"What's the use of being envious!" Lavender shrugged, looking resigned. "You can't have talent by envying it."
Parvati nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we can't beat them anyway, we can't just get so angry we die, can we?"
Ron, sitting in the back, kept his head down and muttered under his breath, "I'm not envious."
But only he himself knew in his heart that it would be a lie to say he wasn't envious.
If he possessed such magical talent, wouldn't the Weasley family's status rise dramatically?
Even if it's not number one, it can at least be in the top three.
That way, I wouldn't have to be teased by my brothers anymore, and I wouldn't have to feel secretly annoyed by the expectations my parents had for an outstanding child.
Draco looked at the three needles still slowly spinning in mid-air, shook his head slightly, but inwardly he was groaning with despair.
I promised Laodeng and my mother I would keep a low profile, but I ended up becoming the center of attention in one class. How can I make up an excuse to get away with this when I get home?
That's about it. Professor McGonagall placed the needle back on the table steadily, adjusted her glasses, and looked at him with the inquiry of a scholar.
Her tone shifted from judgment to discussion.
"Can you tell me how you constructed your magical framework? Did you divide your intention into three strands simultaneously, or did you first construct a holistic concept of a 'needle' and then differentiate it internally?"
Upon hearing this, the Draco were completely dumbfounded.
Constructing a magical framework? Splitting thoughts? Differentiating concepts?
He doesn't know anything! The system handled everything with a single click!
He immediately cried out in his mind: System, save me! Help!
[Ding--Host urgently needs help detected. The " Answer Assistance Module " can be activated. Each answer consumes 1 point of Fortune Points. Activate?]
Hesitate? Hesitate my ass!
Draco immediately roared in his mind: Activate! Now! Immediately!
[Ding-- Answer Assistance Module activated, deducting 1 point of Fortune Points.]
The next second, a strange sense of confidence welled up from the bottom of his heart, as if someone had directly stuffed a complete theory into his brain.
Draco looked up to meet Professor McGonagall's gaze and began to speak eloquently:
"I firmly believe that this match itself contains the potential to become 'ten thousand needles'."
"My job is not to forcibly mold it into three needles, but to use my will and magic as a 'lens' to focus simultaneously on three different possibilities of the concept of 'needle' within it—the delicate, the standard, and the rugged."
"I'm more like a guide, letting the matter itself choose the form it wants to take, while I simply guide it to express itself in three directions simultaneously."
As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom fell silent.
Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up, as if she had heard some brilliant theory, and she nodded slightly. "Guiding rather than shaping... a very interesting idea, very promising."
Draco appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was sweating profusely.
System, you really dare to make things up!
Well done! I'll definitely ask you again next time!
[Ding--Deduct 1 Fortune Points.]
Hermione frowned as she listened to the conversation, her fingers unconsciously digging into the edge of the table.
Her mind is now filled with "magic lenses" and "the possibilities of the forms of matter itself."
But these words went far beyond the content of all the Transfiguration textbooks she had studied.
So after hearing that, Hermione's " CPU" was instantly turned to smoke; she stood there stunned, forgetting even to blink.
The Ravenclaw around them strained to listen, their pens hovering over their notebooks, their brows furrowing deeper and deeper, while the eaglets looked on with bewilderment.
The theories were too profound; they hadn't even grasped the basic framework of magic, so how could they understand the essence of matter and the idealism of magic? They felt they had heard every word before, but when put together, it was like a book written in heaven.
After listening to Draco's words, Professor McGonagall gently touched her chin with her fingers and fell into a long silence, her gaze fixed on the sky, as if pondering the deeper meaning of his words.
The classroom was so quiet that only the soft breathing of the students could be heard.
When Professor McGonagall spoke again, her tone had lost all its professorial authority, leaving only heartfelt respect.
She said, moved, "... Incredible. What you've encountered is no longer simple Transfiguration, but an exploration of the essence of matter and the idealism of magic."
"This is a level of understanding that many wizards have been unable to grasp for years after NEWT."
At this point, Professor McGonagall paused meaningfully, her gaze turning gravely to Draco, and said:
"If you can continue down this path... you might be able to redefine our understanding of Transfiguration."
After those words were spoken, the classroom fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone froze on the spot, even Ron, who had been holding his breath, forgot to frown; his mouth was agape in disbelief.
Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall raised her hand, and her solemn voice clearly resounded throughout the classroom:
"For demonstrating a revolutionary concept of magical control and a profound understanding of the nature of Transfiguration, Gryffindor an additional 100 points."
100 points!
These three words exploded in the classroom like a thunderclap, instantly shattering all tranquility!
"Great!" Neville jumped up from his seat, clenching his fists and bouncing twice.
He was so excited that his face turned bright red.
Olivia's eyes practically lit up, and she could barely speak coherently, "One hundred points! Draco, you're awesome!"
Ron's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, the veins on his hand gripping his wand bulging, his heart filled with a turbulent mix of resentment and jealousy.
Both are Gryffindor, so why is it that Malfoy can get 120 points on his first try, while Malfoy can't even straighten a needle?
His face felt like it had been slapped hard, leaving a suffocating pain in his chest.
Harry couldn't sit still any longer. He leaned forward, his eyes filled with utter shock and curiosity, his mind churning with countless questions: Just how many secrets is Draco Malfoy hiding?
They understood. Now, not only Hermione and the hawks, but Gryffindor understood as well.
Professor McGonagall stated that he "redefined Transfiguration."
This is no ordinary talent; it's clearly the ability to forge a completely new path at the level of an ancient wizard!
These words stirred up a storm in everyone's hearts, and even their hands trembled uncontrollably.
At this moment, the young wizards looked at Draco with nothing but shock and awe.
Hermione gazed at Draco's profile, her eyes shining brightly.
The previous setbacks have long since vanished, leaving only complete admiration for this vision and strength.
Now Hermione had only one thought in her mind: So Transfiguration could reach such a level; his vision was far beyond that of everyone else.
Draco, meeting the intense gazes of the room, humbly replied:
"Thank you, Professor. Your affirmation means a lot to me, but it also makes me see the vastness and depth of the ocean of Transfiguration."
"What I've accomplished today is merely touching its edge; it was the intricacies of the discipline itself that guided me, not the other way around."
"Your guidance has opened a new door for me, but I know clearly that the road behind that door will require ten times the effort to walk steadily."
[Ding--Deduct 1 Fortune Points ]
After she finished speaking, the classroom fell silent except for the sound of breathing, and even Professor McGonagall had a smile in her eyes.
She nodded slowly, her previous professional amazement now tinged with a newfound appreciation for the younger generation.
His exceptional talent, yet his humility and composure, are qualities far more valuable than any magical talent.