in a battle with a werewolf, a gray dove landed on the werewolf's head and hit the ferocious werewolf on the head with its sharp beak.

Secret technique, the technique of the woodpecker.

Just thinking about it makes me very emotional.

Rolle also tried to fly, but in fact, as a person, even if the form is changed by the transformation spell, it is troublesome to learn biological instincts.

Rohr staggered, his two slender claws scratching on the ground, his wings suddenly flapped, his body soared into the air, and then he completely lost his balance at a height of one meter.

Yes, Rohr felt like a country chicken at the moment. Fortunately, he had another country chicken accompanying him.

It seems that it should be Emma. After all, the gloss on the top of Emma's head is high enough and the feathers look like they have been waxed. Claire, on the other hand, flew up the vine early and is watching the two of them, her body still twitching slightly. It's like stepping on a high voltage line.

……

By the time Rolle learned to fly, people were already opening the door and walking in one after another, and Emma was also a smart little witch. She flew up five minutes earlier than Rolle.

However, Rohr couldn't control that much. He finally got up and flew around a few times, and then led by him, Claire and Emma also joined the battle. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused. On these three short-sighted pigeons.

"We might be able to fight them off."