Hogwarts Study Panel.

"Mr. Green, that was excellent!"

Madam Hooch walked briskly towards Sheehan, her hands on her hips, even her smile carrying a sharp curve.

"You've already mastered many flying skills, but things like hovering, turning, and circling are just basic maneuvers. Today, we're going to practice something different—"

A gentle breeze swept by, bending the grass of the Quidditch pitch to one side.

Sheehan stumbled a little as he got off the broom, but was steadily supported by Mrs. Hodge's hand:

"Good, take a break, then you'll have to face 'it'."

With a wave of her wand, Mrs. Hodge produced a wooden frame filled with golf balls that appeared out of the broom shed.

Sheen watched as Madam Hodge tossed the ball upwards, and as if by some kind of magic, it was thrown fast and high, hovering in the air for a moment.

The tall witch who had just been beside Lady Hooch was nowhere to be seen, leaving Sheen silently taking out a bottle of potion from his bag and gulping it down—he saw nothing.

Sheen put the empty bottle in his bag. Professor Snape's potion tasted like some kind of juice, quite different from the sticky, bitter taste of the enhancer described in the book.

The recipe that Sheen dared not disobey in the slightest was, in Professor Snape's hands, like a Boggart specifically designed to target Sheen.

Sheen will see a terrible potion explosion.

Professor Snape scoffed, "Riddikulus."

Lady Hooch naturally noticed this scene. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at the little wizard a few more times, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

At this point, Sheen's flying proficiency had reached:

[Flying Skills: Beginner Level (190/270)]

[Advanced: Proficient flying skills, unlocking proficient titles in the field of flight]

Sheen thought,

It seems the new title will be unlocked in the next few days.

air.

The characteristics of a golf ball are like a weaker version of a Quaffle.

The wizard cast a spell on it; if it wasn't caught, it would slowly fall to the ground, just like sinking in water.

Sheen then had to catch it in mid-air.

This is undoubtedly difficult.

But it wasn't too difficult.

The wind whistled past Sheen's ears, and his figure pierced the blue sky like an eagle.

The speed was now almost at the broom's limit, and the broom seemed about to collapse many times, but Sheen remained completely calm.

Because it's not just old brooms that reach their limits.

"An astonishing talent!"

Mrs. Hodge watched as the little wizard, who had just grabbed a golf ball, glided down from the azure sky, embracing the white clouds.

In just three attempts, he went from being somewhat at a loss to catching the ball steadily.

"Mr. Green, you're destined to be a Seeker star."

Madam Hooch gazed at Sheehan for a long time, her expression complex.

Why doesn't this wonderful little guy like Quidditch?

In the early stages, almost 70% of the fouls occurred on the player looking for the ball, with all sorts of despicable tactics emerging one after another.

For example, "burning the opponent's broom tail," "hitting the opponent's broom with a stick," and "attacking the opponent with an axe" are just appetizers.

The contents of "Quidditch in Wonderland" floated into Sheen's mind; if there were a rattle drum here, it would definitely be Sheen's little head.

"Next week, I will be conducting your flight test."

Before leaving, Madam Huo Qi said helplessly, hands on her hips.

"First-year wizards can only apply for one test opportunity, so remember to bring your new broom."

As for Comet 160... it should be in the broom shed.

After saying this, Mrs. Hodge left, leaving behind a somewhat confused and worried Sheen.

Where could he possibly find a Nimbus 1500?

In the afternoon, not a single Ravenclaw dared to speak in the classroom.

Because this lesson is a modified version.

Professor Minerva McGonagall's gaze involuntarily fell on Sheehan for the third time.

He was completely absorbed, waving his wand, turning the mouse into a snuff bottle one moment and then back into its original form the next.

Sheen remained pale until he began to peruse "Intermediate Transfiguration."

The book I borrowed from the Hogwarts library cost two Galleons. The only difference between it and The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration is that the central bead in the gold pattern has changed from red to green.

It details many transformation techniques, such as how to turn a teapot into a turtle.

The key to this transformation is whether the turtle's tail will emit steam, or whether the transformed turtle will still have a shell made of willow twig patterns.

Or you could transform slippers into white rabbits, focusing on whether the rabbit's ears are intact.

These transformations all seem to emphasize turning an "inanimate object" into a "living object".

Professor McGonagall's response after class confirmed Sheehan's idea.

"Basic transmutation can transform things that cannot move on their own into one another;"

Intermediate Transformation involves converting movable objects into immovable objects;

As for advanced transformation magic, that involves the transformation between two movable objects, such as turning a turtle into a rabbit…”

Professor McGonagall seemed pleased with Sheehan's questions; an interest in exploring the nature of magic always helps wizards go further.

"Mr. Grimm, remember this—the more advanced the transformation, the greater the power required, so don't try it carelessly."

She looked at Sheehan and handed him a notebook.

After reading it carefully, Sheen naturally took out his wand and began to practice.

He stared intently at the teapot, and following the professor's notes, began to imagine the attributes a tortoise should possess.

Transfiguration is a dangerous branch of magic, and it is obviously safer to use it in front of the professor.

That way, even if Sheen turns himself into a badger, the professor can help him quickly.

In fact, in the original story, there was a time when a young wizard accidentally turned his friend into a badger.

According to Professor McGonagall, if the Restoration Charm isn't used quickly, the young wizard might be stuck as a badger for life.

The fireplace in the office crackled and popped, the Quidditch pitch outside was filled with noise, and even in the hallway, young wizards were playing wizard cards, with the pieces occasionally shouting "Aha!" and "Get out of here!"

Inside the office, Sheen had pushed himself to exhaustion. In his hand, a small, dark green turtle was crawling, and steam was being emitted from the base of its tail.

The panel's sound also rang out multiple times:

[You have practiced an advanced intermediate Transfiguration spell to the standards of an apprentice. Proficiency +50]

Sheen thought,

Advanced intermediate-level transformation techniques likely refer to turning "inanimate objects" into "living objects."

This level of Transfiguration grants an additional 50 proficiency points just for an apprentice...

Yes, that's very good.

After the turtle was restored, Sheen looked at Professor McGonagall with anticipation, unaware that his face was completely bloodless.

"Very good, Mr. Green, a great improvement."

Professor McGonagall's voice was tinged with satisfaction, but her eyes and brows drooped almost imperceptibly.

Sheen didn't notice; he simply tidied up the things in the office, then quietly closed the door and left.

The panel has changed:

Transfiguration: Beginner Level (800/900)

He pondered the knowledge of transfiguration, oblivious to the noise of the young wizards around him.

Professor McGonagall stood by the door, gazing at his retreating figure for a long time, as if she had seen him leave countless times in the dead of night.

"Minerva, you think highly of that child?"

Just then, a steady voice rang out, and an old wizard with a long, white beard appeared beside Professor McGonagall.

"There are no coincidences in this world, Albus."

Professor McGonagall's eyes softened completely, yet held a barely perceptible hint of pride and heartache.

"If that child is determined to find something, he will find it."