Thanks to Merlin, the Slytherin common room is now back to normal, but no one wants to stay here, and the snakes are nesting in their dormitories to heal.

After dinner, Brie subconsciously cast a few deodorization charms before returning to his bedroom, where Sabini seemed to be in a bad place, lying on the bed in a daze, looking like he had been hit hard.

Brie didn't make a sound, quickly washed up, went to his desk to read the book, and when he saw the fascination, he didn't pay much attention to the sound behind him.

"It's you, right, who hates us like that but you?"

It's Sabini's voice, but this matter has something to do with Brie, but it's not big, and Brie can't bear it.

"I'm not going to do anything like that." Brie didn't reply, and continued to look at the "Beginner's Transfiguration Guide" in his hand, which was the textbook needed for tomorrow's Transfiguration course.

Shabini didn't say anything more, and turned back to his own quilt, he also knew that Brie didn't have such a big means to command Peeves, but seeing that Brie was not being persecuted, he naturally became angry.

Rubbing her brow, Brie put down her book, turned off the light on her side, and lay down in the comfortable quilt.

Brie thought to himself: The Weasley twins are indeed a bit bold......

The next morning was the Transfiguration class, and together with Gryffindor, the little snakes had regained their composure, or even if they were strong, they would not lose to Gryffindor!

Sitting silently in the front row, Brie still has confidence in Professor McGonagall, after all, he looks very rigorous, and it will definitely not be a teaching straw bag like Chino, but Brie feels that Chino is not weak, as if he is pretending to be something.

The large cloth turban around his head was, according to himself, given to him by an African prince to thank him for helping to drive away a difficult resurrected zombie, and the garlic smell was meant to ward off vampires.

Brie, an 11-year-old, didn't believe it, and didn't know how Dumbledore could be so innocent.

"Boom!" The classroom door was opened!

"Phew, it's finally time to catch up, look Harry, the old woman hasn't arrived yet." Ron Weasley gladly said to Harry Potter, and Potter relaxed.

Because they're late.

It's been a few minutes since class, but Professor McGonagall hasn't shown up, but Brie knows that the spotted cat sitting on the podium is Professor McGonagall, a powerful shapeshifting spell - Animagus that can completely transform a person into an animal and cannot be detected by magic.

Powerful also represents danger, this kind of magic is difficult to cast, requires a long time to prepare, and if you are not careful, you will fail, become a monster that is half human, half beast, or never be able to turn back into a human; Until now, there were only seven Animagus named by the Ministry of Magic, and Professor McGonagall was one of them.

And at this time, Malfoy, who was not far from Brie, had a gloomy face, as if he had hit him too hard yesterday, and he didn't taunt excitedly today, but just said softly: "Yo, isn't this Mr. Poult and poor Weasley, the famous savior is delayed in signing autographs for trolls on the road." ”

"Haha..."The Slytherin student next to him laughed, but he didn't look energetic.

The Gryffindors on the side were angry, and looked at the Slytherin people viciously, especially Malfoy, but it was indeed Harry and Ron's problem, and thinking of the news they got yesterday, they were about to fight back.

The tabby cat in the lecture jumped to its feet and landed on the ground, transforming into McGonagall's appearance.

For a moment, the whole tumultuous church was silent.

"Oh, Merlin's socks!" Ron Weasley and Harry Potter swallowed, and McGonagall stared at them.

Ron Weasley said weakly, "Hello, Professor McGonagall, we're lost, those stairs always take us where we don't need to go. ”

What a hapless Ron Weasley.

Brie looked at Ron Weasley with a smile in his eyes, hoping that he would do it himself, anyway, in McGonagall's eyes, the name Ron Weasley was recorded.

McGonagall was obviously okay with this explanation, but she wouldn't forgive the old woman Ron just said, and it was not a good behavior to talk about the professor behind her back, so she said: "I won't take sides with anyone, even if you are the little wizards of my house, so, Gryffindor deducts 2 points, now, you can go back to your place, I hope I don't need to find you a map of your seat, maybe I can turn you into a map." ”

McGonagall was wearing a green robe today, as stern and serious as ever.

Following McGonagall's words, Harry and Ron sat next to Brie, and now there were only some vacant seats next to Brie, but so close to Slytherin, Ron's face was not very good, Harry said to Brie, "I've seen it in Diagon Alley..."

But before Harry could finish speaking, he hurriedly finished it, this was Professor McGonagall's class, and Brie was a Slytherin person, and the house concept had begun to affect Harry Potter, and he didn't want to get too much contact with Slytherin people.

Brie nodded slightly, and began to listen to McGonagall's lecture.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous form of magic you'll ever learn at Hogwarts."

"Anyone who is mischievous in my class, I will ask him to go out, and he will never be allowed to come in again, I warned you."

