Hoffa's face darkened at her innuendo. He picked up his wand and gently tapped on the small piece of wood in front of him. He was thinking about a wooden sword.
Magic flowed out of the wand. Hoffa used his mind to control the magic and infuse it into the wood. Suddenly, he had a magical feeling. It was as if he was grabbing a piece of plasticine out of thin air.
Under the effect of the magic, the wood seemed to have a strong plasticity.
So that's how it is. Purpose and structure?
Hoffa understood. He closed his eyes. In his mind, he was thinking about a Sparkle Blade.
The wood began to elongate, lengthen, and then flatten under Hoffa's mental control.
During the process, Hoffa frowned.
No, there were not enough details. The blade could not be called a sword.
So he began to carefully think about the shape of the hilt and the shape of the guard.
On the table, the small wooden sword became more and more realistic. At first, it was just a rough embryo. Slowly, the patterns on the hilt were carved.
Miranda praised softly, while Aglaia muttered disdainfully, "There's still something …"
After finishing the carving, Hoffa opened his eyes and looked at the small sword in front of him. There was not much joy on his face.
Miranda exclaimed, "You're really something. You did it!"
Hoffa shook his head and closed his eyes again. He felt that something was wrong.
After all, he still wanted to transform into an Animagus. Just turning a piece of wood into a wooden sword was not enough!
Think about it, what was the difference between this and making a rubber sword out of plasticine? The essence of the wooden sword was still wood. There was no change. This was not magic at all. It was not magical at all.
Essence, change, goal.
The key words Dumbledore said were spinning in Hoffa's mind.
No, the sword should be made of iron. The goal of the sword should be to kill, and the wooden sword could only be used as a toy.
So Hoffa focused his mind and immersed his mind into the wooden sword in front of him, trying to perceive more details.
However, he could not. His mind could feel every fiber of the wood, but he still could not feel the essence of the wood. Not to mention change.
Was his mind not enough?
Hoffa frowned. Suddenly, he thought of Milareba's meditation. Meditation could improve his mind.
Hoffa opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone around him was struggling to change the shape of the wood. No one cared about him in the corner.
He cleared his mind, closed his eyes, and entered the state of meditation.
At this moment, his mind was magnified several times under the effect of meditation. If he wanted to, he could perceive the whole picture of the classroom without using his eyes.
But Huo Fa didn't. He was completely immersed in the wooden sword. To explore the essence of the wood..
His powerful mind power was like a spider web, seeping into the wooden sword bit by bit. His mind power penetrated through the fibers, through the cells, through the nuclei, all the way to the essence of the organic matter.
......... of....
The black and white world suddenly became colorful. It was as if he had come to another dimension. . Countless tiny particles around him turned and changed. Endless colors mixed and spread in front of him.
The magic took Hoffa to a completely unknown world. A new world of transformation opened in front of Hoffa. He felt happy. He felt like he had the power to control everything!
Yes, this was it!
…
In the real world, the wooden sword in front of Hoffa suddenly exploded into powder and disappeared in the air.
Miranda had a slightly solemn expression on her face.
Aglaea, on the other hand, put on a smug smile. She thought to herself that the idiot had made the sword disappear!
In the classroom, Dumbledore, who was correcting a student's mistakes, suddenly turned his head and looked at the corner.
A strong mind power suddenly appeared in the classroom!
Tom Riddle on the other side of the classroom frowned. He felt something.
Dumbledore put down what he was doing and walked quickly to the corner. Everyone's gazes followed him and turned to look at him.
When he came to the corner, Dumbledore saw Hoffa with his eyes closed.
The next second, Hoffa raised his wand.
In the air, traces of sparkling metallic light appeared.
Under everyone's shocked eyes.
The metallic light quickly arranged and formed a blade, a guard, and a hilt.
Dumbledore's blue eyes suddenly widened.
The cold Sparkle blade showed that this was a metal sword, not a wooden sword.
Miranda opened her mouth in disbelief.
Aglaia's face was pale. She suddenly stood up with her hands on the table.
The surrounding students all turned their heads and looked at this magical scene.
They didn't know what was going on. They only saw a metal sword appear out of thin air.
But Dumbledore knew that the boy in front of him had changed the nature of things!
After the transformation, Hoffa opened his eyes with a pale face. His eyes were full of joy. He grabbed the sharp sword in front of him.
He did it! He used a transformation spell to change the nature of things. That was magic!
Dumbledore clapped his hands sincerely. Soon, the surrounding students followed Dumbledore and clapped their hands. They didn't know why, but they felt that it was very powerful.
Tom Marvolo stood up and looked at Ravenclaw's table with a frown. He muttered in disbelief, "Hoffa …!?"
