Chapter 18: Crisis of the Mind

After more than a year of contact with magic, Fang Yan's original heart of pursuing power has gradually changed, and he has been deeply attracted by the mystery and vastness of the wizarding world. www.biquge.info I don't know when the thought of "seeing where the end of magic is" has been quietly buried in his heart, brewing with the passage of time.

In fact, the most interesting classes at Hogwarts are Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Potions. These four courses are almost the cornerstone of this world's magic system, and if they can fully penetrate their essence and the fields they extend, this world's magic system can roughly form a magic tree in the heart of the dialect, thus helping him trace the origin of this world's magic. The dialect with the "shaman" heritage undoubtedly has a greater advantage over the aborigines of this world in this regard.

All of the students in Professor McGonagall's class were well-behaved, except for a little fear of the strict professor, but more of an anticipation of the magical Transfiguration class. In front of everyone, Professor McGonagall transforms the lectern into a pig and then back again, and to the students who can't wait to learn this magic, Professor McGonagall regrets to tell them that it is a spell that will take a long time to learn. Fang Yan couldn't help grinning, and a trace of regret flashed in his heart. In fact, he had learned the theory of this magic almost completely, but he was limited by his magic level and could not actually use it.

During the roll call in class, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but look at him twice when she called out the names of the dialects. This was not only because Dialect was the best performer at the Sorting Ceremony, but also because Dialect had written to Professor McGonagall in the time leading up to the school year, asking her a lot about Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall was very impressed with him.

After jotting down a lot of intricate notes, she handed each one a match and began to try to turn them into a needle. Almost as soon as Professor McGonagall made her request, the dialect naturally turned it into a perfect needle, and before Professor McGonagall could notice it, the student sitting next to him shouted out loudly.

"Excellent! Mr. Abbott has set a good example for you, and he has perfectly turned a match into a silver needle. Ravenclaw plus ten! Professor McGonagall had a smile of satisfaction on her face, not surprised that Fang Yan could behave in such a way. Having had a lot of communication with dialects, she naturally knew that dialects' attainments in metamorphosis at this time were no less than those of fourth and fifth grade students, and their theoretical knowledge was even stronger.

As in any other class, Dialect seized the opportunity to ask McGonagall for more advanced knowledge. Although it was a pity that Dialect, a student with a high talent for Transfiguration, did not choose Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall answered Dialect's questions responsibly out of her responsibilities, and Dialect gained a lot.

However, of all the classes at Hogwarts, the most satisfying one in tongues was the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. At this time, the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts class was none other than the original Professor Quirrell, the unlucky ghost who was possessed by Voldemort. Unlike the original book, Professor Quirrell, who was not yet possessed by Voldemort at this time, was the most popular young professor in all of Hogwarts.

Fang Yan was still suspicious of the rumors, but when he took a lesson with Professor Quirrell, he couldn't help but admire. At this time, Professor Quirrell was very knowledgeable and personable, and his lectures were humorous and engaging. Quirrell was able to answer difficult magical questions when Dialect asked him some difficult questions, and took good care of Dialect, a Ravenclaw student.

Yes, Quirrell was also a Ravenclaw graduate, and he was also the school's man of the day. Some of the sixth and seventh graders were still full of admiration and admiration when they mentioned Professor Quirrell, and they didn't see at all that he would become the timid, cowardly, stammering tragic figure next year.

Looking at Professor Quirrell, who was patiently guiding a freshman at this time, Fang Yan's heart was full of regret. He knew that that would all change when Quirrell returned from a trip to Albania next summer. Quirrell would become Voldemort's servant, helping his master in his quest to seize the Philosopher's Stone hidden at Hogwarts, and eventually receiving a boxed lunch as tragic cannon fodder.

Just looking at Senior Quirrell who is taking care of him in every way now, Fang Yan couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, if he followed the original plot, it was undoubtedly his only chance to get the Philosopher's Stone, but to watch Quirrell go to the point of no return, he didn't feel good in his heart.

Obey the plot and watch Quirrell die? Or save Quirrell and take the plot down the unknown path? These two ideas kept colliding in the minds of the dialects, one as soon as they gained the upper hand and the other pulled it down. Fang Yan only felt that his brain was about to explode, and his thinking was chaotic. Fang Yan, who cared too much about the Philosopher's Stone, actually had the idea of escaping, and he encountered the first dilemma on his cultivation path after a smooth journey.

"Sean, what's wrong with you? Aren't you sick?! Qiu Zhang Zheng, who was sitting next to Fang Yan, habitually and secretly paid attention to Fang Yan, and suddenly found that Fang Yan's face had become extremely abnormal, as if he was enduring some pain, and couldn't help but say with concern.

Qiu Zhang's words were like a thunderbolt that woke up Fang Yan from his chaotic thoughts, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, and only then did he remember the escape thoughts he had just generated, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, when he became in a predicament, he would instinctively choose to escape, and he was bent on following the original plot to pick up the cheap! In fact, the plot has changed since he came to this world, and the original book can only be used as a reference and cannot become a guideline for his own actions.

"Thank you Qiu, I'm fine." Fang Yan then remembered that it was Qiu Zhang who woke him up from his chaotic thoughts, and couldn't help but thank Qiu Zhang who was still looking at him with a look of concern, and successfully made the little girl blush again.

"No, it's okay! You're fine......" Qiu Zhang muttered with her head down, she was still so shy in front of the dialect after all this time.

Fang Yan looked helplessly at Qiu, who turned himself into an ostrich again, and there was really nothing he could do about the girl's shyness in front of him.

Turning his head, a fierce color flashed in Fang Yan's eyes, "Isn't it Voldemort, then play with you, I can't help but snatch the Philosopher's Stone from your tiger's mouth, and save Quirrell as well!" ”

The idea must be certain, the dialect only feels that his heart is suddenly clear, his brain has a feeling of lightness, and his thinking speed is much faster than usual. Only then did it suddenly turn out that he had unknowingly passed a spiritual crisis. If Fang Yan finally decides to follow the plot, then he will have distrust in his own abilities, doubt himself, and deny himself. Although there are no adverse consequences for a while, it will definitely become a shackle on his way forward in the future, and it will be difficult to break.

Thinking about this, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel afraid of himself, he didn't expect that there were so many crises hidden in the path of cultivation, and one wrong step would be a catastrophe. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to escape this time, otherwise I would have been in big trouble in the future.

"It seems that I will pay more attention to spiritual cultivation in the future!" Fang Yan thought silently in his heart.

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