The Second Principle of Transformation? The Microscopic World!

As the formal practice began.

Professor McGonagall instructed them to turn a match into a needle.

Devero was stunned by his own terrifying talent.

He had replaced Seamus.

He had officially become the "Explosion Mage" of Hogwarts.

He desperately tried to use his magic to alter the structure of the match.

But because he had injected too much magic at once.

It directly caused the match in his hand to turn into a fireball.

It went darting all around the classroom!

The fireball even singed Ron's hair.

The students let out a chorus of startled cries.

Professor McGonagall was quick-witted.

With a wave of her wand.

The fireball was transformed into a deflated balloon.

It landed on the floor.

Only then did the people in the classroom breathe a sigh of relief.

Malfoy even wore a gloating expression.

Being able to catch a weakness of Devero's made him very happy.

"So this Frenchman isn't good at everything, huh~"

He spoke at a volume loud enough for Devero to hear.

But quiet enough that Professor McGonagall could not.

Devero couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind.

"Mr. Alexander, could you repeat the first and second principles of Transfiguration?"

Professor McGonagall finished cleaning up the mess left by the fireball.

She walked over to Devero and asked.

Her eyes seemed somewhat surprised that such a phenomenon had occurred among her students.

"The first principle is caution. The second principle is to change the structure only, not the essence. Professor."

Devero answered honestly.

"Hmm, very good. Now tell me, did you follow the second principle just now?"

Professor McGonagall's question pointed directly to the core mistake in Devero's operation.

Devero frowned slightly and carefully reviewed his specific actions.

He had indeed tried to change the structure of the match.

But perhaps his magic, enhanced by the Zen Meditation Method.

Was already significantly higher than that of an ordinary young wizard.

Therefore, following the method Professor McGonagall taught in class exactly.

Would undoubtedly lead to an excessive input of magic.

Thereby changing the essence of the match.

Of course, his current ability was not yet sufficient to completely change the essence of an object.

It could only be said that he had forced the match into an unstable state.

Which was why the fireball had been running wild around the classroom.

"Professor, I think it might be that I released too much magic, which directly changed the essence of the object, or rather, caused its essence to enter a volatile state, resulting in the fireball."

Devero voiced his thoughts.

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly.

A hint of appreciation appeared in her eyes.

He was indeed a promising student.

His logic in thinking through problems was quite clear.

"That is correct. Therefore, Transfiguration is a discipline that demands precision. You must first learn how to precisely control the magic you employ; this is the first step to mastering Transfiguration."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall handed a new match to Devero.

Devero took it.

He first placed the match on the table.

He carefully brewed it for a moment.

He wanted to test how much magic it would take to transform a matchstick.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly offered guidance.

"What I taught in class was to concentrate your attention, because the students at this stage have very limited magic, and some may not even be able to maintain a complete Levitation Charm. But Devero, you are very different."

Professor McGonagall's expression remained very serious as she spoke.

"This is actually content that students begin to learn in their second year: controlling their own magic. So today, I will only give you some simple guidance. Pay attention, Alexander. The magic required for a transformation depends on the size and structural complexity of the object you are transforming and the object you want to transform it into. Only by understanding this can you truly grasp the key to magic in transformation."

Devero was deeply inspired by her words.

"Thank you, Professor."

After Devero expressed his thanks.

He immediately began to observe the matchstick and the needle.

He even held them in his hands, feeling and contemplating them.

But he felt like he couldn't grasp the essence of it.

He seemed to have hit a bottleneck.

He couldn't calm his mind to understand the matter of transformation.

There were also other children chattering nearby about the reasons for transformation.

At this moment.

Devero remembered that he still had the Zen Meditation Method!

He had indeed used it before on the train and outside the Great Hall.

He felt his heart become calm.

The external noise also had no effect on him.

Perhaps he could try it in class to see if it had any effect?

Devero immediately adjusted his breathing according to the essentials of the Zen Meditation Method.

He half-closed his eyes.

And began to enter a state of meditation.

With each deep breath.

He felt the surrounding clamor gradually recede.

It was as if the entire world had fallen silent.

His thoughts gradually became clear.

Magic flowed slowly within his body.

As if it had resonated with the surrounding objects.

After a short while.

Devero successfully entered the feeling he had experienced outside the Great Hall before.

Everything around him was covered by a layer of hazy mist.

Only the area within one meter of Devero could be clearly perceived.

This was the expansion of his visual range brought about by the previous increase in his magic.

But this time.

Devero was not trying to dispel this layer of mist.

On the contrary.

He gradually converged his perception and magic.

And slowly focused it on the matchstick in his hand.

The surrounding mist also gradually covered Devero's body.

Until finally.

The only thing Devero could feel was the matchstick in his hand.

But it was still not small enough!

Devero continued to shrink the range of his perception and convergence.

Gradually.

Even most of the matchstick was shrouded in mist.

At this moment.

The texture and grain of the matchstick appeared clearly in Devero's mind.

But that wasn't enough!

Devero continued to narrow the scope of his perception.

The fine structures he had just seen.

Now they all became incomparably vast.

Devero compressed his perception to an extreme.

As if he wanted to merge his consciousness with this matchstick.

Now.

The matchstick in his eyes had been stretched infinitely long and wide.

As broad as a new continent.

But that wasn't enough!

Devero continued to narrow the scope of his perception.

He knew.

Everything at this moment was not yet the bottom-most structure!

Not what he was seeking!

But he knew!

Soon!

Soon!

Boom!

With a deafening roar.

Devero felt as if he had suddenly been sucked into a strange space.

He looked around.

There was no mist.

No professor.

Nor any other students.

He didn't even have eyes!

There was only an intuitive perception.

Devero knew.

He had finally reached the bottom-most structure of things!

He couldn't see.

But he could perceive.

There were strange connections here.

It was a fundamental link between existence and existence!

Devero greedily studied these fundamental links.

Memorizing their structures.

As his understanding of the structures deepened.

Devero gained an incredibly clear grasp of how much magic would be needed to alter them.

He began to try using magic to change them.

Soon.

He conducted his first successful experiment.

He seemed to have truly changed a part of the wood into iron.

This time, the instability of properties did not occur as before.

Of course.

This was all based on feeling.

He hadn't actually seen it.

He couldn't be sure.

Just then.

Suddenly.

An invisible chill like a ghost wrapped around Devero's soul.

It was an indescribably strange sensation.

As if he had been targeted.

A tremor of being watched arose in his heart.

Strange!

Strange!

In this world of endless shrinkage.

How could there be a feeling of being spied upon?

The feeling was actually intensifying!

Devero's heart felt as if it were clutched by an invisible hand.

Each beat was more violent than the last.

Almost breaking free from the confines of his chest.

Within a mere ten seconds.

His heart pounded uncontrollably.

It seemed his body could no longer withstand the pressure.

This is bad!

It seemed some unknown force was eroding him!

Devero immediately ceased executing the Zen Meditation Method.

He poured all his effort into escaping this microscopic space!

Boom!

His vision suddenly brightened.

The dazzling light almost blinded him.

When his sight returned.

He was back in his seat in the Transfiguration Class classroom.

Cold sweat drenched him.

He was still shaken.

[Warning!]

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