Spell Players at Hogwarts

"If you're not mistaken, I don't think there's any magic left in a bunch of scattered structures."

In the Transfiguration Club, looking at the unexplained black and gray on the ground, Lynch looked a little annoyed.

So, even the magic power reserve that can form the Obscurus cannot support the simplest transformation?

After all, I just want to restore the most basic wooden structure of the book. Maybe this requires a complete modeling?

Sure enough, the birth of the computer was not accidental. The human brain simply cannot support such a huge computing load. As for saying that humans have no limits?

Brain development is destined to be a road with no end in sight.

After all... isn't this a science fiction novel?

"Damn it, did I spy something secret?"

Standing in the Transfiguration Club, a young wizard of a certain grade shivered inexplicably.

"Mr. Kristoff?"

"I'm fine, Professor McGonagall." Lynch shook his head quickly, feeling his physical weakness. Perhaps he should teach this method to all the little wizards who gave birth to the Obscurus?

Of course, if you apply too much force and get drained, there will always be some errors in the experiment.

"How did you do it?" Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed with surprise. For the old professor who had been immersed in the art of transfiguration for decades, everything that happened was magical.

"Actually, I don't know very well. I just completed the magic according to my understanding. Obviously, this is only half the success." Lynch said truthfully, "However, this is just what I used to confirm my previous thoughts. It’s just proof.”

"Perhaps, transfiguration is not that... difficult?" Lynch said hesitantly, "On the one hand, it is a basic change in the arrangement and structure of matter. There is no so-called reduction in this process, and on the other hand... it allows me Want to try it?"

"You still want to..."

"No, no, Professor McGonagall, it's not that dangerous. As you said, what we are discussing today is still Transfiguration and... Transformation Spell?"

Lynch paused, "In my opinion, although their results are similar, at the root, they are definitely two completely different magics."

As he spoke, Lynch glanced around and then quickly selected the target to cast the spell on.

"Well, maybe some spells are needed, but..."

"Change for me!"

Lynch pointed at Professor McGonagall's small blackboard and gently swung his wand. Then, in everyone's surprised eyes, the blackboard seemed to completely omit the process of change.

One second it was filled with words, and the next second, a majestic Siberian silver wolf stood in front of everyone, wagging its tail.

"Happy?" Flinda called out uncertainly, and then, the Siberian silver wolf with its mouth open and its tongue lolling, rushed towards Flinda's legs.

Just like the first time on the train, Happy arched his head, and then quickly got under Flinda's skirt.

As we all know, magic is the expression of a wizard's will. Based on this condition, Charlie thinks that he may soon have a younger brother and sister born in Slytherin?

Fortunately Lynch's last name is not Weasley!

Thanks Merlin!

"Ahem!" Lin Qi obviously noticed the strange looks from the people around him, so why did he transform into a Harpy?

Transform into a tabby cat...

"Ah this..." Professor McGonagall opened her mouth. She had never seen a little wizard who could complete the transformation from dead to living in the first grade.

Compared with the animals transformed by ordinary wizards, the one transformed by Lynch seems to be... more energetic?

"how did you do it?"

"Concept." Lynch thought for a moment, "In fact, he is still the blackboard. I just made you think he is Happy."

"Think he is?" Professor McGonagall paused, "Is it the influence of magic?"

"This should be the black box theory of magic. In fact, Muggles have done many interesting little experiments." Lynch said quickly, "They put the death row prisoners in a completely closed secret room and told He will be bled drop by drop."

"This is cruel." The older cat girl frowned, she didn't like such a metaphor.

"But in fact, they just gave the condemned prisoner an injection without even a drop of blood being released. All the sounds of blood dripping were simulated by pure water."

"Of course, the condemned prisoner died when he thought his blood was about to run out, but in fact, except for the initial injection, his blood never even left his body."

Lynch paused, "Maybe this is inappropriate, maybe the cause of his death was due to fear, anxiety and other factors, but through magic, I feel that it is the death row prisoner's cognition that is constantly telling him that he is going to die. .”

"So, since Muggle consciousness can cause physical harm, then through magic, this kind of information will be infinitely amplified."

"Actually, I have not modified your perception, but the information in the world on this blackboard has been tampered with, so it looks like a real Siberian snow...husky."

Professor McGonagall was suspicious and picked up Happy with his wand, and Happy was furiously attacking Professor McGonagall like a real dog.

"Maybe this is more suitable for you." Lynch waved his magic wand, and Happy's figure disappeared, replaced by a soft and cute puppet.

"I need time, Mr. Kristoff." Professor McGonagall held the puppet in her arms and carefully stroked every inch of the kitten's skin with her hands.

"In fact, according to traditional spellcasting, this is also something that can be done."

"But this is very slow, and... very wasteful." Lynch paused, "Just like the basic law of transformation, according to traditional spell casting methods, concentrated transformation can never be applied to large-scale changes. After all, people are powerful poverty."

"But actually, as long as you master the trick..." Lynch waved his magic wand, and a meowing sound suddenly sounded in the Transfiguration Club, "Although it is not diverse, in terms of quantity, it is still easy for you."

Looking at the cats in the room, everyone was so surprised that they were speechless.

"They are all the same." Professor McGonagall looked at Lynch in surprise.

"That's right, after all, my spirit is not that decomposed, and multitasking is still something that I need to practice." Lynch nodded, "Unifying a large range of messy information is what I understand as the transformation technique. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang at the door.

"Sorry Professor McGonagall, I'm late."