Draco flicked his wrist, and a pale golden light flashed from the tip of his wand. The match on the table scattered and then solidified into three needles of different shapes in the next second.
Delicate sewing needles, barbed embroidery needles, and sturdy knitting needles stand side by side on the table.
Hermione gasped in astonishment, then picked up the three needles and examined them closely, her fingertips tracing the patterns on the needles, her eyes wide with disbelief.
After a long pause, she finally managed to utter in a hoarse voice, "Okay, you win."
His tone was full of astonishment, and a deep sense of frustration welled up inside him.
Ron stood up, craning his neck in disbelief, then muttered stubbornly, "This... this must be some kind of trick! How can Transfiguration be this fast?"
But he couldn't come up with any reason to refute it, so he could only stare intently at the three needles, his face filled with resentful frustration.
Harry's hand holding the wand paused, his calm expression shattered, and a clear look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
"My God!" Lavender and Parvati covered their mouths.
They exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
At this moment, the two of them didn't dare to breathe loudly. All their previous jeering had vanished, leaving them only stunned and dumbfounded by this action.
"Amazing!" Neville clenched his fists, looking at Draco with admiration.
Professor McGonagall paused, genuinely surprised that Draco had completed the task so quickly.
She turned and walked towards Draco and the others, her footsteps echoing clearly in the quiet classroom.
Professor McGonagall slowly walked to Draco and Draco's table, her gaze fixed on the three needles.
She reached out and gently touched the needle, her movements as delicate as if she were touching a fragile treasure.
After carefully picking up the three needles one by one, Professor McGonagall gently stroked them with her palm, feeling the even curvature of the needles, their precise thickness, and the perfect fit of every detail.
Her brows relaxed slightly, and her previously cold and stern expression gradually faded, replaced by a complex look that mixed surprise and approval.
This time, she remained silent for an even longer time, until the whispers in the classroom gradually subsided.
All eyes were on the professor.
The students in the class were already getting impatient; some were quietly standing on tiptoe, while others were exchanging glances, all waiting for the professor to speak.
After all, for Professor McGonagall, known for her strictness, to show such a reaction, something extraordinary must have happened.
Finally, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, as if she had finally organized all her emotions and words.
She looked up at Draco, her voice, trembling with emotion, carrying clearly throughout the classroom. "I... must admit. This is indeed... extraordinary."
The moment the words were spoken, the classroom erupted in chaos!
"My God! Professor McGonagall actually said that!"
Just how powerful are those three needles?
" Malfoy is just too awesome!"
A cacophony of voices and exclamations rose and fell, and even the most composed students couldn't help but turn their heads to look.
Just then, Professor McGonagall raised her hand and pressed down, and the classroom immediately fell silent. She looked at Draco and said solemnly:
"Precise form control and instantaneous energy conversion—this has exceeded the standard level of a basic Transfiguration. Add 20 points to Gryffindor!"
"Wow--!"
The announcement ignited the classroom; the Gryffindor students erupted in cheers, some banging on their desks, others whispering Draco's name.
Upon hearing this, Ron's face flushed red. He glared at Draco, but ultimately didn't dare say anything more, and simply turned his head away angrily.
Harry's surprise deepened, and he looked at Draco with a more inquisitive gaze, clearly not expecting to receive such high praise and extra points from Professor McGonagall.
"That's amazing!" Neville exclaimed, almost jumping out of his seat.
Olivia patted Hermione on the shoulder and said, "20 points! Draco won big! You have to give us the address!"
Lavender and Parvati exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief; their earlier spectatorship had turned into genuine shock.
Parvati whispered, "No wonder Professor McGonagall was so moved; her skill is absolutely amazing..."
Lavender nodded, his gaze towards me now filled with a hint of awe.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall's usual cold and serious expression completely melted away, leaving only pure amazement from someone in the magical field.
Her gaze was fixed on the three suspended needles, and even the lenses of her glasses reflected the light from the needles.
The classroom erupted in chaos. The Ravenclaw students who had been eavesdropping on Draco Herbology were now completely stunned.
They felt as if this melon had been thrown right in front of them, and they were now getting eaten by it.
Professor McGonagall finally came to her senses, adjusted her square glasses, and chanted Levitation Charm. The three needles then floated steadily in the center of the classroom.
The silver needles slowly rotated, showing themselves to everyone.
The importance placed on this action was obvious to everyone.
The students quickly stopped their playful banter and focused their attention. Some hadn't even seen the needles being passed around before, but now their eyes were drawn to the three needles spinning precisely before them.
Professor McGonagall slowly explained as the needle spun, "This is not a simple Doubling Charm. Mr. Malfoy has accomplished an extraordinary feat."
"He precisely divided a single magical source into three equal parts, simultaneously manipulating three independent streams of magic to complete three Transfiguration of completely different sizes and functions."
"Note that the bluntness of a knitting needle, the sturdiness of a sewing needle, and the exquisite delicacy of an embroidery needle all originate from the same fragile match, yet each has its own form and function."
As she spoke, Professor McGonagall's gaze swept across the shocked faces in the room.
She then added in a more emphatical tone, "This displayed control over magic is something that most professional wizards can never achieve in their entire lives."
As soon as he finished speaking, a collective gasp filled the classroom.
Everyone who looked at the three light, floating needles felt a chill run down their spines.
It was just a basic match turning into a needle, yet he achieved a level that surpassed the vast majority of wizards.
This is hardly a newly enrolled wizard anymore.
Many Ravenclaw students gripped their wands tightly, secretly resolving to try again and again when they got back, and even if they couldn't do it, they would practice relentlessly.
Ron couldn't help but stand up, frowning as he looked at Professor McGonagall and asked, "Professor, is... is it really that amazing?"
"It's far more than just conjuring three needles," Professor McGonagall explained, turning to him.
"This proves that Malfoy has grasped the basics of Multiple Transfiguration, a gateway to more advanced magic."
"For example, casting spells on multiple objects simultaneously, or constructing complex magical contracts, all originate from this."
Lavender slumped into a chair, covering his face and wailing, "It's all over! Draco is about to embark on advanced magic right after we enrolled! How are the rest of us little wizards supposed to survive?!"
"We don't know if you'll live or die, but we certainly won't." Olivia glanced at her, a smile playing on her lips, but her gaze remained fixed on the three needles.
Parvati covered her mouth and chuckled, patting Lavender's arm. "Face reality, Draco isn't an ordinary human."
"That's right!" Neville clenched his fist and nodded vigorously, his eyes practically overflowing with admiration. " Draco is like a god!"
Someone nearby leaned over and whispered jokingly, "Aren't you guys even a little bit envious or jealous?"