Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 60: What the professor said is right!
It's not just Ian.

All the little wizards in the classroom were actually a little confused. They didn’t know why Professor McGonagall suddenly got angry. Wasn’t it just a cloud of green smoke?

"Before class, I remember I reminded you that caution is the first rule in learning Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall glared at Ian with eyes that were about to spit fire.

"But it is obvious, Mr. Prince, that you have not firmly remembered this point." The serious face of the older cat girl revealed an extremely stern aura.

Ian couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Sorry, professor, I just had a sudden impulse and wanted to try something." Ian felt that he was actually quite cautious. He was just trying to turn the match into a mist of rejuvenation water.

He even suppressed the urge to turn into a mist-like aphrodisiac.

Isn't this cautious enough?

Moreover.

This sudden attempt did not succeed. Ian could feel that although the smoke did have the color of the rejuvenating water, it did not have the unique functions of the potion.

Maybe Ian's current Transfiguration level is not high enough?
[Transfiguration (Level 3) 6/800]

After Professor McGonagall's teaching and understanding, Ian's [Transfiguration] achieved an amazing leap, which is why he can transform smoke.

just.

The third-level [Transfiguration] obviously does not support Ian's imagination. It is possible that things with traces of magic are difficult to change, and it is not known whether the extraordinary characteristics and legendary characteristics can make up for it.

"Have you ever considered the consequences if other little wizards accidentally inhale your smoke?" Professor McGonagall's expression improved a little after hearing Ian's apology.

But it was still extremely serious.

"You will get hurt...if you lose control."

Ian responded concisely. He certainly knew the potential harm of Transfiguration smoke, and he had no intention of using his classmates for experiments.

in fact.

Ian could clearly feel that as long as he did not take the initiative to cancel that influence, the effect of the transformation might last... for a very long time.

Perhaps longer than the lives of many young wizards.

"If you knew that, why did you still make such a dangerous attempt?" Professor McGonagall stared at Ian, with a hint of worry in the depths of her eyes.

Could it be.

Is Hogwarts about to welcome another talented bad boy?

"I didn't think too much about it at the time. I was always thinking and trying to understand the secret of transfiguration. I wondered if I could turn objects into gas or liquid."

Ian knew that this was obviously not the time to be stubborn, so he honestly used the art of language - only telling half the truth.

Hear the words.

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment.

Then his eyes and expression softened a little.

"Well, Mr. Prince, this situation is obviously due to my negligence." The older cat girl sighed and spoke in a frustrated tone.

"I didn't expect that a little wizard would be able to achieve such a deep level of transformation in the first class, so there are some things I was planning to teach in the next class."

"It seems that in order to prevent similar things from happening again, I need to revise my teaching materials." Professor McGonagall said as she looked around at the little wizards in the classroom.

"There are some important things in Transfiguration. In addition to the Gamp Transfiguration Laws that you will learn later, there are also some things that you need to be vigilant about after you have learned Transfiguration to a high level."

Speaking of it.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ian in amazement again.

Then he continued, "What Mr. Prince did just now is something you need to be vigilant about. Transforming objects into gas and liquid is extremely dangerous."

"Just like the smoke just now, if someone inhales it, then once the spell gets out of control or fails, countless wood chips will wreak havoc in the blood vessels and lungs of the person who inhales it."

Professor McGonagall's earnest voice was full of instruction.

And just then.

“Isn’t this amazing?”

The slight murmurs were particularly clear in the quiet classroom.

Ian turned his head sharply to look over.

It turns out that the person who was mumbling was the cute little witch who wanted to turn her brother into a rainbow pony.

He couldn't help but check the schedule again and again.

It's true that I'm having class with Hufflepuff today!

"Of course it is great, Miss Laura, but..."

Professor McGonagall's expression was unusually serious.

"It is a form of murder. Perhaps only that person could have survived if he happened to be in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins. I will never allow anyone to attempt to treat anyone in this way."

"For anyone who dares to joke about this kind of thing, expulsion will no longer be the most severe punishment."

