Shortly after 4 p.m., Scott and the Weasley twins meet on the third floor and make their way to the entrance to the principal's office.

Guarding here is a huge and ugly stone statue of a dripping mouth monster.

"Good afternoon, George, Fred." Scott greeted the two with a smile, "How's it going, have you made up the story?" ”

George patted his chest with confidence, "Of course, we have more than ten years of mature experience in this area. ”

"As long as we are serious, no one can see through our lies!" Fred also raised his head and said proudly.

"That's good." Scott smiled and nodded at them.

He turned to the statue and gave the order, which Dumbledore had told them in the morning.

"Chilled lemon juice."

After hearing the command, the stone statue guarding the entrance immediately came to life and jumped to the side, and the stone wall behind it slowly opened to both sides.

"Let's go."

Scott was the first to walk in.

Behind the wall is a spiral staircase, slowly moving upwards, like an escalator.

As the three of them stepped up the stairs, they heard the wall behind them slam and close.

Then they stood on the staircase, which continued to revolve higher and higher.

"Cool!"

George and Fred looked nervous and excited like kids riding the amusement park ride for the first time.

But they didn't get excited for long, and the stairs soon stopped.

Scott walked down the stairs and saw a shiny oak door in front of him, with a brass knocker in the shape of a sphin-headed beast hanging from the door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, where George and Fred stood alongside their robes.

The door opened.

"You're welcome." Dumbledore's voice came from within, "Mr. Trollope, two Mr. Weasleys. ”

Scott and the others walked into the extraordinarily spacious circular office, and looked at the furnishings inside.

The portraits of the former headmasters hanging on the walls, the silverware that spun smoke, the sorting hat on the shelf, the phoenix standing on the perched branch, everything seemed new and interesting.

Dumbledore was sitting behind a huge table with several three-tiered snack racks, smiling at them.

"I'd rather call you by your Christian names, Scott, George, and Fred." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the three thin footstools in front of the table, "Come and sit!" ”

He sniffed at the sweet snack on the table, "Oh! I can't wait. ”

Scott and the twins walked over to the table and sat down, and he saw that the twins were rarely a little reserved.

"Of course, you can call us by our first name, Professor." Scott said with a smile.

"After all, there are five Weasleys in the school right now!" George seemed to relax a little and made a joke.

"Oh, sure, I've been through more Weasleys than five." Dumbledore laughed too.

"And what do you want to drink, gentlemen?" He asked.

Scott chose black tea, and both George and Fred chose pumpkin juice.

Dumbledore tapped his wand on the table, and a steaming drink immediately appeared in the cup in front of them.

"You can add your own milk and sugar, fine, let's have afternoon tea together."

Somewhat impatiently, he cut a piece of chocolate cake and put it in front of him, picked up the silver spoon and took a bite.

"Delicious." He said intoxicatedly, and motioned to Scott for them to move too, "You guys should also choose what you like, don't be polite." ”

Scott nodded and chose a sandwich.

This is the only food on the table that is not part of dessert.

George chose the jam muffins and Fred the butter bread.

"Looks like you like traditional ways of eating." Dumbledore said to Scott.

Scott was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant.

The three-tiered dim sum rack of English afternoon tea is generally eaten from the bottom up, gradually from savory to sweet.

He nodded, not saying that he was not so particular, but simply not so fond of sweets.

"That's right."

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Scott's camera, two small puppets, and the improvised periscope appear on the table.

"Interesting little invention."

He tapped it with his wand, and the two little puppets immediately ran around the table, carrying the sugar cube jar in front of him.

This is much more nimble than they used to be able to execute Scott's commands and do repetitive mechanical movements.

"Was it inspired by wizarding chess?"

Dumbledore said as he watched the puppet add sugar cubes to his cup.

"Yes, Professor." Scott was also staring at the two little puppets.

Dumbledore looked up at him, smiled and asked, "You must be wondering, did I use magic to manipulate the movements of these two puppeteers?" ”

Skod's head.

Dumbledore picked up the spoon and stirred the sticky black tea in his cup.

At the same time, the two little puppets began to dance on the table.

"The answer is no manipulation." Dumbledore said, looking at Scott expectantly.

"Do you know why, Scott?"

The opportunity to ask for advice was already in front of him, and of course Scott would go with the stick.

"I'm sorry, Professor." He shook his head, "I've tried many ways about it, but the result is just as you can see...... Maybe you'd like to give me an after-school tutoring session? ”

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, I would love to teach good students. However, you need to talk about your understanding of this transfiguration first. ”

"Absolutely."

Scott gathered his thoughts for a moment and then spoke: "Leaving aside the metamorphosis of animals and human bodies, it seems to me that the 'works' obtained by transforming dead objects into 'living things' can be roughly divided into two kinds, or two stages. ”

Dumbledore nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue.

"The first one is like this."

Scott pulled out his wand and turned a spoon on the table into a sparrow.

The sparrow chirps, jumps around on the table, and combs its feathers with its beak to look lifelike.

"Wonderful." Dumbledore complimented softly.

Scott continued: "There is a limit to this level of deformation. Although this sparrow looks like a real sparrow from the outside, it can only do some simple actions that are set. ”

The sparrow on the table looks very vivid, but if you look closely, you can see that its movements are repeated, like a looping movie.

"To make it truly like it is alive......"

Scott stretched out his wand again and tapped it, and the sparrow flew up and stopped in front of Fred and began to peck at the crumbs he had dropped on the table.

"It's going to take me to maneuver it all the time." Scott said, his eyes kept on the sparrow.

"When it's out of my sight, it's the same way it used to be."

With that, he looked away.

The other three saw that the sparrow began to repeat the first few movements.

"Of course, this is just a demonstration." "It doesn't have to be eye contact, it can be controlled as long as my magic can perceive it," Scott said. ”

This time he didn't look that way, but the sparrow suddenly flew up and pecked at the bread in Fred's hand.

"That's it."

Scott turned a deaf ear to Fred's protests and began a final summary.

"In my vision, if I were to do something with this kind of transfiguration, there would be a limit to how many 'works' a wizard could manipulate at the same time."

He looked at the two puppets dancing on the table.

"So I've been trying to conjure up 'works' that can act on their own, and they're the result of this immature attempt."

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