Chapter 521: Chapter 156: The Strongest Defense Against the Dark Arts!
This is clearly a very targeted question.
What Ian received wasn’t an examination question.
It was a challenge to Gamp’s Basic Transformation Law. It was evident that Professor McGonagall, often interrupted at night by little wizards during her off hours as a transformation class professor, had been aware of Ian’s level in transformation technique and so peculiarities for so ti. Now she rely wanted to verify her inner suspicions.
Her mindset wasn’t too different from Professor Flitwick’s.
"Alright, Professor."
Ian finally awaited this mont to reveal his talent before the cat, imdiately casting his transformation spell, with no intention whatsoever of concealing his uniqueness.
As Ian uttered the most basic, simplest transformation spell without any specificity, an invisible force erged from the magic wand and spread quietly.
The button began to change.
The originally smooth surface began to ripple like waves on water, then these ripples gathered into streams, spreading along the edges of the button. The button’s color changed from silver to blazing gold, shining as if flas burned inside, yet without any heat escaping.
As the spell continued, the button’s shape rapidly transford. No longer rounded, it gradually elongated and twisted, as if countless tiny hands were pulling and reshaping its structure internally. The button’s texture underwent a dramatic change, shifting from hard material to a flexible and elastic substance.
"Indeed."
Professor McGonagall watched Ian complete the task with a complex expression.
Within the golden light, the outline of a broom began to appear, first the slender handle, then the broad broom head, where each "hair" was clearly visible.
Shimring with the magic’s unique radiance.
It floated silently in midair. The unremarkable button had now transford into a delicate flying broom, adorned with tiny runes shimring with magic power, the broom tail’s hairs soft and lustrous, as if ready to fly its owner through the skies.
"You have an extraordinary talent, Mr. Prince; it will lead you towards the dreams all transformation technique researchers yearn for, making you an incomparable master of transformation technique."
"The history of transformation technique is destined to include writings about you."
Professor McGonagall gently stroked every inch of the broom, feeling the magic power contained within, expressing heartfelt expectation and evaluation for Ian’s future.
"I can’t think of any flaw in this magic." Professor McGonagall also gave Ian a big O and handed over a slightly yellowed notebook.
"I’m really curious about what your Animagus form will be like. This is the notes I’ve recently organized and revised. I hope you can spare so ti during the vacation for related studies."
Professor McGonagall generally wouldn’t offer little wizards any special tutelage, but evidently, she felt she had encountered an extraordinary situation, so teaching in accordance with individual aptitude is what it should be under Hogwarts’ teaching model.
"By rlin! Is this your notes?"
Ian received the notebook with great delight.
"I’ll guide you in researching and cultivating the Animagus transformation next sester. I hope you won’t start attempting it during the vacation due to impulse and leave lifelong regrets."
Professor McGonagall’s eyes were full of the appreciation for talent, solemnly advising Ian, clearly not wanting him to suffer from any impulsive actions.
"Thank you for your generosity! Rest assured, Professor, I’ll surely wait until next sester to learn this dangerous magic under your guidance." Ian, who valued his life, had many other magics to learn, so wouldn’t have any impulsive urge to recklessly study Animagus.
"It would be best if you truly keep it in mind."
Professor McGonagall waved her hand.
Ian took his leave.
The next little wizard began his first-year normal assessnt. The sequentially dejected expressions of little wizards leaving the examination hall fully indicated that transformation technique was indeed challenging for them.
Ian didn’t linger too long.
He still had his good uncle Professor Snape’s potions practical exam to take.
Honestly speaking.
Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick gave high evaluations for Ian’s exams, and good Uncle Snape was actually the sa, just expressing the sa sentint in different ways.
"Bloody hell, this is wicked!"
Seeing Ian use "Extre Fusion" to concoct a super-quality potion, Snape’s face was filled with an incredulous expression, simultaneously expressing his praise for Ian in his own way.
"There’s sothing wrong with your hands!"
Snape repeatedly inspected Ian’s hands several tis, failing to find any suspicious elents, yet he clearly saw Ian brew an impossible potion with impossible-to-brew ingredients. Staring intently at Ian, he didn’t expect Ian to look utterly perplexed.
"Isn’t that how potions are brewed?"
A highly punchable expression.
And also that self-satisfied performance. If there weren’t many students waiting for their exams, Snape would have insisted on spending an entire day with Ian.
"Get out of my sight quickly! You disobedient little brat!" Snape also gave Ian an O, but at the sa ti added his loud roar.
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