Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Clooney and Blake got up early in the morning. When she was awakened by the vibration function of the mechanical watch, the other roommates were still sleeping. She quietly got out of bed, planning to explore this strange castle first and prepare for the next class - there was no way she could not find the classroom, right? Blake is also ready to explore this new place, but he is not a little wizard with a limited vision. His vision is broader and wider. In short, this kitten does not seem to be exploring with Clooney. It is like a frequent visitor who lives in Hogwarts and sneaks away somewhere secretly.

After eating a hearty breakfast, Clooney walked around the castle with a large piece of parchment - she wanted to use a pen to draw a map of the distribution of classrooms in the entire tower. There were many moving portraits hanging on the edge of the corridor, but she didn't even notice them yesterday! Some portraits look like they want to stick their heads out of the frame to see what she is writing; some portraits greet her politely; some portraits stay in their own frames and read books intently. She also met the fat monk. The fat monk was sorry that she did not go to Hufflepuff, but "Slytherin is also very good, miss." The fat monk said.

After completing the basic markings, Clooney said goodbye to this kind ghost and quickly returned to the dormitory, but there was no one in the dormitory.

"Perhaps everyone is already familiar with the castle. Or they are still eating in the auditorium." Clooney thought. She thought that these children, most of whom came from wizarding families, might have already known the castle route of Hogwarts. "I Hopefully it’s the former, so I don’t have to worry about them getting lost.”

On the first day of school, there was only one class in the whole morning. By the time Clooney entered the Transfiguration classroom, most of the Slytherin students had already found their seats and were seated. The other half of the classroom was filled with a sparse group of Gryffindor students. She looked around to find her roommate. Wilson's blond hair was very eye-catching, and Clooney saw her immediately.

Wilson and Frey were sitting together, and next to them were two boys whom Clowney had never seen before. The seats were already full.

Clooney saw Wilson smile apologetically at her, and then turned his head.

The Slytherins were sitting together in small groups, and only Claudius seemed to be out of place. She felt like she had been thrown into a school of sardines and moray eels. Even if she wanted to join them, she was not at all the same kind of creature as they were - she was so out of place. Except for her, everyone is familiar with each other, or in other words, everyone has their own familiar people, so there is no need to meet new people. This frustrated her.

But after a while, her mood became clearer.

"Hey! Miss!" A familiar voice blasted in her ears, and Clooney put two hands on his shoulders, "Why don't you hurry up and take a seat!"

It's Fred and George!

Crowney's face flushed with joy.

"I really didn't expect that we would be in class together!" she said excitedly, "This makes me so happy!"

Immediately afterwards, she was pulled to a position on the left side near the podium by the twins. During this period, people greeted them from time to time.

"You are so popular!" Clooney said with envy, "This is only the first day, and you have already met so many people!"

"Everyone is very enthusiastic." Fred hugged Claudine, "George and I are still wondering why you didn't come to Gryffindor!"

Speaking of this matter, Clooney was a little unhappy. : She was looking forward to being with her friends so much - she never thought that she would be assigned to the same college as her old friends.

"But Slytherin is not bad!" George put his hand on her head, "We are still in class together! Right?"

Crowney smiled and nodded, then took George's hand off his head. As the time for class got closer and closer, more and more people came to the classroom. After a while, George and Fred were filled with Gryffindor classmates. These classmates Talking to them actively and happily.

But even in the noisy crowd, Clooney still felt that some eyes were always on her. When she turned her head, this feeling disappeared again. She could only see the Slytherin classmates who were talking with their heads lowered. Their voices were not loud at all, which was in sharp contrast to the noisy Gryffindors. Some classmates raised their heads and glanced at her, then quickly lowered their eyes and started talking softly to the classmates next to them.

"You are the one who has been sorted the longest." As soon as Fred stopped talking to the classmates around him, he immediately turned back and whispered to her, "The sorting hat sorted us before it even touched our heads. Got to the hospital."

"I remember." Crowney returned. She was now a little afraid that Fred would continue to ask in-depth questions, such as why the Sorting Hat took so long to sort the houses, and what the Sorting Hat said to her that didn't let her go to Gryffindor. "Maybe it's because I'm too nervous. "

"Maybe!" Fred said nonchalantly, "Maybe you are special! Maybe you are a very powerful witch!"

