I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

"Awe of Transfiguration."

When this sentence fell, all the freshmen were silent and did not dare to make a sound, and Sean unexpectedly obtained the same atmosphere of Transfiguration as Professor McGonagall.

Of course, this is what Sean wants to achieve.

He glanced at everyone calmly and solemnly.

"Repeat what I said," Sean said softly.

"Awe of Transfiguration." The students responded immediately. The voices were not uniform and the volume was different, but Sean really saw it, and everyone opened their mouths to say it.

"Very good—" Sean smiled again. He didn't ask the students to repeat it aloud and neatly many times. He felt that the meaning of today's class had been reached.

Under the podium, the freshmen secretly glanced at each other.

Professor Wallup has turned into a kind and patient teacher again, and his handsome face really gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

It's just that the image of the deformed monster and the extremely severe warning words just now left a very deep impression.

Many students even raised an absurd feeling - Professor Wallup in front of him, is it too fast to change his face?

Sean clapped his hands in satisfaction and smiled even more.

"It seems that everyone has memorized this lesson, which is very good - by the way, I have a question for you."

When the doubtful eyes of the students were projected, Sean waved his wand, and the distorted image of the half-human half-dragon just now appeared in the air again.

Many people subconsciously backed away.

Sean pointed to the image of the monster: "This is a deformed object that I simulated with a magic spell. Can someone tell me what the specific manifestation of the deformed failure is? Don't rush to answer the appearance, try to think from the perspective of transfiguration."

Hearing this, several students who were about to raise their hands lowered their arms, and then endured the discomfort and carefully observed the image of the monster.

After a moment, a black and thin boy raised his hand.

"Yes, please, Mr. Axton."

Shawn was somewhat surprised to call Axton up to answer, and he found that the French child born in a Muggle family was quite open-minded.

Moreover, in his previous illusion spell, the child resisted the fear of trying to wake him up, which was enough to prove that he was very courageous and a child of good character.

It's worth cultivating well... Sean thought silently in his heart.

"Sir, I thought about it for a long time, and then I thought that this might have something to do with the cognition of Transfiguration you mentioned... The monster that appeared after the transformation failed, is a real creature without a specific image in the world? It may just bring Some other creature characteristics... well, I mean, it can't be classified into a general category..."

Axton stammered to explain his opinion with his barren knowledge of magic.

The more he listened, the brighter Sean's eyes became.

This kid has a very keen sense of smell in Transfiguration...

"Very good, Mr. Axton, the answer is correct, and five points for Ravenclaw." Sean did not stingy with his praise.

Axton, who got a lot of extra points in the first transfiguration class, blushed a little.

Sean motioned him to sit down, then explained: "Mr Axton is right, a common feature of transfiguration failure is that the image of the monster must be something that was not in the previous world, and it may combine the characteristics of certain creatures. , but it certainly didn't exist before. And this involves a key point of Transfiguration - the construction of images in the brain."

"Transfiguration is a dual-purpose magic. You must construct a specific image in your mind, and then overlap with the object to be transformed. When it is exactly the same, input your magic until the real object is exactly the same. Transfiguration done - that's a correct and successful Transfiguration."

Sean turned and wrote a large line on the blackboard.

(for spellcasters) A specific substance produces a knowable reality in an unknown form through a specific medium.

"I call this the macroscopic nature of magic—" Sean tapped on the blackboard. "How do you understand it?"

"A specific substance is the substance that induces magic. We cannot always understand this kind of thing. If it is not strict, it can be referred to by [magic power]."

"And what about the specific medium? This is what is used to undertake the magical process. What is the most intuitive?"

Someone raised a hand and replied, "Charms and wands?"

"Correct, what else?" Sean asked in a persuasive manner.

The students thought hard, and after a while, Axton raised his hand again.

"Sir, your brackets are (for the caster), does that mean that in some cases, the caster is also a specific medium?"

"Smart, Mr. Axton." Sean praised.

For a long time, Sean didn't realize that he had some qualities of being a "good teacher". This feeling of preaching and getting rid of doubts made Sean very useful and enjoyable.

He was so engrossed in his speech that he didn't even notice that the get out of class was over at this time, and there were already a lot of people outside the first-grade classroom.

And the freshmen didn't notice it either.

"Why does Sean always make some big news, but we can't?"

"Maybe we can't get the dragon's roar out?"

Fred and George used the Levitation Charm to make themselves float, observing the situation inside through the highest window, and occasionally commenting.

"Two Mr. Weslai, spellcasting is not allowed in the corridor between classes." Professor McGonagall's solemn voice sounded, and the Weslai twins rolled down immediately.

The little Professor Flitwick was also standing beside him. He was floating quietly, looking into the classroom with his chin on his back, and occasionally nodding in admiration.

"It's not fair!" The twins secretly lip-synched, but still stood on tiptoe.

In the classroom, Sean's teaching continues.

"Just now, we talked about certain substances and certain mediums, now, let's talk about the unknown and the knowable—" He waved his wand happily.

"The unknown is because we know so little, or even nothing, about the principles of magic, and we can only infer and keep searching. On the other hand, if there is a lack of the unknown, then it is called science rather than magic. Moreover, This unknown is the mysterious side we talked about before, and that's why I think magic is fascinating."

"Know what?" Sean floated himself, and he pointed to his floating body, "Known is because we can clearly recognize the result of magic, such as using a floating spell to levitate something— Even if we don't know, why your Professor Wallup is now free from gravity and floating in front of you, even I don't know! But the fact of [floating] is knowable and objective."

Sean let himself walk through the classroom, sounding happier.