McGonagall looked at the crowd with a straight face, and Brie watched as McGonagall transformed the podium into a pig, which snorted as if it were real, and then was transformed back by McGonagall.

"Wow!"

This transfiguration magic apparently piqued the interest of all the young wizards.

Brie was also eye-catching, wanting to delve into the lesson, he preferred the crisp transfiguration to the slimy slug, the feeling of doing whatever he wanted was fascinating, but it was an illusion, because a restraint was always needed to alert the deformation.

Then, McGonagall wrote down a long list of magical precautions on the blackboard, as well as the dangers of failure and self-help, which was very complicated, and it seemed that the Transfiguration was not so neat, and there were many amazing conditions inside, which was why Brie did not dare to try it without permission, and if there was no guide, it would be very difficult and dangerous to learn this magic.

After Brie finished taking notes, McGonagall began to explain the more subtle points to the crowd, as well as the emotional drive, and then summarized and told the crowd.

"Transfiguration is the power of fantasy, but it is also based on reality......"

It wasn't until she was halfway through the lecture that McGonagall waved her wand and handed out a match to everyone.

"You need to turn this match into a silver needle."

All the young wizards are starting to get their hands dirty, but no one has been able to affect the match's state yet, and Transfiguration requires talent and effort.

Brie touched the wand in her hand, thinking about what McGonagall had said, and then carefully constructed the image of the silver needle in her mind, and then waved it at the match.

The speed of the match change is not fast, but it is methodical, and Brie deliberately wants to see the change of the match clearly, hoping to help him in his next study.

This is a key point hidden in the teaching of matchsticks, which many young wizards overlook.

Harry, who was beside Brie, quickly noticed the change in the silver needles on the table, looked at Brie blankly, blushed slightly, and muttered, "That's amazing." ”

"What do you say, Harry, this match must be broken, right, or he is sincerely disobeying me." Ron waved his wand vigorously, as Hermione, not far away, had changed the silver needle slightly, and Professor McGonagall was complimenting her.

"Try Miss Granger again, I can see it's changing."

With Professor McGonagall's encouragement, Hermione managed to make the match sharper and covered it with a flecked layer of silver.

"Well, it's already great, I can give you +2 points."

Professor McGonagall smiled slightly, and then saw Ron, who was about to swing his wand off, frowned, and was about to say something when she heard a ding, very crisp.

The match on Brie's desk had completely turned into a silver needle, and it jumped mischievously before landing on the table with a crisp sound.

What a naughty wand.

"Oh, this needs to take a closer look."

Professor McGonagall quickened her steps to Brie and gently picked up the silver needle, looking at the subtle vine patterns at the end of the silver needle, and the smile on her face was hard to hide.

"Very well, you are the most gifted little wizard I have ever met." McGonagall looked at Brie's wand, but didn't see it as material.

"It's Mithril and green vine wood, and Mr. Ollivander doesn't know what its properties are."

McGonagall nodded, then said, "+10 points for Mr. Ode." ”

"Wow." The other young wizards marveled at McGonagall's extra points.

McGonagall continued, "This is the highest grade I can add to a young wizard in class, and I hope it will happen again in future classes." ”

She remained serious on her face, but her eyes lit up with joy, and she said to Brie, "How did you come up with the idea of changing his structure, you must know that it is difficult for young wizards to think of this, if I break this silver needle, you can see that it is also silver." ”

"You can't just look at the surface, and this principle has helped me a lot since I was a child." Brie squinted and smiled, this is a one-time plus 10 points, atmospheric Professor McGonagall.

"Hmph." Pansy, who was not far away, snorted softly, placed her wand on the table, and stopped waving it at the match stupidly.

Now all the little snakes and little lions were paying attention to Brie's side, and among them, Malfoy's eyes were complicated, and seeing that he was just a few silver spots, slightly distorted matches, he immediately hid it, put it in his pocket, and raised his head proudly, glancing at Brie's black head.

But Hermione's face was complicated, her eyes burst with excitement that she couldn't imagine, and she shouted unwillingly: Again, Brie has surpassed her again, no, it must be that I didn't work hard enough, Brie must be studying secretly behind my back, I'm going to decline their invitation after class, I need a library, not gossip!

Ron looked at Brie jealously, silently put down his wand, and muttered quietly:

"A Slytherin, a bad wizard anyway."

But he couldn't hear his own voice, let alone others, Harry was also a little unhappy, as soon as the enthusiasm for school began to fade, there were all kinds of pressures here, especially his savior hat, but he just wanted to be an ordinary person, and his talent may not be good, he also tried, but unfortunately with little success.

What Harry didn't know was that the source of his failure was the lack of faith, magic was the product of faith, and if he hadn't figured this out, he wouldn't have been able to become a powerful wizard in this life, even if his parents weren't bad.