I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

Today, the first grade Ravenclaws only have this History of Magic class in the morning. As the bell rings for this class, it also announces the end of all morning classes.

Ian saw that it was still early and did not intend to return to the dormitory for a lunch break, so he chose to stay in the library.

He also wanted to try to find out if there was any magic that could quickly and completely kill the parasite besides the Fire Curse and the Death Curse.

After all, he will spend nearly half of his future life living in that world.

And it just so happens that I can complete the History of Magic homework that Professor Binns just assigned.

…

Walking through the lively corridors, we came to the quiet library.

There was already a familiar figure in the seat where Ian often sat.

The table was piled with all kinds of books, so that he could only see past the books and see a small head with fluffy brown hair on top.

There is no doubt that it is Miss Beaver, Ian's old partner in the library.

Seeing that the other party was busy writing at the moment, he did not choose to disturb him, but turned around to select the relevant books he needed.

When Ian returned to his position holding a few selected books, he saw the little head raised on the opposite side.

After the two of them smiled at each other, they went about their own business. This was the way they agreed to greet each other in the library, so as not to be targeted by Mrs. Pince and be kicked out of the library.

The two of them maintained this quiet and tacit understanding for a long time, until almost noon.

During this period of more than two hours, the two of them did not say a word. There was only the sound of books being flipped through and the sound of quills rubbing against parchment.

Seeing that it was already lunch time in the Great Hall, Hermione still worked hard.

Ian couldn't help but knock the table lightly, and then pointed to his pocket watch to signal the other party to pay attention to the time.

Hermione also nodded obediently, indicating that she understood. Quickly clearing the table covered with parchment.

…

When the two walked out of the library hall, Hermione seemed to have unsealed the restraint of silence on herself and started chattering non-stop.

Most of them were still talking about the various experiences they encountered in yesterday's flying lesson, as well as their recklessness and impulsiveness towards the savior, and Slytherin's arrogance and badness.

Of course, she didn't forget to scold Professor McGonagall, because Professor McGonagall used this to make Harry the Gryffindor Seeker, which she thought was a very immature decision.

Ian is also happy to hear this kind of narrative. After all, it is different from movies and books. It is told from the perspective of the person involved, so it is more vivid and interesting.

"It seems that the savior is a blessing in disguise, becoming the youngest Seeker of Gryffindor in one fell swoop."

Ian also expressed his opinions from time to time.

"Even so, that's not the reason for him to make a mistake. The professor obviously told everyone to wait quietly for her to come back.

And you have no idea how high Harry and Malfoy were flying, it would have killed them. "

Hermione's tone was obviously dissatisfied because Ian did not stand on the same side as her and did not work together to combat Harry's violations.

After realizing this, Ian suddenly felt a little funny.

He soon changed his tone to coax his daughter, and then severely scolded those students who didn't listen to the professor's words, only then did he satisfy the other party.

"Hermione, what class do you have this afternoon?"

"There is only one spells class, and then there is an astronomy class in the evening. It is unimaginable that wizards study astronomy just for divination..."

The two of them chatted like this while walking to the auditorium to have lunch.

Ian still enjoys such an episode in life. It is not only the happiness of a dream coming true, but also the fulfillment of his thirty-year childhood dream.

After a simple lunch, the two went their separate ways. After all, the time at noon was quite tight.

…

After the meal, Ian returned to his dormitory and took a short lunch break to recharge his batteries, because the next Transfiguration class was one of Ian's favorite classes.

The reason is that only this course can allow him to experience the power of the wizard's mind, which is the so-called-'As long as I want it, I can do it'

The power of the mind to distort reality is fully reflected in the art of transfiguration, and it can even be said that it is reflected vividly.

Afternoon, Transfiguration Classroom. At this time, Professor McGonagall was still standing on the podium with a straight face and meticulousness, imparting magical knowledge to the young wizards.

The group of teenage students below were silent, attending class quietly like good babies.

The classroom atmosphere at this time was in sharp contrast to Professor Binns' class in the morning.

When it comes to which teacher in Hogwarts can control the situation, Professor McGonagall must be on the list, even Snape is sometimes inferior.

Looking at the figure on the podium, Ian was still full of respect for the professor who led him to Hogwarts.

Opening the "Elementary Transformation Guide", today's learning content is still about the transformation of dead objects. In the first half of the class, Professor McGonagall still talked about the theory of transformation.

It’s just that today’s content involves changing the size of deformed objects, turning a button into an apple.