"Look back, is this going back to the point we talked about at the beginning - Transfiguration can best embody the miracle of magic, because its process and results are so in line with the macroscopic nature of this magic."

"And why, the image caused by the failure of the transformation never appeared?"

The already fascinated students answered without raising their hands: "Because this is not a known phenomenon!"

"That's right! Then why do we have to be clear, rigorous and accurate when building the image of our head?"

"Because it conforms to the known phenomenon!" The students all scrambled to answer.

Outside the classroom, more and more students were gathered around. I don't know who cast a magic trick, and Sean's voice in the classroom could be clearly transmitted to the corridor.

Some Ravenclaw students are already nodding: "What a clear and intuitive explanation..."

"Why didn't we think of it before?"

"Sean figured this out by himself?"

"No wonder Professor McGonagall invited him to be a teaching assistant..."

Professor McGonagall, who had been listening silently, retracted his wand, raised his head slightly, and couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Even the honest Fred and George behind her nodded to each other: "It does sound profound and makes sense..."

At the front of the corridor, Professor Flitwick, who was floating at the top, never spoke or expressed his own opinion. No one could even see his expression. He could only notice that the dwarf professor was frequently knocking on the wall. Face, a look of serious thinking.

Sean's lectures echoed in the corridors, and more and more students joined the team to listen in. Those who had better grades in the past even showed thoughtful expressions.

And the poor students who did not get good grades and were too lazy to attend classes, in order not to be embarrassed, also pretended to be nodding "so it is" next to them.

At this moment, Filch's peculiar humming sound of running came from one end of the corridor.

He limped over, then glared at the students surrounding the classroom, his broken gong-like voice screeching and excited.

"School time is over! The students are not in class!"

"School time is over! The students are not in class!"

He even saw two professors, and then ran over excitedly, pointing at the students and shouting, "Professor! Class time! They!"

"Shut up!" A sharp voice answered Filch.

Professor Flitwick lost his former elegance and easy-goingness. He angrily pointed his **** at Filch, then gave him an angrier look, and then immediately turned his head away.

Filch opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

...

"Hey, Sean." A good-looking sixth-grader greeted warmly as she passed by. The female companions beside her held hands with each other and giggled into a ball of laughter. look.

"Oh - hello." Sean nodded politely.

After a few daring kisses and winks, several senior school sisters jokingly left.

"Hey~~~~ Xiao—en—" On the side, Xiao Baihua blinked her big beautiful eyes hard, while imitating the words of the senior sisters just now with an exaggerated and charming voice, "This is the first one. ? I think, oh—there's already twenty-sixth girls coming to chat with our Wallup—professor~ What an enviable popularity~~~"

Sean rolled her eyes at her angrily and knocked on the top of her head: "Be normal for me, do you really count me?"

"No way, this is out of the limelight, making Professor Flitwick obsessed with listening to the lecture and scolding Filch, the famous-Professor Wallup~" Hermione cut the steak on the plate hard, while He also learned the tone of Daisy just now.

Sean sighed helplessly: "Are you coming too?"

"Isn't what I said true?" Hermione winked at him, then pouted at Daisy again, "And Daisy counts so—seriously, shouldn't she give some feedback?"

Xiaobaihua's face turned red slightly.

Sean spread his hands: "It's just an accident, I didn't even want to drag the court."

"But now that the first- and second-year students have opened their mouths to Professor Wallup, you should really go and see how much you are admired by the students—and, by the girls. "

"They just like Sean's stern and gentle, oh, Sean is rich." Daisy nodded frantically.

"Why did I start to regret it..." Sean shook his head helplessly.

Originally, Sean's reputation at Hogwarts grew wildly after he started teaching in the second grade. If we say, it used to be a recognition of an outstanding peer, the first transfiguration class in that first grade and Fernandez. After the performances of Professor Livy and Professor McGonagall, everyone's mentality has gradually transformed into deep admiration.

This also led to a surge in Sean's peach luck. Even if he was always with Hermione Daisy, bold girls would wink at him to hint.

Sean didn't expect that his forgetful lectures would have such a great effect. His original intention was to make a deep enough impression on the freshmen who had just come into contact with Transfiguration.

Well now, the impression is left in the whole of Hogwarts...

Even during this period of time, many high school students who are eager to learn have come to him to ask him about Transfiguration.

And this extra-curricular teaching, on the contrary, made Sean firm up his notion that he was doing the right thing - these fifth and sixth graders, is the foundation of Transfiguration a little too bad...

Of course, Professor McGonagall couldn't make it easy for everyone, but Sean believes that the transfiguration professor's class has been very good.

This can only prove that there are many people who do not review the exercises well after class...

Fortunately, under my own guidance, the freshmen of the first and second grades were very serious in the transfiguration class, not only rigorous but also careful - even a little too careful.

First graders now turn matches into silver needles and have to rehearse the transformation steps in their minds—more than ten times.

Of course ~www.readwn.com~ also worked well, and while no one showed the same talent as Sean, the freshmen were a lot better than their class average.

Not bad... Sean shrugged optimistically amid Hermione and Daisy's yin-yang ambiguity.

He was arguing with the two when suddenly a petite silver-haired girl appeared in front of him.

It's Stephanie.

Sean smiled and greeted: "Good day, Stephanie."

Hermione and Daisy looked at each other.

"Good day, Sean," Stephanie nodded gracefully, then said blankly, "Today is the end of the month count, and Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you—"

"What?" Sean asked curiously, and Daisy and Hermione also raised their ears.

The silver-haired girl pushed her glasses.

"The table that flew out has to lose money."