The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

Of course, the best way to verify what Red said is to go to Professor McGonagall. Most spells can achieve the effect of using magic to generate powerful bricks, but the most direct way to verify what Red said is the magical transformation spell, which is a wonderful spell that tests the control of magic.

So Professor Flitwick planned to take Red to see Professor McGonagall. He himself could also perform Transfiguration, but it was better to tell Professor McGonagall about this. If Red's talent was real, then ordinary courses would definitely not be able to meet his needs.

So on this sunny morning, Red followed the diminutive halfling Professor Flitwick to Professor McGonagall's office, where Professor McGonagall was diligently grading the assignments she had given.

Professors at Hogwarts are always busy, but after listening to what Professor Flitwick had to say, Professor McGonagall almost instinctively wanted to refute him. However, after looking at the serious-looking Reid, she took a deep breath and then stared at him intently.

"Mr. Reid, are you really sure this is true?"

Red nodded. There was nothing wrong with saying that his soul power was not only completely under his control but also exceptionally strong. As a former immortal who possessed the [Bambe Diary], it would be abnormal if his soul were not abnormal.

Professor McGonagall took another deep breath, recalling the strange phenomena caused by magical fluctuations when Red was in the orphanage, and nodded seriously.

"Now I'll tell you about the basic applications of Transfiguration. I hope you'll listen to me completely and follow my instructions exactly. Transfiguration is different from other spells; even a small deviation can cause huge changes."

So, before Hufflepuff's first Transfiguration lesson began, Professor McGonagall, with an experimental mindset, started teaching Red the most basic Transfiguration.

Fifteen minutes later, Professor McGonagall fell silent, just like Professor Flitwick. Before them, Red raised his wand and successfully transformed a matchstick into a silver needle, his expression unchanged as if he had accomplished something trivial.

In fact, Red's exploration and application of Transfiguration began with Professor McGonagall's explanation fifteen minutes earlier. Before that, due to the special nature of Transfiguration, he had not experimented with it privately.

"What a...stunning scene! Merlin, by your side! If this were in a classroom, I would definitely give Hufflepuff five points, no...ten points!"

Professor McGonagall stared intently at Red. The perfect Transfiguration spell came from a first-year wizard who had only attended a fifteen-minute lesson. She could hardly imagine what this young wizard would achieve in the future.

However, Red was still savoring his control over magic. After encountering Transfiguration, his original powerful spellcasting, which relied on magical affinity, was no longer so effective. He also understood the characteristics of spellcasting by wizards. With the correction of soul power and the wand, he completed his first Transfiguration spell.

"Yes, I think I understand what kind of spell this is. Thank you very much, Professor McGonagall." Reid turned and bowed slightly. With a flick of his wand, the silver needle turned back into a match.

"Ah, it's already this late. Mrs. Hooch has already started her flying lessons. I need to hurry back and prepare for my next lesson too."

Professor Flitwick was genuinely pleased to have encountered such a promising student, but upon seeing the clock in Professor McGonagall's office, he realized it was getting late and had to regretfully take his leave. However, before leaving, he warmly invited Reid to study spells with him in greater depth.

"Mr. Reid, I hope... you can face up to and make good use of your talent; it's truly an amazing power."

Professor McGonagall spoke from the bottom of her heart, and then she heard a sound coming from outside the window. She instinctively turned around and saw a scene that made her eyes widen in surprise.

Standing on his flying broomstick, Harry Potter struck a javelin thrower's pose and hurled his second broomstick at Malfoy, who was flying at high speed. Beside him, two more broomsticks floated steadily, like soldiers awaiting orders.

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Harry wasn't as interested in flying lessons as his classmates. While people always yearn for the sky, Harry's desire for such things gradually subsided whenever he recalled the burning pain of his scar. The guy known as Voldemort was still eyeing his life, and the thought of that made him feel a little anxious.

But you still have to attend classes properly, just like Red told him...

Harry felt that controlling his flying broomstick wasn't as difficult as his classmates had made it out to be, so he started thinking about how to slowly float up. But at that moment, Neville suddenly took off, catching everyone off guard. Even Harry didn't have time to react before Neville wobbled into the air and flew out of control.

Of course, Madam Hooch eventually rescued Neville, but he had to be taken to the infirmary for some treatment. Just when Harry thought the lesson was over, that annoying Malfoy spoke up again, tossing a small ball in his hand. It was Neville's Memory Ball, which could remind Neville if he had forgotten something. However, the ball ended up in Malfoy's hands.

"Malfoy, bring the ball!" Harry called out. He didn't want to resort to violence, but it was clear that the young nobleman in front of him hadn't learned his lesson after being beaten once. He rode straight up on his broomstick and into the sky.

"What's wrong, Potter? Can't you reach it?" Malfoy asked smugly as he flew through the air. Although Harry Potter had overwhelmed him in close combat, as a noble wizard, he would not be like those lower people who were obsessed with physical violence. The power of a wizard was the source of his pride.

"Malfoy... I'll say it again, give me the ball!"

Harry stretched his wrists, mounted his flying broom, and Hermione tried to stop him with Madam Hooch's words, but he simply reached out and blocked her way.

Seeing Malfoy still smug, Harry's expression gradually calmed down, and he reached out to Ron beside him.

"Ron, can I borrow your broom?"