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. Didn't it just create a cloud of green smoke?
"Before class, I remember reminding you that caution is the first rule for learning Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall glared at Ian with eyes that were about to burst into flames.
"But obviously, Mr. Prince, you have not firmly remembered this." The serious face of the older cat lady revealed an extremely stern aura.
Ian couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"Sorry, Professor, I just wanted to try something on a whim." Ian felt that he was actually quite cautious. He was just trying to turn the match into a mist Rejuvenation Potion.
I even suppressed the urge to transform into fog Amortentia.
Isn't this cautious enough?
Say it again.
This whimsical attempt was not successful. Ian could feel that although the smoke did have the color of Rejuvenation Potion, it did not have the unique function of Potions.
Maybe Ian's current Transfiguration level is not high enough?
[Transfiguration(Level 3)6/800]
After Professor McGonagall's teaching and understanding just now, Ian's [Transfiguration] achieved an astonishing leap, which is why he can change the smoke.
Just.
The third-level [Transfiguration] obviously does not support the imagination of Ian. It is possible that things with traces of magic are difficult to change, and I don't know whether extraordinary characteristics and legendary characteristics can make up for it.
"Have you considered the consequences if other little wizards accidentally inhale your smoke?" Professor McGonagall's expression improved slightly after hearing Ian's apology.
Still extremely serious though.
"You will get hurt... if you lose control."
Ian responded concisely and clearly. Of course he knew the harm that Transfiguration smoke could cause, and he had no intention of conducting experiments on his classmates.
Actually.
Ian can clearly feel that as long as he does not take the initiative to revoke that influence, Transfiguration's effect may last until... a long, long time later.
Perhaps it will last longer than many little wizards.
"Since you know, why do you still want to make such a dangerous attempt?" Professor McGonagall's eyes stared closely at Ian, with a hint of worry in the depths of his eyes.
Could it be.
Hogwarts is about to usher in another extremely talented bad embryo?
"I didn't think about it that much at that time. I was always thinking and trying to understand the mystery of Transfiguration, and I just wondered if it could also turn items into gas or liquid."
Ian knew that now was obviously not the time to be harsh, so he honestly used the art of language - only telling half the truth.
Hear the words.
Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes and expression softened a bit.
"Okay, Mr. Prince, when this happened, it was obviously due to my negligence." The older cat lady sighed and said in an annoyed tone.
"I didn't expect that a little wizard would be able to achieve such a deep level of Transfiguration in the first class, so I planned to talk about some things in subsequent teachings."
"Now it seems that in order to avoid something like this happening again, I need to revise my teaching copy." Professor McGonagall said while looking around at the little wizards in the classroom.
"There are some important things in Transfiguration. In addition to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration that you will learn later, there are also some things that Transfiguration needs to be wary of after learning to a higher level."
Speaking of which.
Professor McGonagall looked at Ian again in amazement.
Then he continued, "What Mr. Prince did just now is something you need to be vigilant about. Turning items Transfiguration into gases and liquids is extremely dangerous."
"Just like the smoke just now, if someone inhales it into the body, then once Charms loses control or fails, countless sawdust fragments will wreak havoc in the blood vessels and lungs of the inhaler."
Professor McGonagall's earnest voice is full of teaching.
And just then.
"Isn't this awesome?"
The slight muttering was particularly clear in the quiet classroom.
Ian turned his head suddenly and looked over.
It turns out that the person muttering is the cute little witch who wants to turn her little brother into a rainbow pony.
He couldn't help but check the course schedule again and again.
Yes, you are in class with Hufflepuff today!
"Of course it's amazing, Miss Laura, it's just..."
Professor McGonagall's expression is extremely serious.
"It is a kind of murder. Maybe only that person happens to be in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and can survive. I will never allow anyone to try 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's voice was full of stern warnings. All the little wizards in the room were very quiet, intimidated by the professor's somewhat intimidating aura.
Ian also buried his head and did not dare to refute.
"Mr. Prince, you have accomplished something that is difficult for many senior students to do, and your progress has far exceeded my expectations. I hope you will keep the principle of caution in mind."
Professor McGonagall finally warned Ian seriously, but his tone was not as harsh as at the beginning. Then he looked at the time on the wall clock in the classroom and announced that get out of class was over.
Finally able to escape the serious environment, the little wizards retreated quickly. Professor McGonagall was sorting out 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 stopped talking.
"Ian, you have to teach me!"
"Oh my god! Professor McGonagall looked so scary just now! I declare her the scariest professor!"
The two roommates were chattering.
He was clamoring to eat more to replenish his brain.
Because school has just started.
The schedule of the course is not very tight. After the Transfiguration class in the morning, the second class will not be ushered in until the afternoon, which is a nightmare in the minds of many Hogwarts students.
Potions Class.
"I still need to send a letter, so you go first." Ian had already put the written letter in his robe. He remembered that Owlery of Hogwarts was located at West Tower.
Maybe it's not that far?
After bidding farewell to his two roommates, Ian asked the senior classmate along the way for directions. The senior sister was very helpful and even offered to take him out for a night tour to familiarize himself with the castle.
The more I listen.
Ian feels more and more uncomfortable.
Why do you need some chocolate sauce and new clothes for a night out?
"I'm only eleven years old! Hogwarts Is there no minor protection law?" Facing the enthusiastic senior, Ian thanked her and then fled, all the way to Owlery.
Owlery is located on the top floor of West Tower in Hogwarts Castle. Students need to go through a narrow spiral staircase to reach here.
The shed is a round stone room with a unique design and a quaint atmosphere. The floor is littered with straw, owl droppings, rat bones spit out by owls and other debris.
On the perch at the top of the shed, there are hundreds of owls perched. These owls come in all kinds of varieties. I really don't know why those little wizards buy their own owls.
"Send a letter to Wool's Orphanage for me." Ian chose a small White-faced Scops Owl and took out the freeze-dried one that was actually just a little stale.
He obviously just tasted it last week.
"Gugu~"
The owl accepted the job, but did not eat Ian's freeze-dried food. Just before Ian was about to leave, he saw straw on the ground and a mouse that might be the food stored in the shed.
The mouse is shivering in the corner.
Several owls surrounded it with great interest, but they did not take a bite to eat.
"Poor little guy."
On a whim.
Ian took out his magic wand.
"Vera Verto!"
Driven by magic.
Some straw changed into yellow-orange gas, and under the influence of Ian's will with the help of magic, it floated silently into the nostrils of the trembling mouse.
Just like air.
The mouse didn't notice at all.
And at this moment.
"Vera Verto!"
Ian felt the connection between himself and Transfiguration's creation, and cast Transfiguration twice. 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 mouse in the corner was relieved without even having time to scream, and the owls were frightened and flapped their wings away from the suddenly "mutated" spiked mouse.
"There should be a lot of room for improvement. This magic will be called Prince's Killing Curse from now on!"
Ian has some ups and downs.
In fact, he was inspired by Professor McGonagall, and he suddenly came up with this attempt. He felt that the reminders Professor McGonagall said before were very correct.
Especially the reminder that caution is the first element.
Now.
When he tried to create a new magic attack method, he carefully solved the problem that the inhaler might survive if he happened to be in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
"You still need professional teachers to teach you!"
Urgent!! Brothers! I suddenly learned that it will be released at 12 noon tomorrow! But I don't have many saved articles... But I promised to release it and update it, it will definitely be released!
The currently confirmed update method is five updates per day for ten days! It is more reliable than ten updates on the same day!
(End of chapter)