Boil Release: Monstrous Strength

Kyle was immersed in the excitement of mastering the Yasuo Happiness Spell, and before he knew it, the entire class had slipped away.

The three quickly packed up their textbooks and wands, then dashed out into the corridor.

"Kyle, are you going to Transfiguration with us?" Marietta asked.

She had noticed that the other textbook in Kyle's hands was for Transfiguration.

"Yes. I'll have to trouble you two to lead me to the Transfiguration classroom. I don't know the way."

The Transfiguration classroom was on the second floor of the castle. Even with two seasoned guides who had been roaming the castle for over five months, getting from the fourth floor down to the second still took nearly twenty minutes.

Kyle suspected they had taken some kind of roundabout taxi.

He wondered whether Cho Chang and Marietta would go to prison if he jumped down the stairs.

By the time the three arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor, was already waiting there.

Professor McGonagall wore square glasses, her black hair curled and gathered into a high bun, and a dark green robe.

The moment Kyle saw Professor McGonagall's exceptionally stern face, he was instantly reminded of the dean of discipline from his high school in his previous life.

It was not merely similar. It was exactly the same.

When the bell rang, Professor McGonagall spoke. "Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous subject taught at Hogwarts."

"Anyone who misbehaves in my class will be asked to leave and will never be allowed back in."

As she said this, she deliberately glanced at Kyle, who was sitting in the front row.

Kyle was certain those words had been directed at him. Professor Flitwick had probably already spoken to her.

Meeting Professor McGonagall's cold gaze as it pierced through her square glasses, Kyle, who knew exactly where he stood, was not the least bit guilty. Instead, he met her eyes with blazing intensity.

The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth lifted slightly. She had not seen a student this bold and reckless in many years.

She drew her wand and lightly tapped the podium beside her.

The podium instantly transformed into a majestic Lion. It let out a deafening roar at Kyle, then lunged as if preparing to pounce.

Startled, Kyle instinctively kicked out. Under that tremendous force, the heavy wooden desk before him shot forward at astonishing speed, its immense momentum sending it crashing into the swaggering Lion.

Water Release: Great Shark Bullet Technique!

A massive torrent of water burst from Kyle's mouth, transforming into a vicious-looking shark in midair.

The water shark caught up to the Lion that had been sent flying by the desk, opened its tooth-filled maw, and bit the Lion's head clean off.

Boom!

Boom!

The Lion's headless body and the heavy desk slammed into the wall one after the other, producing two dull, thunderous crashes.

The desk shattered into pieces, while the Lion slowly reverted to its original form as a podium.

Uh... why was a corner missing from this podium?

Crack, crack...

Countless spiderweb-like fractures rapidly spread over the antique-looking podium. It then crumbled into a pile of fragments that lay silently on the floor, as though accusing someone of brutal violence.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

The entire class: "..."

Kyle: "..."

Professor! This wasn't my fault! You attacked first!

Professor McGonagall's face turned livid after the exploding Great Shark Bullet drenched her from head to toe.

Kyle looked uneasily at the enraged Professor McGonagall. Was he about to be thrown out of the classroom?

He might have been the first person in Hogwarts history to be kicked out by a professor before even enrolling.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She tried to remind herself that Kyle was not at fault. After all, she had been the one who wanted to show off the profundity of Transfiguration in front of him.

But when her gaze swept over the pile of wreckage in the corner and the huge puddle of water again, Professor McGonagall's face began twitching, and she instantly lost her composure once more.

What kind of little monster was Grindelwald's son...?

The strength Kyle had displayed when he kicked that desk away had probably been comparable to a troll's, hadn't it?

And there was that magic she had never seen before...

Professor McGonagall shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking about it.

She squeezed out a reluctant smile, dried her clothes with magic, repaired the desk and podium, and began teaching.

Kyle let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Professor McGonagall did not intend to make trouble for him.

For the rest of the class, Kyle sat upright and listened attentively and quietly as Professor McGonagall explained how to turn a mouse into a goblet.

Unfortunately, he could not understand a single word of what Professor McGonagall was teaching.

More than ten minutes passed, and he had learned nothing.

After all, the other students had already studied Transfiguration for over five months. It was only natural that he could not keep up.

Kyle's thoughts began to wander as he recalled an important piece of information Professor Flitwick had given him in the previous class.

The essence of magic was making one's thoughts reality...

If that was true, then perhaps he could use other Release techniques besides Water Release and Earth Release?

He had previously believed that the power within him was Chakra, and that he only had the two attributes of water and earth.

But in reality, what he possessed was not Chakra at all. It was magic.

Most importantly, magic had no attribute.

If that was the case, then things like Ice Release, Crystal Release, Dust Release, Scorch Release, Storm Release, and all sorts of other bloodline limits might not be impossible, so long as they were not physical bloodlines?

He would have to find an opportunity to test that later.

And that kick just now—he had concentrated a great deal of magic in his foot before kicking...

Did that resemble the technique behind Monstrous Strength?

Just as Kyle carefully recalled the state of his magic under that reflexive instant when the Lion had startled him, a match floated in front of him.

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded beside him. "When I taught them their first Transfiguration lesson, I had them begin by turning matches into needles."

Kyle looked up at Professor McGonagall and quietly listened as she explained the various theoretical principles of basic Transfiguration.

As a complete novice at Transfiguration, Kyle found Professor McGonagall's explanation fascinating.

He knew she was teaching him separately.

"Remember, it is very important to swing your wand firmly and decisively when performing Transfiguration." With a flick of Professor McGonagall's wand, the match before Kyle instantly turned into a gleaming silver sewing needle.

The silver needle changed back to its original form. "Try it yourself," Professor McGonagall said to Kyle.

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Kyle drew his wand with great interest.

Performing Transfiguration should be similar to casting the Cutting Curse. Both required him to convey his intent to the wand.

In that case, if his mind could produce an image of the transformed result clearly enough, there was a good chance the Transfiguration would succeed.

He desperately imagined the silver sewing needle Professor McGonagall had just created, then lightly tapped the match with the tip of his wand.

The next second, the match instantly turned into a silver needle.

A silent spell?

Professor McGonagall's pupils contracted. She suddenly remembered that when she had demonstrated turning the match into a needle for Kyle, she had forgotten to tell him to speak the Transfiguration incantation.

She herself had cast the spell silently, but that was built upon her profound mastery of Transfiguration.

With Professor McGonagall's level of Transfiguration, as long as the transformation was not overly complicated, she could cast it silently—or even without a wand.

But she had not expected Kyle to manage it as well.

And to succeed on his first attempt.

She had to admit that he truly was the Son of the Dark Lord.

Although Grindelwald's greatest specialty was the Dark Arts rather than Transfiguration, his attainments in Transfiguration were not poor either. After all, he had that kind of relationship with Dumbledore, the foremost master of Transfiguration in the world today.

If this young Grindelwald had inherited his father's magical talent, then succeeding in one try was not particularly surprising.

No, she was still so annoyed.

When she had learned Transfiguration, although she managed to turn a match into a silver needle within a day, that had only been after spending more than half the day practicing nonstop.

And Kyle...

The more Professor McGonagall thought about it, the more bitter she felt.