Chapter 13: Chapter 13

However, just after falling less than two meters, a staircase appeared out of thin air and caught Miranda.

Miranda looked up at Hoffa and said, "Jump!"

Hoffa cursed secretly, a school made by lunatics!

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the guardrail amid the sound of cursing in the oil painting. After falling two meters in the air, a moving staircase suddenly turned. He caught Hoffa, as if he was afraid that he would fall to his death.

Following Miranda, the two walked through the stairwell that changed in the air.

The height of the 7-story building was unexpectedly jumped down by the two of them.

As soon as she stepped on the ground, Miranda slammed open a wooden door with a moving wall.

In front of him, the corridor was constantly changing positions.

Those doors are like the turntables of the lottery draw, turning back and forth.

Miranda was decisive and pushed open one by one.

At the end of the corridor, there was a black iron door. Hoffa wanted to push the door in, but Miranda stopped him.

"Wait a minute."

Hoffa stood still.

Ten seconds later, a wall smashes through this wall, as if to say, hey, this is my place, buddy.

There is an oak door in this wall.

Miranda immediately pulled Hoffa into the door.

After the two disappeared through the door, this wall was unhappily knocked open by another wall.

After entering the door, the door is the classroom of the transformation class.

Round classrooms, round tables. A classroom full of children, and a tall auburn-haired man leaning casually against the edge of the podium.

When the children heard the noise, they all turned to look at the two people at the door in surprise.

Hoffa's heart sank, is he still late?

Dumbledore watched with interest the two who pushed the door in.

He glanced up at the clock and said with a smile: "Being three minutes late, according to the regulations, I should deduct three points from you. But today is the day when the stairs are off, so I will add three points to you. Now hurry up and find a seat to sit down." .”

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

The stairs are on holiday, and the stairs are still on holiday.

No wonder those guys were running around excitedly.

The four courtyards held classes together, and Dumbledore, who was very popular, was also in class. All the good seats near the podium in the classroom were full.

Miranda sat in the corner, and after she settled down, she waved to Hoffa, signaling him to sit beside her.

Hoffa was a little reluctant, because the corner she had chosen was already occupied by a silver-haired girl.

But the class had already started, and he couldn't be picky, so he had to bite the bullet and sit down.

Aglea glanced at Hoffa and Miranda, frowned and moved a centimeter to the right, showing her disgust for them.

The two Gryffindor boys on her right blushed and were too embarrassed to speak.

The conflicts among the little kids made Hoffa bored, so he took out his notes and listened carefully to the class.

In Hoffa's mind, becoming an Animagus is also one of the goals he must overcome.

If you can't become a favorite animal in the world of HP, then what's the difference between you and a salted fish? Of course, if you want to become an Animagus. He couldn't miss Dumbledore's Transfiguration class at all.

After everyone was seated, Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, cleared his throat, and tapped the desk next to him with his wand.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar from the desk.

"Roar!"

It suddenly changed from a four-legged table to a four-legged lion.

The students in the front row were taken aback and shrank back one after another.

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the pounced lion transformed into a tiny black and white badger in the air.

It arched its nose and sniffed back and forth a few times. Suddenly, the badger's two ribs sprouted wings, and amidst the exclamation of everyone, it turned into an eagle with extremely wide wingspan.

The eagle flew up, circled the classroom three times, and landed slowly.

As it fell, its legs fused and lengthened, and when it landed completely, it turned into an elegant spotted python, hissing and spitting out something.

The boa constrictor circled back to the lecture, and with a tap of Dumbledore's wand, the snake transformed back into the lecture table.

All the students were stunned, including Hoffa. In his previous life, he had seen cool magical special effects in countless movies, but he had never seen such a real and precise change before.

After Dumbledore became the principal, he rarely showed his accomplishments in transfiguration, so that no one knew that he was a real master of transfiguration.

Under the shocked eyes of the students, Dumbledore spoke slowly.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and demanding of all magic. How to change the structure of things without destroying its essence is an eternal topic of debate among wizards generation after generation."

Seeing that the students below were all listening carefully, Dumbledore waved his wand.

Suddenly, the curtains were drawn.

The light in the classroom dimmed, and several projection screens were suddenly hung around.

Dumbledore: "As the first transfiguration class, what I want to teach you first is not magic, but the most important quality of transfiguration—discretion."

Following the speech, black and white photos flashed on the curtain.

Hoffa's eyes widened. On the projection screen were terrifying monsters.

Dumbledore: "In Transfiguration, some wizards have gone further than most people. Every great transformation you can think of has been tried by all kinds of wizards. However, some wizards succeeded, and More wizards have failed in the process of seeking knowledge.

