At the door of Hogwarts Headmaster's room, Professor Snape disappeared without a trace outside the castle after getting a necessary piece of paper.
At the same time, Croydon District was on a street full of rubbish. Minerva·McGonagall was holding a yellowed letter in front of the dilapidated gate and once again observing the Victorian semi-detached house, which was located in the poor southern suburbs.
People here seemed not to notice her, letting her look at the raised floors and single-glazed windows that were leaking air.
The letter in her hand also revealed the writing with her knuckles:
[Dear Madam:
When I really learned the news, I knew that those long wanderings were a thing of the past. Madam, please forgive me for my gaffe. I cried all night.
I hope you can see this, dear lady, forgive his stupidity, please be patient, and be patient]
What she didn't know was that there was more than one wizard on this street.
Christmas is getting closer and closer, and Sean also makes Owl Biscuits. The appearance of the biscuits attracted everyone in Hope Cottage to watch.
After all, many strange phenomena occurred when Sean was making cookies. For example, the cookie itself might suddenly turn into an owl.
This made them feel extremely novel.
At first they thought it was just some kind of Transfiguration. It wasn't until they heard two Weasley discussing what share agreement they wanted to reach with Sean in the corridor that they realized something was wrong.
Everyone knows that Weasleys is the best at making weird inventions.
"Sean, what is this?"
Justin came over curiously.
"Owl Biscuits,"
Sean replied. Looking at Justin's puzzled look, he softly added the following words,
"A cookie that can turn wizard Transfiguration into an owl."
"Merlin's beard——"
Justin looked at Sean. After Sean nodded slightly, he picked up the cookie and looked at it carefully. He still didn't know what magic was inside.
Hermione also ran over. She also picked up the cookies and looked at them:
"Alchemy?"
Sean nodded.
Harry and Ron were already a little confused.
Alchemy?
Isn't that something only sixth grade can learn?
"I guess Sean will become the next Percy, oh no, it will be three, five, or ten times stronger than Percy!"
Ron said confidently.
"I..."
Harry sometimes feels that he has nothing compared to his friends except his reputation... He suddenly feels a little inferior.
"Just passed the test."
Sean Thinking of it, Weasleys couldn't wait to take the risk. The final result was good, except that the two of them flew to the pine tree and hung on it, and were finally taken down by Sean controlling the snowman.
Ignoring the shock of being caught by a giant snowman as soon as they woke up, the whole process went very smoothly.
"Well, you have to be careful and come one at a time. Transfiguration will temporarily lose his mind after becoming an owl."
Losing one's mind, Sean guesses it is the same as what was said in "The Quidditch Ball":
[The later wizard turned himself Transfiguration into a bat.
Doing so proved to be foolish. Although the wizard who Transfiguration turned himself into a bat could fly to his heart's content,
But thanks to their bat heads, they are bound to forget where they want to go while flying.
Floating in the air is a common thing]
Sure enough, the vastness of magic is that when you understand a secret, you find that your predecessors have already recorded it.
Owl Biscuits can only be used in a safe state, but Sean followed some strange intuitive guess:
The wizard has an Doppelganger. When the wizard's "self" matches the "living creature" Transfiguration with Doppelganger, the wizard's Transfiguration can be much simpler.
If Professor McGonagall takes "cat biscuits", will the professor not lose his mind?
This is just a simple conjecture, but in fact it is also very simple to solve the problem of losing consciousness, that is, Advanced Transfiguration learns to transform "self" into "living creature".
The example here is still Krum. He Transfiguration has become a shark head, but he is still rational, which shows that this path is feasible.
In Hope Cottage, everyone gathered together, sitting obediently, waiting for the advent of an incomparable miraculous product.
"Okay, let me try it first."
Justin looked at everyone's excited and a little worried eyes, and took the initiative to take a piece of Owl Biscuits.
He looked a little uncomfortable when he took the first bite, but then he finished eating as if nothing had happened.
"How does it taste?"
Sean asked suddenly.
"Of course it's great!"
Justin didn't even blink.
"Tell the truth."
"It tastes terrible."
Justin suddenly looked bitter. He had never eaten anything so unpleasant.
Just when Justin Transfiguration became an owl and flapping around, Sean encountered a strange problem-his biscuits were unpalatable.
Next Hope Cottage were the little wizards who had eaten one after another and looked bitter, but still swallowed them, and the owls they Transfiguration had grown into.
Before going to look for Professor Terra, Sean knew that he might be facing the biggest problem——
Of all the books I have learned, none of them teach cooking.
When Sean was rummaging through his books, Justin was dangling aside;
When Sean went to Library to borrow a magic cooking book, Justin sighed at the side;
Sean in "Conjure a Feast!!" While searching in ", Justin's voice came mixed with the sound of falling snow:
"My mother said that half of a person's life must be lived among friends...
Sean, I can participate in some..."
His eyes were bright Winky, with sincerity and generosity.
A few hours passed quickly. When the biscuits were freshly baked at Hogwarts Kitchens, Justin couldn't hold the corner of his mouth any longer.
"Four, sugar, eggs, baking powder, butter, milk... their proportions are..."
Justin explained the formula one last time, Sean recorded it word for word, and Owl Biscuits at this moment, it was truly completed.
Sean waved the magic wand and all the cookies fell into Justin's hands.
"See you tonight."
He said goodbye to Justin and headed towards Alchemy office with the sample.
Howler and Owl Biscuits were his first practice in alchemy.
In the corridor, Sean walked hurriedly.
Ever since he received the letter from London, he has been deliberately making himself busier so that he can think about the exciting, anticipated, uneasy, and sad things.
The professor's gentle blue eyes often appeared in his mind, as calm and soft as a clear lake.
No matter in the past life or in this life, Professor McGonagall is old enough to be his grandmother.
But he still didn't know how he should face all this.
this winter.
The wind whined over his shoulders and passed over him, blowing from the past to the future,
above the wind,
The stars are twinkling and unfathomable.