harleyscars Chapter 60: The professor is right!
Chapter 60: The professor is right!
It's not just Ian.
All the young wizards in the classroom were a bit confused, wondering why Professor McGonagall would suddenly get angry. All she did was create a cloud of green smoke.
"Before class, I remember reminding you that caution is the primary principle in learning Transfiguration," Professor McGonagall glared at Ian with eyes that seemed to spit fire.
"But it's clear, Mr. Prince, that you haven't kept that in mind." The older catgirl's serious face revealed an extremely stern aura.
Ian couldn't help but shrink back.
"Sorry, Professor, I just had a sudden urge to try something." Ian thought he was actually quite cautious; he was just trying to turn a match into a mist of rejuvenation water.
They even suppressed the urge to transform into a misty aphrodisiac.
Isn't that cautious enough?
Moreover.
This impromptu attempt also failed. Ian could sense that although the smoke did have the color of the Rejuvenation Potion, it did not possess the unique properties of a potion.
Perhaps Ian's Transfiguration skill level is not high enough yet?
Polymorph (Level 3) 6/800
After Professor McGonagall's instruction and comprehension, Ian's [Transfiguration] has achieved an astonishing leap, which is why he can transform smoke.
just.
The level 3 [Transformation] skill clearly doesn't support Ian's wild ideas; anything that might bear traces of magic is difficult to transform, and it's unclear whether Extraordinary or Legendary traits can compensate for this.
"Have you considered the consequences if other young wizards accidentally inhale your smoke?" Professor McGonagall's expression softened slightly after Ian apologized.
However, it was still unusually serious.
"I will die."
Ian gave a concise and clear response. He was well aware of the potential dangers of the Transfiguration smoke, and he had no intention of using his classmates for experiments.
in fact.
Ian could clearly sense that unless he actively withdrew that influence, the effects of the Transfiguration might last for... a very, very long time.
Perhaps longer than many junior wizards live.
"Since you knew that, why did you still make such a dangerous attempt?" Professor McGonagall stared intently at Ian, a hint of worry in the depths of her eyes.
Could it be...?
Is Hogwarts about to welcome another exceptionally talented but flawed individual?
"At that time, I didn't think that much. I was always thinking about and trying to understand the mysteries of transmutation. I was wondering if I could also turn objects into gases or liquids."
Ian knew this was clearly not the time to be stubborn, so he honestly employed the art of language—telling only half the truth.
Upon hearing this...
Professor McGonagall paused for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes and expression softened.
"Well, Mr. Prince, it's clear that this situation is partly due to my negligence," the older catgirl sighed, speaking in a frustrated tone.
"I didn't expect that a young wizard would be able to perform such a profound level of transformation in the first lesson, so there are some things I originally planned to cover in later lessons."
"It seems that in order to prevent something like this from happening again, I need to revise my teaching materials," Professor McGonagall said, glancing around at the young wizards in the classroom.
"There are some important things in Transfiguration. Besides the Gamp Transfiguration Laws that you will learn later, there are also some things that you need to be wary of when you learn Transfiguration to a higher level."
Speaking of it.
Professor McGonagall looked at Ian with a look of amazement.
He then continued, "What Mr. Prince did just now is the kind of thing you need to be very wary of; turning objects into gases and liquids is extremely dangerous."
"Just like the smoke from before, if someone inhales it, then once the spell goes out of control or fails, countless wood chips and fragments will wreak havoc in the inhaler's blood vessels and lungs."
Professor McGonagall's earnest voice was full of instruction.
And just then...
"Isn't that amazing?"
The soft murmurs sounded particularly clear in the quiet classroom.
Ian turned his head sharply to look over.
The person who was muttering was the cute little witch who wanted to turn her little brother into a rainbow pony.
He couldn't help but double-check the course schedule.
Yes, I did have class with Hufflepuff today!
"Of course it's amazing, Miss Laura, but..."
Professor McGonagall's expression was unusually serious.
"It's a form of murder, and perhaps only if that person happened to be in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts would they have survived. I will never allow anyone to try to treat anyone in this way."
