Reflections on Chapter 34, Transformation Lesson

Reflections on Chapter 34, Transformation Lesson

This is the only History of Magic class for first-year Ravenclaws this morning. As the bell rang, it signaled the end of all morning classes.

Seeing that it was still early, Ian decided not to go back to his dorm for a nap and instead stayed in the library.

He also wanted to try to find out if there was any magic other than Fiendish Flame Curse and Killing Curse that could quickly and completely kill the parasite.

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

And it also allows me to finish the history of magic assignment that Professor Binns just gave me.

……

After passing through the bustling corridor, we arrived at the quiet library.

A familiar figure has appeared in the seat that Ian usually sits in.

The table was piled high with all kinds of books, so much so that he could only see a small head with a head of fluffy brown hair by looking through the books.

Without a doubt, it was Ian's old partner from the library—Miss Beaver.

Seeing that the other person was writing furiously, he did not choose to disturb them, but instead turned around to choose the relevant books he needed.

As soon as Ian returned to his seat with several carefully selected books, he saw the little head across from him lift up.

After exchanging a smile, the two went about their own business. This was their agreed-upon way of greeting each other in the library, so as not to attract Mrs. Pince's attention and be kicked out of the library.

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

For more than two hours, they did not exchange a single word; the only sounds were the turning of pages and the scratching of quills on parchment.

It was already lunchtime in the Great Hall, but Hermione was still engrossed in her work.

Ian tapped the table lightly, then pointed to his pocket watch, signaling to the other person to pay attention to the time.

Hermione nodded obediently, indicating that she understood. She quickly tidied up the table covered with parchment.

……

After the two walked out of the library hall, Hermione seemed to have broken free of her silence and began to chatter incessantly.

The majority of the conversation revolved around the various experiences and observations from yesterday's flight lesson, as well as the recklessness and impulsiveness towards the Savior, and the tyranny and wickedness of Slytherin.

Of course, she didn't forget to criticize Professor McGonagall, because she thought it was a very immature decision for Professor McGonagall to make Harry the Seeker of Gryffindor.

Ian also welcomes this type of narrative, because unlike movies and books, it is told from the perspective of the people involved, making it more vivid and interesting.

"It seems the Savior has actually benefited from this misfortune, becoming Gryffindor's youngest Seeker."

Ian also occasionally shared his own opinions.

"Even so, that's no excuse for his mistake. The professor clearly told everyone to wait quietly for her to come back."

And you have no idea how high Harry and Malfoy were flying back then; it would have been fatal for them.

Hermione's tone was clearly dissatisfied because Ian hadn't stood with her and hadn't joined her in condemning Harry's transgressions.

After realizing this, Ian suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

He quickly switched to a coaxing tone, like he was speaking to his daughter, and then gave a stern lecture to the students who had disobeyed the professor, which finally satisfied the professor.

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

"There's only one spells class, and then an astronomy class in the evening. It's hard to imagine that wizards would study astronomy just for divination..."

The two chatted as they walked toward the auditorium for lunch.

Ian still enjoys this little episode in his life. It's not just the happiness of a dream coming true, but also the fulfillment of his childhood dream of thirty years.

After a quick lunch, the two parted ways, as the lunch break was rather short.

……

After lunch, Ian returned to his dormitory and took a short nap to recharge, as the upcoming Transfiguration class was one of Ian's favorite courses.

The reason is that only this course can allow him to experience the power of the wizard's mind, the so-called "I can do anything I want."

The power of the mind to distort reality is fully demonstrated in Transfiguration, even to the point of being fully realized.

In the afternoon, in the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall, as always, stood on the podium with a stern face, imparting magical knowledge to the young wizards.

The group of students, around ten years old, were completely silent, attending class quietly like well-behaved children.

The classroom atmosphere at this moment was in stark contrast to that of Professor Binns' class in the morning.

If we're talking about which teacher at Hogwarts can command respect, Professor McGonagall is definitely on the list, and even Snape sometimes pales in comparison.

Looking at the figure on the podium, Ian still felt a deep respect for the professor who had led him into Hogwarts.

Opening the "Elementary Guide to Deformation," today's lesson is still about the deformation of inanimate objects. In the first half of the class, Professor McGonagall will first explain the theory of deformation.

Today's topic involves changing the size of deformable objects, specifically turning a button into an apple.