Professor McGonagall spoke each word with a stern warning. All the young wizards in the room were very quiet, intimidated by the professor's frightening aura.

Ian also lowered his head and dared not refute.

"Mr. Prince, you have accomplished many things that are difficult for senior students to do. Your progress has far exceeded my expectations. I hope you will keep the principle of caution in mind." Professor McGonagall gave Ian some serious advice in the end. Her tone was not as harsh as at the beginning. She then looked at the time on the clock in the classroom and announced the end of the get out of class.

Finally able to escape from the serious environment, the young wizards retreated quickly. Professor McGonagall was arranging the courseware on the podium and watched Ian, William and Michael walk out of the classroom.

She opened her mouth.

In the end, he just hesitated to speak.

"Ian, you have to teach me!"

"Oh my god! Professor McGonagall looked so scary just now! I declare her the most terrifying professor!"

The two roommates chattered.

He kept clamoring to eat more to replenish his brain.

Because school has just started.

The course schedule is not very tight. After the Transfiguration class in the morning, the second class will not start until the afternoon, which is a nightmare for many Hogwarts students.

Potions class.

"I still need to mail a letter, you guys go first." Ian had already put the written letter in his robe. He remembered that the Hogwarts Owl Shed was located in the West Tower.

Maybe it’s not that far?

After saying goodbye to his two roommates, Ian asked for directions from a senior student along the way. The senior student was very helpful and even offered to take him out for a night tour to familiarize himself with the castle.

The more you listen.

The more Ian felt, the worse it felt.

Why do you need some chocolate sauce and new clothes for a night out?
"I'm only eleven years old! Doesn't Hogwarts have a law to protect minors?" Facing the enthusiastic senior, Ian thanked her and then fled all the way to the Owl Shed.

The Owl Shed is located on the top floor of the West Tower of Hogwarts Castle. Students need to go through a narrow spiral staircase to reach it.

The shed is a round stone room with a unique and quaint design. The floor is littered with straw, owl droppings, and rat bones that the owl vomited out.

On the top perches of the shed, there are hundreds of owls. There are all kinds of owls, and I don't know why those little wizards would buy their own owls.

"Send a letter to Wu's Orphanage for me." Ian chose a small white-faced horned owl and took out the freeze-dried food that was only a little bit off.

He had apparently tasted it just last week.

"Cuckoo~"

The owl accepted the job, but did not eat Ian's freeze-dried food. Just before Ian was about to leave, he saw straw all over the floor and a mouse that might be the food stored in the shed.

The mouse was shivering in the corner.

Several owls surrounded it with interest, but did not eat it.

"Poor little guy."

On a whim.

Ian pulled out his wand.

"Vera Verto!"

Driven by magic.

Some of the straw turned into orange-yellow gas, and under the influence of magic, it floated silently into the nostrils of the trembling mouse.

Just like air.

The mouse didn't notice anything.

And right now.

"Vera Verto!"

Ian felt the connection between himself and the Transfiguration creature and performed a second transformation. The next moment, countless sharp steel needles suddenly exploded from the mouse's body.

The skin is cracked and the flesh is cracked.

Blood flew everywhere.

The mice in the corner were freed before they even had time to scream, and the owls were so scared that they flapped their wings and ran away from the suddenly "mutated" spiky mice.

"There should be a lot of room for improvement. From now on, this magic will be called the Prince's Killing Curse!"

Ian's heart was beating fast.

In fact, he was inspired by Professor McGonagall and had the sudden idea to make this attempt. He felt that the reminders Professor McGonagall had given him before were very correct.

Especially the reminder that caution is the first element.

just now.

When he tried to create a new magical attack, he carefully addressed the problem that the inhaler might survive if he happened to be in St. Mungo's Hospital for Wizards.

"You still need a professional teacher to teach you!"

　Urgent! ! Brothers! I suddenly learned that the book will be online at 12 noon tomorrow! But I don’t have many manuscripts in stock… But I promised to update it quickly after it is online, so I will definitely update it!

　　The current confirmed method of updating the game is to update five times a day within ten days! This is safer than updating ten times a day!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)