This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 321 Formal Casting
After the fingers of Andrew's right hand were also tasted well by the damn snuff bottle, Andrew finally completed the operation of resisting it.

The tumor powder completely lost its effect when he fought it with all his heart - this also meant that this precious magic item had lost its value to Andrew.

"Rest for a while and soak in the potion."

Professor McGonagall pointed to the basin next to her.

Andrew tried to identify it, but his level of potion skills was limited and he couldn't recognize it - but after soaking it, it did hurt less.

"Excuse me, Professor, what is this?"

Andrew has developed the habit of asking questions when he doesn't understand something these days.

"Well, you certainly didn't have time to learn," Professor McGonagall nodded, "The juice from the tentacles of the Murtra Rat is very helpful."

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This hand is useless!

If Andrew hadn't already mastered the art of occlumency, he would have smashed the basin right now.

He didn't know what it was, but the word was too dangerous to spell!
'It feels like a recovery fluid...'

The fact that his hands felt relaxed made him think of another toy, but it would be painful to take it out, and it had already been soaked...

He could only sigh and continue his treatment here.

"Faster than I thought. You should rethink the theory now. We will start to cast the spell in a while, Taylor."

"I will, Professor."

The theory of Transfiguration was much more enjoyable than this, especially the theoretical basis of Human Transfiguration, which carried a strong offensive desire.

A wide range of possible protection features, analysis of one's own magic power, analysis of imitations, and even some unproven mimicry of magical creatures...

When I think about it this way, time passes very quickly.

While Andrew was daydreaming, Professor McGonagall's voice came, "Almost done, let's review the spell for the last time."

"Yes!"

He recalled it carefully until he was sure, "I'm ready, Professor!"

"Well, imagine it, and then prepare to face it!"

Occlumency was in full swing - Professor McGonagall magically unlocked the seal on the box from a distance.

Professor Snape's face appeared almost instantly. He stood up from the box in his casual clothes.

"I don't expect you students to understand the charm of potions..."

"Like this? That does fit."

Andrew raised his wand and waited for the professor's order - he had no time to communicate with this 'Professor Snape'.

"Ready, cast the spell."

Andrew waved his wand—powerful spells shot out directly and began to disrupt the seemingly solid magical protection.

'Oops, I was too serious and used all my strength to cast the spell.'

The feedback was so obvious that Andrew immediately felt something was wrong.

But it was too late, the remembered image and spell combined with his full strength to cast the spell.

'Professor Snape' began to cower, and a rather nice ferret appeared in his place.

"Merlin's beard," Professor McGonagall sighed, "You should keep some of it when you cast a spell for the first time, Taylor, I told you so."

"I'm sorry," Andrew apologized earnestly, "I'm sorry, Professor. I really, really didn't control the power of my magic well and used my full strength directly."

"Most wizards fail to cast spells because they don't have enough magic power."

The professor said helplessly, "Can you solve your own Transfiguration?"

Of course it is - it can’t be solved.

This is the problem. Normal sixth grade students do not have enough spell power when they first start learning, but Andrew’s accumulation is too solid.

"It's hard for me to cover it either," the professor sighed. "It's more difficult because the Transfiguration is not performed by the Boggart himself. The Boggart itself is too fragile." But even though he complained, the professor still pointed his wand at the guy, trying to untie it - fortunately, the professor was just being modest before, and after three attempts to cast the spell, the poor Boggart finally returned to its original appearance, and then according to the thinking of Andrew, who was closest to it, it turned into the appearance of Professor Snape.

"I won't be hunted in the new semester, will I, Professor?"

Andrew was a little uncertain.

"As long as you don't tell anyone, Severus won't know."

Professor McGonagall said with a hint of smile.

"Okay," Andrew decided to go for broke, waved his wand and cast the spell again.

I used less strength this time - the human body transformation had failed.

Boggart itself still has some magic resistance.

"Come again!"

...

And so it goes, over and over again, casting the spell again and again - in various forms, in various patterns.

Let me put it this way, if this thing were to come to light, Ravenclaw's scores would probably be much lower than Gryffindor's this school year.

But there is an effect - after casting the spell again and again, he can initially control the direction of his casting.

But the professor called a halt.

"You've been practicing for more than two hours. You need to rest, otherwise you'll make more mistakes."

"Ah."

Andrew was a little reluctant - of course it was not because he was addicted to beating Professor Snape, but it was really satisfying to see something moving towards success little by little.

"We'll continue tomorrow, at the same time. Remember not to reveal anything."

Don't worry, Professor. I won't risk getting hanged by two Heads of House by showing this off - no, considering Professor McGonagall, that's three.

"You should be nicer to your students. Professor McGonagall thought that the person who might appear was Professor Snape without even thinking about it. But then again, Mr. Filch is not mean to me..."

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The subsequent training progressed even more rapidly.

Accompanied by that poor Boggart, Andrew's level of Transfiguration improved by leaps and bounds - he could skillfully control the strength of the spell, the effect after the transformation, and initially link it with the domain, making the strength and coverage of Transfiguration so powerful that even Professor McGonagall had difficulty in breaking it.

There's no way, the experimental subject is too fragile.

Then, classes had to be suspended for a day while they waited for a new Boggart to be delivered - because Andrew couldn't solve it either.

But this crazy training was stopped when the second one was consumed.

"That's about it, Taylor. The Boguts are almost out of help. You have to rest. Once the third one has gained control and stability, you'll have to figure it out on your own."

"Yes, Professor."

The next step is the most dangerous one, the real wizard experiment - Bogut is just a Bogut, not a wizard. If you want to practice for real, you have to start with a wizard.

"I'll give you two days off. Have a good rest and adjust yourself."

"Well, Professor, by the way, I would like to take a day off to go out."

"Going out? No problem, go ahead."

The professor didn't even ask why.

But Andrew still had to say - school was about to start and he had to explain why he was going out to have fun.

After all, there are a lot of things to do at the beginning of the school year, and the professor said that we should also be careful about any emergencies during the holidays.

"I'm going to Percy's birthday party. He's turning seventeen."

"Is it time for Percy too? Yes, another group of students are graduating and leaving."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "Go ahead and get some rest."

(End of this chapter)