However, less than two meters down, a staircase appeared out of thin air and caught Miranda.
Miranda looked up at Hoffa and said, "Jump!"
Hoffa cursed inwardly. This is a school made by lunatics!
With that, he jumped off the railing amidst the cursing of the oil painting. After falling two meters, a moving staircase suddenly changed direction. It caught Hoffa, as if it was afraid that he would fall to his death.
Following Miranda, the two of them walked through the changing staircase in the air.
The two of them jumped down from a height of seven floors just like that.
As soon as they stepped on the ground, Miranda pushed open a wooden door with a moving wall.
In front of them, the corridor was constantly changing positions.
Those doors were like the roulette wheel of a lottery, spinning around and around.
Miranda was decisive and pushed open one door after another.
At the end of the corridor, there was a black iron door. Hoffa wanted to push the door open, but Miranda pulled him back.
"Wait a minute."
Hoffa stood still.
Ten seconds later, a wall knocked open this wall, as if to say, "Hey, this is my territory, buddy."
There was an oak door on this wall.
Miranda immediately pulled Hoffa through the door.
After the two of them disappeared through the door, the wall was smashed open by another wall in a disgruntled manner.
After entering, they saw the classroom for the Transformation class.
It was a circular classroom with ring-shaped tables. The classroom was full of children, and there was a tall auburn-haired man casually leaning against the podium.
The children heard the noise and turned to look at the two people at the door in surprise.
Hoffa's heart sank. Were they still late?
Dumbledore looked at the two people who pushed the door open with interest.
He looked up at the clock and smiled. "Three minutes late. According to the rules, I should deduct three points from you. But today is the day the staircase is on holiday, so I'll give you three points. Now, hurry up and find a seat. "
Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.
The staircase was on holiday, and the staircase was on holiday.
No wonder those guys were running around excitedly.
The four schools had classes together, and the popular Dumbledore was teaching. The good seats near the podium in the classroom were all full.
Miranda sat in the corner and waved at Hoffa after sitting down, motioning for him to sit beside her.
Hoffa was a little reluctant because a silver-haired girl was already sitting in the corner she chose.
But class had already started, and he couldn't refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and sit down.
Aglaia glanced at Hoffa and Miranda, frowning and moved to the right to show her disgust for them.
The two Gryffindor boys on her right blushed and were too embarrassed to say a word.
The conflict between the kids made Huo Fa bored. He took out his notes and listened attentively.
In Huo Fa's heart, becoming an Animagus was one of his goals.
If he couldn't turn into an animal, then he was no different from a salted fish. Of course, if he wanted to become an Animagus. Dumbledore's transformation class, he couldn't fall behind.
After everyone was seated, Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction. He cleared his throat and tapped the table next to him with his magic wand.
Suddenly, the podium let out a roar that filled the entire sky.
"Roar!"
It suddenly changed from a four-legged table to a four-legged lion.
The students in the front row were shocked and shrank back.
Dumbledore waved his magic wand again, and the lion turned into a small black and white badger in the air.
It arched its nose and sniffed back and forth a few times. Suddenly, the badger's ribs sprouted wings, and it turned into an eagle with a wide wingspan.
The eagle flew up, circled the classroom three times, and slowly landed.
As it landed, its legs fused and lengthened, and when it completely landed, it turned into an elegant spotted python, hissing and flicking its tongue.
The python circled back to the lecture. Dumbledore waved his magic wand, and the snake turned back into the table.
All the students were stunned, including Hoffa. In his previous life, he had seen many cool magic effects in movies, but he had never seen such a real and precise transformation.
After Dumbledore became the headmaster, he rarely showed his skills in Transfiguration, so no one knew that he was a real Transfiguration Master.
Dumbledore slowly opened his mouth to the students' shock.
"Transfiguration is the most complicated and demanding magic among all magic spells. How to change the structure of something without destroying its essence, this is the eternal debate of generations of wizards. "
Seeing that the students were listening attentively, Dumbledore waved his magic wand.
Suddenly, the curtains were drawn.
The light in the classroom dimmed, and several projector screens were suddenly hung around.
Dumbledore said, "As the first transformation class, I will first teach you not magic, but the most important quality of transformation, caution."
As he spoke, black and white photos flashed on the screen.
Hoffa's eyes widened. On the projector screen, there were many terrifying monsters.
Dumbledore said, "In the field of transformation, some wizards have gone further than ordinary people. All the great transformations that you can think of have been tried by various wizards. However, some wizards have succeeded, but more wizards have failed in the process of searching for knowledge.
