Through the Qi-Perception Spell, the red aura representing Sirius's magical strength was almost on the same level as Lupin's. Their total reserves of magical power should have been roughly equal.
Yet he had never felt so thoroughly overpowered when facing Lupin. Could Lupin have been holding back completely during their training?
"Green, isn't your Transfiguration pretty good? Can't you use it in a fight? Like this!" As Sirius spoke, he waved his wand, lightly tapping its tip against the desk in front of him.
The ordinary wooden desk immediately began to change. Its four legs bent and twisted, its top stretched and swelled, and the wood changed from dark brown to iron gray. In an instant, it became a knight mounted on a warhorse, holding a lance aloft.
The knight was covered in iron-gray plate armor, two points of eerie blue light shining through the slits in its helmet. The warhorse reared its forelegs high into the air and gave a metallic whinny, then charged straight at Gerald with its lance leveled.
Its hooves struck the stone floor with dull echoes, the lance's tip aimed straight at Gerald's chest.
Transfiguration could be used like this?
It was as though something had lit up in Gerald's mind.
Gerald realized that he had been far too lacking in imagination all along.
He had always treated Transfiguration as an independent subject, but he had never seriously considered that it could be used this way in battle.
He flicked his wand. The desk beside him instantly swelled and transformed, its wood stretching and twisting as a giant wielding an enormous double-edged axe rose from its remains.
The giant stood over three meters tall, its body covered in rough, bark-textured skin. Its arms were thicker than Gerald's thighs, and the giant axe in its hands