As the volume of the transformation increases, the difficulty also doubles. This is undoubtedly a severe test for the young wizards.

As expected, the little wizards lived up to expectations. Looking at the strange and colorful apples, even Professor McGonagall, who had a strong heart, couldn't help but twitching his eyes at this moment.

"Mr. Titus?" Professor McGonagall frowned slightly as she looked at Ian, who was looking around wildly and looking like he was watching a show.

She was quite impressed by the boy she brought into Hogwarts. After all, beautiful and polite children always make people happy.

"Um, Professor, what can I do for you?"

This sudden roll call interrupted Ian from looking around. He quickly recovered and looked at Professor McGonagall with some confusion.

"Everyone is practicing transfiguration, why don't you give it a try?"

Perhaps seeing something unbearable, Professor McGonagall temporarily looked past Ian and looked at a Hufflepuff girl behind him, and said sternly:

"Miss Susan Bones, if I were you, I would concentrate before reciting the spell instead of secretly looking at other male classmates."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she did not continue to pay attention to the red-faced girl behind her, but continued to look at Ian, preparing to watch him cast a spell.

"Ahem!" Ian cleared his throat, raised his wand and pointed it at the delicate buttons on the table, while reading: "Vera verto."

In an instant, the button changed rapidly and suddenly turned into a red oval apple.

The apples are full of fragrance and attractive in color. Just looking at them makes people very appetizing.

"Very good, everyone, look, Mr. Titus succeeded. Ravenclaw adds three points."

Professor McGonagall raised the apple in her hand so that the other little wizards could see it more clearly.

Ian was a little embarrassed, which was rare. He always felt a little inexplicable shame when an adult with a mental age of thirty was allowed to pretend among a group of brats.

Professor McGonagall seemed not to let Ian go, and continued:

"Mr. Titus, maybe you can tell me what you think."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little wizards around him immediately put down their wands and pricked their ears obediently, as if they were afraid of missing any secret of success.

Faced with Professor McGonagall's invitation, Ian had no choice but to bite the bullet no matter how reluctant he was.

"Actually, in my understanding, there is no so-called skill in transfiguration. It is more of a manifestation of the power of the mind. The mind interferes with reality and then materializes it."

Ian paused deliberately, and then said:

"For example, just like this button, we imagine in our hearts that it is an apple. As long as I have enough faith, I don't even need to chant a spell or wave a magic wand, and it will turn into an apple."

After waiting for a while to allow the little wizard time to think, Ian continued:

"The so-called failure of transformation is just that doubts arise in the mind during the casting process. In our subconscious, we still think that it is just a button, so various unqualified transformation products appear..."

"...Finally, as long as we firmly believe, then any transformation technique will be successful once and for all."

After Ian calmly finished speaking the truest feeling in his heart, he bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall, and then slowly sat back down in his seat.

"Bah bang bang..." Professor McGonagall applauded with a look of relief and said:

"It's very wonderful, very wonderful. It's unimaginable. Ian, you actually have such a deep understanding of the art of transformation. Many adult wizards don't have such thoughts. This is very rare."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Professor McGonagall immediately said to the little wizards around him:

"What are you waiting for? Strengthen your beliefs, concentrate, and continue to practice. Ravenclaw added three points, a wonderful answer. Thank you Mr. Titus for your generous sharing."

There is always no shortage of smart wizards in Ravenclaw. With the help of Ian's key points, in the second half of the class, the little wizards completed the transfiguration one after another as required.

…

"Ian, wait a minute."

Just as he was packing his things and preparing to leave, he heard Professor McGonagall's call and couldn't help but stop and turned to look at him.

"Professor, what's wrong?"

Faced with Ian's doubts, Professor McGonagall also went straight to the point and quickly expressed his thoughts:

"You are very talented in the art of transformation. What's even more rare is that you study hard. I have seen too many students who were once very talented, but most of them wasted their talents in the end."

Professor McGonagall paused and then said:

"I hope you can continue to persevere. These are the notes I have used. It should be helpful to you and allow you to make up for the previous courses as soon as possible."

"By the way, you don't have to write any homework for Transfiguration class in the future. With your current level, those homeworks are just a waste of your time."

Looking at the slightly yellowed notes in his hand, Ian was very emotional and even more grateful that he could meet such a responsible professor.

"This... is so precious. Thank you very much, Professor McGonagall. I will use it properly."

Professor McGonagall didn't say anything more, just nodded with a smile.

Ian also bowed slightly and left the Transfiguration classroom.

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