As the size of the Transfiguration spell increases, so does its difficulty, which is undoubtedly a severe test for the young wizards.

As expected, the young wizards lived up to expectations. Looking at the strange and colorful apples, even the strong-willed Professor McGonagall couldn't help but twitch her eyes.

"Mr. Titus?" Professor McGonagall frowned slightly as she looked at Ian, whose eyes were darting around and who had a look of amusement on his face.

She was quite impressed with the boy she brought to Hogwarts; after all, a handsome and polite child always makes people happy.

"Um, Professor, is there anything I can help you with?"

The sudden roll call interrupted Ian's gaze as he looked around. He quickly snapped back to reality and looked at Professor McGonagall with some confusion, asking her a question.

"Everyone's practicing Transfiguration, why don't you give it a try?"

Perhaps witnessing something unbearable, Professor McGonagall momentarily looked past Ian and at a Hufflepuff girl behind her, speaking sternly:

"Miss Susan Burns, if I were you, I would concentrate before chanting the incantation, instead of secretly glancing at the other male students."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she ignored the blushing girl behind her and continued to watch Ian, preparing to see him cast the spell.

"Ahem!" Ian cleared his throat, raised his wand, aimed it at the exquisite button on the table, and said, "Vera verto."

In an instant, the button began to change rapidly, suddenly transforming into a bright red oval apple.

The apples have a wonderful aroma and an appealing color; just looking at them makes one's mouth water.

"Great! Look, everyone! Mr. Titus succeeded! Ravenclaw adds three points!"

Professor McGonagall held up the apple in her hand so that the other young wizards could see it more clearly.

Ian was unusually embarrassed. It was strange to feel ashamed for a 30-year-old with the mentality to act like a big shot among a group of kids.

Professor McGonagall didn't seem to intend to let Ian off the hook, and continued:

"Mr. Titus, perhaps you could share your insights."

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

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

"Actually, in my understanding, transfiguration has no so-called techniques; it is more of a manifestation of mental power. The mind interferes with reality and then makes it concrete."

Ian paused deliberately, then continued:

"For example, take this button. If we imagine it as an apple, and as long as our faith is strong enough, we don't even need to chant a spell; just waving a wand will turn it into an apple."

Wait a moment, giving the young wizard time to think, and then Ian continued:

"The so-called failure of the transformation spell is merely due to a doubt arising in our minds during the casting process. Subconsciously, we still believe it's just a button, which is why various substandard transformation products appear..."

"...Finally, as long as we firmly believe, any transformation will inevitably succeed on the first try."

After calmly sharing his truest feelings, Ian bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall before slowly returning to his seat.

"Clap clap clap..." Professor McGonagall clapped her hands with a look of satisfaction and said:

"Absolutely brilliant, absolutely brilliant! It's unbelievable that Ian has such a deep understanding of Transfiguration. Many adult wizards wouldn't have such thoughts. This is truly remarkable."

As if suddenly remembering something, Professor McGonagall immediately addressed the young wizards around her:

"What are you waiting for? Stay firm in your beliefs, focus, and keep practicing. Ravenclaw, another three points! Brilliant answer. And thank you to Mr. Titus for sharing so generously."

Ravenclaw is never short of clever wizards. With Ian's pointed-out help, the young wizards gradually completed the Transfiguration spells as required in the second half of the class.

……

"Ian, wait a minute."

Just as he was packing his things to leave, he heard Professor McGonagall calling him, so he stopped and turned to look at her.

"Professor, what's wrong?"

Faced with Ian's doubts, Professor McGonagall went straight to the point, quickly stating her own thoughts:

"You have a great talent for Transfiguration, and what's even more remarkable is your dedication to learning. I've seen too many students who were once very talented, but most of them ended up wasting their talents."

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, then continued:

"I hope you can keep going. These are my old notes, and they should be helpful to you so you can catch up on the previous lessons as soon as possible."

"By the way, you don't need to do your Transformation Class homework anymore. At your current level, those assignments are just a waste of your time."

Looking at the slightly yellowed notes in his hand, Ian was deeply moved and even more grateful that he had met such a responsible professor.

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

Professor McGonagall didn't say anything more, she just smiled and nodded.

Ian, being quite tactful, gave a slight bow and then left the Transfiguration classroom.

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