There was no Potions for Snape today, so both of them breathed a temporary sigh of relief.
Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was in the morning, and now that the theoretical knowledge had been covered, it was time to cast spells.
Professor McGonagall, who had turned into a tabby cat, quietly nestled on the podium. After interacting with her for the past few days, everyone knew that this cat was Professor McGonagall.
Therefore, there were no curious young Magi who went to tease him.
After all, an older cat girl was not someone they could touch.
Professor McGonagall gave everyone a match when it was time for class.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to work on Transfiguration Charm for this lesson.”
As she spoke, Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at the tall podium and whispered an incantation.
Bang!
A white mist suddenly floated past, and soon, the hard podium instantly turned into a pink-skinned pig.
He could even hear a humming sound.
"Wow!"
Although they had seen Professor McGonagall turn a button into a frog at the beginning of the class, they couldn't help but look surprised.
"For this term's Transfiguration final exam, you will need to turn a mouse into a snuffle pot!”After Professor McGonagall's performance, she turned the running pig back into its original form.
With a wave of his wand, the Levitation Charm sent the table back to its original position.
Hearing the final assignment left behind by Professor McGonagall, the young wizards all looked troubled.
Turning a living thing into a dead thing was beyond their understanding.
"What we need to learn now is to turn the match in our hands into a needle. I believe this is not difficult for some people who are listening carefully.”Professor McGonagall glanced at Lorne and Hermione in the front row.”
After hearing the bonus points, the eyes of the two young wizards instantly lit up. They immediately took out their wands and aimed them at the match.
Lorne, on the other hand, unhurriedly took out his wand. For him, who had turned the button into a frog in the first lesson, the transformation in this lesson was not difficult.
Next to her, Miss Hermione also took out her wand, pointed it at the match, and chanted a spell word by word:
"Transfiguration Charm!"
Soon, under the curious gaze of Lorne and Hermione, the match began to twist.
In a short while, the top half of the match had turned into a metal needle tip, but the bottom half remained the same. It was still a long wooden strip.
"I failed." Hermione was not disheartened, but continued to wave her wand.
However, there were always some problems.
"Perhaps you can close your eyes." Lorne reminded.
Hermione's eyes were fixed on the match as she cast the Transfiguration Charm, which could easily affect the shape of the needle in her mind.
"Let me try!"
Hermione nodded and closed her eyes.
"Carefully construct the shape of the needle in your mind. Don't think about the original shape of the match.”
A gentle voice whispered in her ear as a guide.
"Transfiguration Charm!"
With a pleasant sound, the match in front of him immediately began to twist. All kinds of accidents did not happen this time.
A thin needle with a metallic luster lay quietly on the table.
"An impeccable transformation, Miss Granger.”
Professor McGonagall walked over from the podium and took a look at the needle.
"Ten points to Gryffindor!"
"Thank you, Professor. Thanks to Lorne's help.”
Hermione had not forgotten Lorne's guidance.
Moreover, her desire for the academy points was no longer as strong.
Because no matter where it was added back, it would end up on Harry and Ron.
Miss Hermione was tired.
"Oh, Mr. Geralt." Mag looked at Lorne. The match was still on the table in front of him."It seems that something has happened to you."”
"Of course, Professor, but I think I know how to do it now.”
"Transfiguration Charm,"
Lorne picked up his wand and struck the match. A thin needle quickly transformed into something very similar to the one Hermione had conjured.
There were also no flaws.
"Well done."
Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction.
However, only the first person to complete it would get extra points, so it was a pity that Slytherin did not get any points for this lesson.
Hermione also thought of this. She pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at Lorne's side profile.
No one knew what she was thinking.
Professor McGonagall, who was walking back to the podium, watched the interaction between the little snake and the little lion, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile.
That was great.
——
The sunset was beautiful.
Especially on a snowy day, through the window, the outside seemed to be covered in snow. Even the black lake was covered in a thin layer of ice.
As it was too cold outside, the young Magi chose to return to their bedrooms after class to prepare a cup of hot chocolate milk.
Lorne and Hermione did not choose to study in the library again, because Madam Pince had left work early on a snowy day and, according to the ghosts, had gone to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade for a drink.
Therefore, the only places they could go to now were their respective academies.
Lorne took Hermione's Charms notebook in his hand and left her at the top of the stairs.
When he returned to Slytherin, Lorne went to visit Professor Quirrell.
The dear Professor Quirrell was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, looking half dead.
He only took a glance from afar before turning around and going back.
As long as he didn't die.
Recently, he had made considerable progress in his Killing Curse, and he was thinking about whether he should find Senior Tom to practice.
But seeing Quirrell like this, he thought about it and decided against it.
After all, he was alone.
You have to wait for the wool to grow out.
Back in the Slytherin lounge, Malfoy and Crabbe were playing wizard chess.
"Do you want to play together?"
Lorne raised his eyebrows and walked over.
After taking a few more glances, he returned to his bed.
He was not interested in wizard chess.
If he had the time, he might as well study hard.
Turning on the bedside light, Lorne took out Hermione's notebook.
The beautiful, continuous handwriting recorded everything that Professor Flitwick had said, and his keen eyes allowed him to spot a long, curly brown hair.
There was still a faint fragrance on it. It was Hermione's hair.
Looking at the long hair, Lorne thought for a moment and put it away.
What if he could use it in the future?
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