"Anyone who dares to joke about this kind of thing will no longer be severely punished by expulsion."
Professor McGonagall's voice was deliberate and stern, carrying a strong warning. All the young wizards in the room remained silent, intimidated by the professor's somewhat intimidating aura.
Ian kept his head down, not daring to refute.
"Mr. Prince, you have accomplished what many senior students find difficult to do. Your progress has far exceeded my expectations. I hope you will keep in mind the principle of caution."
Professor McGonagall gave Ian a final, earnest lecture, though her tone wasn't as stern as it had been at the beginning. She then glanced at the clock in the classroom and announced the end of get out of class.
Finally free from the serious atmosphere, the young wizards retreated quickly. Professor McGonagall was tidying up the slides on the podium, watching Ian, William, and Michael leave the classroom.
She opened her mouth.
In the end, however, he could only remain silent, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.
"Ian, you have to teach me!"
"Good heavens! Professor McGonagall was terrifying just now! I declare her the most terrifying professor ever!"
The two roommates were chattering away.
He kept saying he wanted to eat more to replenish his brain.
Since it's the beginning of the school year.
The course schedule wasn't too tight; after the Transfiguration class in the morning, the second class wouldn't start until the afternoon, a nightmare for many Hogwarts students.
Potions class.
"I still need to mail a letter, you guys go ahead." Ian had already put the letter he had written in his robe. He remembered that the Owl Hut of Hogwarts was located in the West Tower.
Maybe it's not that far?
After saying goodbye to his two roommates, Ian asked a senior female student for directions. The senior was very helpful and even offered to take him out for a nighttime tour of the castle.
The more I listen...
Ian felt increasingly uneasy.
Why would someone going on a night out need chocolate sauce and new clothes?
"I'm only eleven! Doesn't Hogwarts have laws protecting minors?" After thanking the enthusiastic upperclassman, Ian fled in panic, all the way to the Owl Shack.
The Owl Shack is located on the top floor of the West Tower of Hogwarts Castle. Students need to climb a narrow spiral staircase to reach it.
The shed is a round stone room with a unique and rustic design. The floor is scattered with straw, owl droppings, and rat bones spat out by owls, among other debris.
Hundreds of owls perched on the highest branches of the shed. These owls were of all kinds and species; I really don't know why those young wizards would buy their own owls.
"Deliver a letter to the Wu family orphanage for me." Ian chose a small white-faced scops owl and took out a freeze-dried bird that was actually just slightly spoiled.
He clearly tasted it just last week.
"Coo coo~"
The owl accepted the job but didn't eat Ian's freeze-dried food. Just before Ian was about to leave, he saw a pile of straw and a rat that was probably part of the shed's food reserves.
The mouse was trembling in the corner.
Several owls circled around it with great interest, but none of them took a bite.
"Poor little guy."
On a whim.
Ian pulled out his wand.
"Vera Verto!"
Driven by magic.
Some of the straw transformed into a yellowish-orange gas, which, driven by Ian's will through the influence of magic, silently drifted into the trembling rat's nostrils.
It's like air.
The mouse was completely unaware.
And at that very moment.
"Vera Verto!"
Ian felt the connection between himself and the shapeshifting creation, and performed a second shapeshift. The next moment, countless sharp steel needles suddenly burst out from the rat's body.
The skin was torn and the flesh was split open.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The rats in the corner were freed before they even had a chance to scream, and the owls were so frightened that they flapped their wings and ran away from the suddenly "mutated" spiky rats.
"There's still a lot of room for improvement. From now on, this spell will be called the Prince Killing Curse!"
Ian was somewhat emotional.
He was actually inspired by Professor McGonagall, which led to his sudden idea and attempt. He felt that all the reminders Professor McGonagall had given him were very accurate.
Especially the reminder that caution is the primary factor.
just now.
While attempting to create a new method of magical attack, he carefully addressed the possibility that those who inhaled the magic might survive if they happened to be in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts.
"You still need professional teachers to guide you!"