"Yes~ But I originally thought you would go to Ravenclaw." George winked at her, "After all, you are one of the few little wizards I know who has read the history of the school."

After a while, the noisy sound suddenly stopped for a moment, and then resumed the noise, but slowly, the sound disappeared-the teacher came. The Transfiguration class was taught by Professor McGonagall, who waved her wand and transformed the podium into a howling brown boar, quickly changing it back again before the boar was ready to escape. The students were very excited.

After that, she solemnly explained the precautions to be taken during class, and then the class began. The children were a little afraid of this stern-looking witch, and the whole class was quiet. Except for the occasional questions and the rustle of quills writing on paper, there was no other sound. Even George and Fred resisted the urge to talk. But after a while, the class became lively again.

The first half of the Transfiguration class is a theoretical class. Professor McGonagall mainly teaches the theoretical knowledge of Transfiguration, especially some basic professional knowledge that we will learn today. The second half of the class is a practical class. She hopes that these students can put the theory into practice. Apply it to practice.

Now, the professor asked them to try to turn a match into a needle.

"It's normal to be unsuccessful. Transfiguration requires constant hard work and practice, as well as a little talent." The professor said, "Success does not happen overnight. You need to take your time step by step."

What do needles look like? How can you turn a match into a needle? Clooney kept imagining what a needle looked like in his mind. The needle is very hard, very sharp, often difficult to bend, is usually made of iron, and is silver when not plated - most importantly, it has a perforated hole behind the tail of the needle. The needle my mother used was neither long nor short, almost the length of two fingers.

She waved her wand as she thought, feeling a strange sensation rise up in her.

The matches placed in front of her were slowly deforming on the table just like the wand she first got that she didn't like very much. The match gradually compressed into a long and thin piece of wood as if it had been squeezed, and then the surrounding wood flowed away and turned into a small hole.

Clooney waved the wand harder and imagined harder.

The silver began to spread from the middle of the toothpick-like wood, gradually moving around, and finally wrapped the wood. It looks like a needle.

"Wow!" Fred kept staring at Claudine's movements, "Did you succeed?"

George tapped his matchstick with his fingertips, then picked up the "needle" with his hand.

"I don't know," Crowney said. "Let me feel it first."

She picked up the needle, which no longer had the soft feel of wood, and gently broke it. She did not break it easily.

"This is amazing." She said, "What is the principle of this?"

Professor McGonagall had been standing aside for a long time, and then she said: "Miss Albert was the first to complete the transformation, ten points for Slytherin!"

She suspended the needle in the air and asked everyone to stare at the needle: "Think more carefully about the details of what you want to become, instead of abstractly trying to turn the object you want to become into a certain object. "

Then she laughed: "Miss Albert, you are very talented. You might want to consider studying this course more deeply."

"The match has turned into a needle, but its essence is still a match. It is difficult for a basic transformation spell to last for a long time. Depending on how much magic power you have attached to it, the time it can maintain its transformation is also different." Mag the professor replied. "But while the Transfiguration lasts, we define it as a needle, which has all the properties a needle needs to have."

Clooney nodded as if he understood, and wrote down this passage carefully.

"Thank you Professor."

Professor McGonagall nodded and continued to inspect the learning results of other people. Not long after, Fred and George also completed their transformation, but some of their needles still retained the black tips of the matches, and some still retained the tiny rows of wood grains on the matches. But because they finished quickly, they added eight points to Gryffindor.

Apart from them, there are not many other people who have completed the transformation technique. They can be counted with two palms. Some of them were Gryffindors, but more of them were Slytherins.

After a while, no one completed the transformation. The classmate sitting next to Fred and George was scratching his head and staring at the match. Clowney felt that he could even light the match just by looking at it.

"Hey! How did you do that!" he asked, "I didn't feel anything at all, and I can't imagine how a match could turn into a needle!"

"Maybe you~"

"Not focused enough!"

The twins replied one after the other.

"You have to think specifically about the image of the object you want to conjure, so that it can become what you want." Clooney said to the Gryffindor student.

"Okay, I'll try again. Thank you." The Gryffindor returned to waving his wand at the match.

But even so, until the end of get out of class, most of the matches on the desks were still intact, and only a few were shaped wood and silvery needle-like objects.