Hoffa, who was silent in the joy of completing the transformation, was shocked by the applause. He looked up and saw that he was surrounded by people. They were all applauding in shock.
What's going on? Isn't this a basic operation?
Dumbledore pulled Hoffa up without any explanation. He looked at him as if he was looking at a rare treasure. Then, he took the small sword that Hoffa had transformed into, raised it high, and said in a praising tone:
"You've overachieved the task, you've overachieved the task, Hoffa! Look. I've never seen a first-year student who could do this. It's too outstanding. The last person who could transform like this was Nick Lemay from more than 500 years ago. Extra 50 points for Ravenclaw. "
He was so happy that he didn't even think about looking at the other people's works carefully.
Aglaea was so infuriated that she walked out in exasperation as soon as the class was over and threw her wooden tree into the trash can.
After class, Hoffa also wanted to leave the classroom, but Dumbledore stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Hoffa."
Hoffa stood still as the crowd walked past him. Ravenclaw's classmates excitedly patted him on the shoulder. They were encouraging him, but Hoffa saw Tom Riddle pass by him with a gloomy face. When they passed by each other, he heard an undetectable whisper.
"You're really good, Hoffa."
After everyone left the classroom, Dumbledore pointed at the table in front of him. Hoffa sat down in confusion.
Dumbledore looked at the earrings on Hoffa's ears and smiled. "Looks like you get along well with Minx."
Thinking of Indor, Hoffa could only scratch his head. "It's okay, but I can't take it off."
"Why do you have to take it off? It's a gift from a friend."
Dumbledore pulled a stool and sat down. He crossed his fingers and his expression became serious.
"Do you know that what you just did was very dangerous?"
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand.
Dumbledore handed the sword back to Hoffa and said seriously, "Can you change the sword back?"
Hoffa stared at the wooden sword for a while and suddenly his face turned pale. He knew why Dumbledore wanted him to stay. He understood the structure of metal atoms, but he didn't understand the structure of trees. He couldn't change it back at all.
Dumbledore crossed his arms and said softly, "Be careful, Hoffa. Be careful. I've seen too many talented shapeshifters who weren't careful enough.
You have a very strong spiritual talent, but you have to remember that changing the structure of things, not the nature of things. The ecstasy and impulse brought by the change can easily make people lose themselves in it.
In my opinion, you've just completed an irreversible change. If the object you changed into was not a piece of wood, but yourself. You've completely lost yourself. "
Hoffa looked at Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Dumbledore straightened up and tapped the metal sword with his wand.
The metal sword slowly turned back into a small piece of wood.
"Remember, a true shapeshifter not only has to be able to turn stone into gold, but also turn metal into stone."
Dumbledore's words scared Hoffa for a long time, so much so that when he walked out of the classroom, his back was still covered in cold sweat.
Indeed, at the moment he completed his transformation, he was almost overwhelmed with joy. At that moment, he even felt that transforming into an Animagus was just around the corner.
But now, it seemed that he still had a long, long way to go.
The other students didn't know about Dumbledore's warning to Hoffa. They were all talking about how Ravenclaw had a student who was good at shapeshifting. Ravenclaw's students thought of Hoffa as a hero. Although Professor Ghoshak deducted 70 points from them, Dumbledore added 50 points, so the points were more or less canceled out.
But unlike the other students, Aglaia's attitude towards Hoffa became more and more unfriendly.
No matter what, she only gave Hoffa a sour face.
On Tuesday, during their herbology class, she deliberately changed the fungus plant under Hoffa's care to a pot of man-eating flowers, wanting to see him make a fool of himself. Fortunately, the dean of Hufflepuff, Herbert Beery, reminded him in time, so he didn't fall for it. Otherwise, his nose might have been torn off by that terrible plant.
On Wednesday, during the astronomy class, she laughed at Hoffa in public, because Hoffa mixed up Ganymede and Europa.
Hoffa thought that this little girl might not have been bullied since she was a child, so she suddenly encountered a blow. So she held a grudge against him, but the more she acted like this, the more Hoffa ignored her. He thought of her as a clown.
During the day, he went to class in the morning, and at night, he meditated in the breeze in the common room.
If he had some free time, he would go to the library to find a way to use the Illusion Spell.
But unfortunately, the areas in the library that junior students could explore were quite limited, and those places only had some basic theory books. There was no specific spell book at all.
If he couldn't find a way to become invisible, he couldn't explore Hogwarts.
But Hoffa wasn't in a hurry, he had plenty of time. If Aglaia didn't annoy him, he would feel that life in Hogwarts was too perfect.
This peace lasted until Thursday.
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