Generally speaking, the creatures that are transformed are the embodiment of the wizard's magic, and will obey the caster's various commands to a certain extent.

But the scimitar-horned snoring beast in front of him was obviously different, and Ivan found that he couldn't control the other party's movements, and with his current level of transfiguration, he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

It's as if the creature in front of you is real and not shaped......

"Stop!" Ivan pressed his wand against the head of the scimitar-horned snorer, trying to undo the transfiguration magic he had cast.

However, with a flash of white light, the scimitar-horned snorkel remained in place, looking at him with an innocent and frightened look.

Ivan's face was full of joy and shock, could it be that he had really completed a biological transformation and completely turned a wooden block into a scimitar-horned snoring beast? Created a whole new species?

Ivan subconsciously wanted to deny this possibility, and the more he studied, the more he understood the difficulty.

The examples of complete transfiguration in the wizarding world today are legends that I don't know if they are true or not.

On the contrary, a large number of transfiguration books explicitly state that transfiguration cannot really change the nature of things.

For example, food that has been transformed by magic must not be used to fill the stomach, because this food does not have any nutrients, and when the magic attached to it by the wizard is gone, it will change back to its original state, and even cause extremely serious accidents!

That's why there are so many impoverished wizards in the wizarding world, otherwise everyone can get all the resources they want with just one transfiguration.

"Could it be that it has something to do with the fact that the magic has been upgraded to the seventh level?" Ivan thought it was probably because of the enhancement of the transfiguration magic that allowed him to break through a certain limit.

Thinking of this possibility, Ivan immediately tried, and once again waved his wand at the crucible that had fallen to the ground.

Under the effect of magic, the crucible quickly melted into another scimitar-horned snoring beast, the size of a human head, it looked mighty and majestic, and it couldn't find any flaws in its appearance alone, but compared to the scimitar-horned snoring beast in his hand, Ivan always felt that something was missing......

"Stop!" Ivan waved his wand again, aiming at the newly conjured scimitar-horned snorer.

Unlike his previous spell cast, this time his transfiguration spell was lifted, and the scimitar-horned snorkel was transformed into a cauldron again.

"How so?" Ivan was very puzzled, it seemed that he had thought wrong before, even a seventh-level transformation magic could not completely change the nature of things......

Then there was only one last possibility—the protection mode was more powerful than he had imagined, powerful enough to easily reverse the nature of things, turning a sparse piece of wood into a living scimitar-horned snorer!

Of course, this was all just his guess, and for more specifics, he had to observe the scimitar-horned snorer for a few more days to see if it would change back to its original form to be truly sure.

With this in mind, Ivan took out a transparent jar from the drawer, poked out a few holes, and applied an extension charm to expand the space, intending to transform it into a new home for the scimitar-horned snorer, so that it could be observed these days.

By the time he had done it all and tossed the scimitar into it, it was nearly time for dinner.

Ivan didn't stay in the room for long, stuffed the jar into his pocket, and used the restoration charm to restore the things he had just destroyed, and left the place straight away, heading downstairs.

All the way to the third floor, Ivan unexpectedly ran into Crouch, who was about to return to the office, and changed direction and chased after him.

"Wait, Mr. Crouch!"

"What's wrong, Hals?" Crouch turned his head and looked at Ivan in surprise.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you found any news about Barty Jr.?" Ivan asked.

Ivan has been busy preparing for the second game these days, and really can't spare much energy to investigate Barty Jr.'s whereabouts, so he thinks that Crouch, who has been idle, may have something to gain.

However, listening to Ivan's words, Crouch's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Recently, Moody and I have been in charge of investigating the suspicious people in the castle, but there are no clues yet......"

Ivan was somewhat disappointed, it had been more than half a semester, but little Barty was still nowhere to be found.

Is it true that you have to hold on to the trophy of the Final Three and wait for the opponent to replace it with a portkey before capturing it?

But now anyone with a discerning eye can see that Harry's chances of winning the championship are slim, and Barty Jr. may not use the same method as the original plane.

So we had to catch Barty Jr. before the start of the third game.

"Mr. Crouch, do you have any obvious characteristics, preferences, or habits of your son Barty Jr.?" Ivan asked instead.

Crouch pondered for a moment, trying to recall everything about little Barty, and then he realized that he knew so little about this son that he could not tell little Barty in one breath about his hobbies and habits.

A slight look of guilt appeared on Crouch's face, and he was annoyed that he had neglected to care for Barty Jr. because he was so busy with his work. If he had found out in time that Barty Jr. was in close contact with some dark wizards, maybe things wouldn't have gotten to where they are today.

Although there were not many things that could be recalled, Crouch still said as much as he could in order to help Ivan.

"My son likes to play Quidditch and occasionally works on dangerous magic. In addition, he is a strong believer in the pure-blood theory, which may be the reason why he surrendered to the mystery man......"

"Is there anything more specific, such as a certain habit that can't be broken, the obvious one!" Ivan interrupted Crouch's words, it was impossible to determine the identity of little Barty based on these alone, judging from the experience of the original time and space, the other party was very good at disguise.

Crouch hesitated for a long time, and was about to shake his head, when something suddenly came to mind. "By the way, my son Barty Jr. has a sweet tooth, and since Azkaban came back, he has been obsessed with sweet things."

Ivan nodded, he thought it should be a good clue, if you are really addicted to something, it is not so easy to quit, and this kind of little habit is sometimes not necessarily noticeable to me.

"That's about all I know, I'll give you another picture of him!" Crouch sighed, took a picture from the pocket of his wizard's robe and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan stretched out his hand to take a look, and the photo showed a young wizard with pale skin and light yellow hair, with slightly sunken eye sockets, and he looked very thin.