The reasons for failure, without exception, were all due to lack of caution. "

The black and white photos stopped.

Hoffa saw that on the photo was a hand-drawn drawing of a giant sphinx.

"In the second thousand years BC, the great shapeshifter of ancient Egypt, the Sphinx, reached the acme in the pursuit of transformation. Unfortunately, in the end, he still confused the difference between structure and essence, and in the process of transformation , turned himself into a half-man, half-lion monster, and lost his sanity."

The picture on the projection screen changes again.

A banshee with a human face and a bird body appeared with a painful expression.

Dumbledore: "1000 BC, the greatest witch in ancient Greece, the Siren. In the process of pursuing flying, she sacrificed her sanity and completely stripped her humanity, thus turning into a bird with a human face her descendants still roam the Greek peninsula in agony.”

The projection turned again into a hand-drawn half-man, half-bull.

Dumbledore: "In 13 AD, the famous wizard Minotaurus tried to turn into a bull in the process of duel with people, but unfortunately, his mind was dazzled by anger, so he could only be a man who was not a man or a man all his life. Cow creatures, living off their own vomit."

Following the calm words of the man on the podium, the faces of everyone in the classroom turned pale.

Hoffa did not expect that some monsters in myths and legends were actually real, and most of them were related to transfiguration.

When he read novels in his previous life, he only saw the fun of Animagus, but he didn't expect that there were so many dangerous stories behind the scenes.

After talking about more than a dozen cases of deformation failures in a row, the classroom was completely silent.

Suddenly, an arm was raised high.

Dumbledore nodded: "Tom, tell me."

Tom Riddle stood up slowly and asked respectfully: "Sir, what does it mean to change the structure without changing the essence. In my opinion, when the structure changes, the essence must also change."

"A very critical question, Tom." Dumbledore said lightly:

"Every shapeshifter has a different point of view on this issue, but in my opinion, the essence is your purpose and heart. Take the inner goal as the lighthouse, and be guided by fraternity and tolerance. Only then can you be in the complex transformation process. , keep yourself. Of course, this change is limited to the biological change of the Animagus."

Tom said politely, "Thank you, sir."

He sat down, and Hoffa couldn't read his expression clearly. When he read books in his previous life, he didn't know if Voldemort was an Animagus, but now it seems that Voldemort's strongest skill should be black magic, not transfiguration.

After explaining Tom Riddle's question, Dumbledore asked each student to take a small piece of wood on the stage, and asked the students to use their wands to change the wood into other shapes.

After taking down the wood, Hoffa saw the students take out their wands and began to knock on the wood continuously.

All of a sudden, colorful joyful lights shone in the classroom, and some students cast spells on the wood with wands in their hands.

Some of the wood burned with a bang, some of the wood turned into a pool of mud under the light of the wand, and some of the wood even grew two legs and ran away.

Dumbledore reminded the students loudly: "Be rational, don't be confused, and keep your goals in mind!"

But it's useless, a group of little wizards are together, and they don't know what to do.

The Ravenclaws and Slytherins were calmer, and the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were blowing the roof off.

The same was true of the two Gryffindor boys beside Aglaia. One of them stabbed the wood into a pig's head, and the other made the wood explode with a bang. Their faces were blackened and their hair stood up high.

Aglaia showed disgust and sarcasm, and she moved her position a little to the left.

Without a word, Miranda took out her wand and tapped the wood. The wood floated up, slowly deforming in the air.

Eventually, it turned into an owl-like thing, which was ugly, but barely an owl.

Miranda said to Hoffa: "This Dumbledore will reward me with at least five points."

"Ridiculous." It was Aglaia who answered her.

She crossed her arms and sneered, "Are you satisfied with turning out that kind of rubbish?"

Miranda looked at Aglaia gently and politely, as if to say, you do what you want!

The silver-haired girl proudly took out a magic wand gleaming with silver light, and pointed to the wood in front of her.

Then, under Hoffa's shocked gaze, her wood slowly began to grow and spread on the table, turning into a beautiful tree-like sculpture. The carving is lifelike, even with very small leaves. The lines on the leaves can be seen.

After the change was complete, she put away her wand and looked at Miranda with a sneer.

Miranda looked at the other party's tree sculpture, and then at her own owl. She shrugged, "You are amazing."

She didn't argue with Aglaya, or even get angry.

Hoffa admired Miranda a little, and he wouldn't be angry if he was bullied like this. If it was him, I'm afraid...

Aglaia said to Miranda, "But you're not bad, some people don't even try."

As she spoke, she held her head up, staring at Hoffa from the corner of her eye.

She wanted to see this arrogant and indifferent boy make a fool of himself.