The reason for failure, without exception, is that they were not cautious enough. "
The black and white photos stopped.
Hoffa saw that the photo was a hand-drawn drawing of a huge sphinx.
"Two thousand years ago, the great transformation master of ancient Egypt, the Sphinx, reached the pinnacle in his pursuit of transformation. Unfortunately, in the end, he still confused the difference between structure and essence, and in the process of transformation, he turned himself into a half-man, half-lion monster and lost his rationality. "
The image on the projector screen changed again.
A harpy with a human face and a bird's body with a painful expression appeared.
Dumbledore said, "One thousand years ago, the greatest witch of ancient Greece, the Siren. In the process of her pursuit of flight, she sacrificed her rationality and completely stripped away her humanity, thus becoming a monster with a human face and a bird's body. To this day, her descendants are still wandering in the Greek peninsula in pain. "
The projection once again turned into a hand-drawn drawing of a half-man, half-bull.
Dumbledore said, "In the 13th century, the famous wizard Minotaurus tried to turn into a bull in the process of a duel with someone, but unfortunately, he was blinded by anger, so he could only be a creature that was neither human nor bull for the rest of his life, surviving on his own vomit."
Hearing the calm words of the man on the podium, the faces of the people in the classroom turned pale.
Hoffa didn't expect that some of the monsters in myths and legends were actually real, and that most of them were related to transformation.
In his previous life, when he read novels, he only saw the interesting aspects of Animagus, but he didn't expect there to be so many dangerous stories behind the scenes.
After talking about more than ten failed transformations, the classroom was silent.
Suddenly, an arm was raised high.
Dumbledore nodded. "Tom, speak."
Tom Riddle slowly stood up and asked with a respectful expression, "Sir, what does it mean to change the structure without changing the essence? In my opinion, when the structure changes, the essence will definitely change as well. "
"This is a very important question, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Every transformation master has a different view on this question, but in my opinion, the essence is your goal and heart. Use the goal in your heart as a beacon, and use love and tolerance as a guide. Only then can you maintain yourself in the complicated transformation process. Of course, this change is limited to the biological transformation of the Animagus. "
Tom said politely, "Thank you very much, sir."
He sat down, and Hoffa couldn't see his expression clearly. In his previous life, when he read books, he didn't know if Lord Voldemort was an Animagus, but now it seemed that Lord Voldemort's strength should be in black magic, and not transformations.
After explaining Tom Riddle's question, Dumbledore asked each student to take a small piece of wood and let them use their magic wands to change the wood into other shapes.
After taking the wood, Hoffa saw the students take out their magic wands and began to knock on the wood.
Suddenly, the classroom flashed with colorful lights, and some students held their magic wands and cast spells on the wood.
Some of the wood directly burst into flames, some turned into a pile of mud under the light of the magic wands, and some even grew two legs and ran away.
Dumbledore loudly reminded the students, "Be rational, don't be confused, keep your goal in your mind!"
But it was useless. A group of young wizards didn't know what to do at all.
The students of Ravenclaw and Slytherin were relatively calm, but the students of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were about to blow the roof off.
The two Gryffindor boys beside Aglaia were the same. One of them poked the wood into a pig's head, while the other made the wood explode. His face was blasted black and his hair stood up high.
Aglaia showed a look of disgust and ridicule, and she moved a little to the left.
Miranda silently took out her magic wand and tapped on the wood. The wood floated up and slowly changed shape in the air.
In the end, it turned into something like an owl. It looked ugly, but it could barely be considered an owl.
Miranda said to Hoffa, "Dumbledore should give me at least five points for this."
"Ridiculous." Aglaia was the one who replied.
She crossed her arms and sneered, "You're satisfied with that kind of garbage?"
Miranda looked at Aglaia gently and politely, as if to say, "If you're so good, why don't you do it?"
The silver-haired girl arrogantly took out a magic wand that shone with silver light and pointed it at the wood in front of her.
Then, under Hoffa's shocked gaze, the wood slowly grew on the table and turned into an exquisite tree carving. The carving was very lifelike, and there were even small leaves. The lines on the leaves could be seen.
After the transformation, she put away her magic wand and sneered at Miranda.
Miranda looked at the other party's tree sculpture, then looked at her own owl, and shrugged. "You're good."
She didn't argue with Aglaia, and she didn't even get angry.
Hoffa admired Miranda. She didn't even get angry. If it was him, he was afraid …
Aglaia said to Miranda, "But you're not bad. Some people don't even dare to try."
As she spoke, she raised her head and stared at Hoffa from the corner of her eyes.
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