Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Observe, imagine, release, transform, and firm. These are the five steps of Transfiguration."

"You have to have a strong control over your magic power, you have to believe it firmly, don't hesitate, don't let your rambunctious little brains interfere with it."

"Miss Brown, as I said, watch carefully!"

"Very good, very good, everyone can see that the matches of Mr. Prewett and Miss Granger have changed, and Gryffindor will add 20 points."

In the spacious Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall raised her hands and showed the two needles in her hand to the little wizards present, but in the eyes of other students, they were more like two wooden thorns.

This was their first transfiguration class, and after taking a lot of complicated notes on the Beginner Transfiguration Guide, Professor McGonagall handed each of them a match to try and make them into one. Needle.

This transformation spell, which turns one dead object into another, is just the most elementary stage of the transformation spell, but it is still very difficult for young wizards.

From Clark's point of view, the metamorphosis in the Harry Potter world, called "transfiguration", should actually be called "distortion".

As long as I believe and think about it, this matter can come as I think. I say it's a needle, this is a needle, it looks like a needle, and it feels sharp, can you say it's not a needle?

Under the action of the idealistic power of chaos magic, the wizard twists one thing into another. As for the conversion of matter, the loss and increase of mass, the change of physical properties, and even some logical thinking, there is no need consider.

It all depends on whether the wizard's thoughts are strong, whether they believe in their hearts, whether their magic power is strong.

"It's magic!"

Clark is very interested in this kind of magic, which reminds him of the "observer effect" in quantum mechanics.

Like chaotic magic, quantum mechanics is also chaotic and disordered, and a wizard with chaotic magic is a strong observer, who sees what he thinks.

Compared with the weak willpower of other little wizards, Clark, who has the blessing of the [Concentration] skill, used the transformation spell very smoothly.

First observe the needle, then imagine it in my mind, then release the chaotic magic, wrap the match, and penetrate into it, while waving the wand and chanting the spell, I silently tell myself, "This is a needle! This is a needle! "

The magic power is combined with the will, and the rest is left to God's will. After all, the magic power of chaos, there are always unexpected times.

Clark cast the transformation spell for the first time, and the effect was very good. At least halfway through, he successfully turned the match into a wooden needle, and Hermione's needle had a little red match head at the end.

However, the short ones are taller, and they are already better than most of their classmates.

Like Seamus, he managed to light a dozen matches, while Harry magnified the matches several times. As for Ron, in front of him was a strange stick twisted like a branch.

It's a pity that not all courses can make him specialize like Transfiguration and Charms, and not all teachers like Clark that much.

"Clang!"

In the cold and damp basement, the door was pushed open with force, slammed heavily on the wall, then bounced back, and plugged the latch honestly.

A teacher with dark and greasy hair, hooked nose, and sallow skin, like a bat with outstretched wings, with a black cloak and a stern face, strode to the podium.

"In my class, you are not allowed to wave your wand or recite magic spells without permission! Otherwise, you may taste some special drinks."

Standing on the podium, he raised his eyes and glanced around the classroom. He looked at the whole class. His indifferent and empty eyes reminded you of two dark tunnels.

"I'm your potions teacher, Professor Snape. You are here to learn the profound magic of potions and the exquisite craftsmanship."

Snape's voice was almost a little higher than a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said, and like Professor McGonagall, he had the deterrent power of keeping the classroom in order with ease.

"Actually, many of you won't believe it's magic, since there's very little need for silly wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate that simmering cauldron with white smoke and wafts of smoke. The beauty of the fragrance."

He looked at Draco Malfoy who was sitting in the back row. Today's class was Gryffindor and Slytherin together, so he was also there.

"But to the few top students, those who really have the intention, I can teach you how to enchant the mind, how to trap the senses. I'll teach you how to increase prestige, brew honor, and even prevent death, but There has to be one, that you are not the idiots I often encounter."

After he finished his fascinating opening remarks, the UU reading www.uukanshu.com class fell silent. Clark raised his eyebrows, and Hermione Granger almost moved to the edge of the chair, leaning forward, as if eager to prove he wasn't a fool.

But Snape just cast his icy eyes on Harry Potter, and said sarcastically: "By the way, maybe some of you came to Hogwarts with extraordinary abilities and enough self-confidence, I think it's okay to not concentrate on my class."

At this time, Harry was still lowering his head to take notes, and Clark hurriedly touched him with his elbow. When he looked up, he saw Professor Snape staring at him like a poisonous snake, spitting stench of venom from his mouth.

"Mr. Potter, a celebrity of our generation, tell me, what will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

What grass root powder is put into what solution?

Harry looked suspiciously at Ron on the right, and Ron was as stunned as he was; he looked at Clark on the left again, the "incarnation of knowledge" was looking down at the book in front of him, as if thinking about Flowers could be seen in it; only Hermione beside Clark, arms raised high in the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

Hermione tried her best to hold her hands as high as possible without leaving her seat, but Harry had no idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, even though all three of them were shaking with laughter.

"I don't know, sir."

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