There is no doubt that the little wooden stick has not changed at all.

And rightfully so.

Matthew didn't think he could master this technique in such a short period of time.

He raised his wand again, thinking back to what Professor Troka had taught them in that first Transfiguration class more than a year ago—

Sketch out a template for a needle in your mind, and then try to imagine the process of turning a match into a needle, following the will of your brain to make consciousness coincide with reality...... This is what Professor Severus Snape calls his "personal reality"!

"Arkus!" he shouted again.

Still nothing appeared.

Others are also practicing...... But in fact, except for Matthew, the others are obviously a little perfunctory.

"Evans!" Professor Severus Snape suddenly frowned visibly, and he snorted angrily.

Harry Evans had just deserted a little, and then he seemed to wake up with an angry shout from Professor "Snape......

"Teach...... Professor......" he stammered.

"If you don't want to study hard, then you might as well get out of here!" Professor Snape reprimanded with some disgust.

Evans lowered his head and remained silent.

In fact, it wasn't fair, and Matthew was starting to feel sorry for Harry...... He wasn't the only one who deserted, Malfoy and Knott, who had been pretending to practice and in fact discussing the match between Holyhead Harpy and Tatthill Tornadoes......

Professor "Snape" seemed very angry about this, however, and reprimanded Evans for about five minutes.

The sound wasn't too unpleasant, it wasn't too mean, but it was clearly a bit intimidating.

"Akus!" Matthew pouted, raising his wand again.

Still no response.

......

They weren't able to practice here for long, though.

Because Professor "Snape" soon set off again with them, Malfoy and Noether had to stop discussing Quidditch.

After about five minutes of progress into the Forbidden Forest, they finally stopped by a small stream.

The stream is babbling and the water is clear, and the pebbles at the bottom are clearly visible.

Professor "Snape" bent down and picked up a transparent pebble on the shore.

That's what they're going to do next.

They began to try to transform these pebbles into standard-sized tennis balls.

Frankly...... This one seems to be more difficult than turning a small wooden stick into a needle!

The chances of success seem to be getting slimmer.

Professor "Snape" patiently taught them some details about the Transfiguration......

Matthew listened intently, feeling a little weird.

Maybe it's a little too much......

But he always felt that if it was just these things, there was no need for Professor "Snape" to bring them to the Forbidden Forest!

It's just a few withered branches and smooth pebbles, so there's no need to bother! just ask the house-elves to pick them up and give them a lesson in the castle.

This trip to the Forbidden Forest, no matter how you look at it, is a bit "redundant".

Pushing through his inner confusion, Matthew concentrated himself as much as he could, listening to some of the details of Professor Snape's transfiguration.

......

Time flies, at least that's what Matthew thinks.

Of course, for some of his companions, they may have felt that this time had passed very long......

Before you know it, it's almost noon.

As Professor Snape called out to them, Matthew looked away from the cobblestones.

Malfoy's wait was obviously a little impatient, and although they thought that the after-school practice was not so tiring, it was too tedious to face dead branches or pebbles in front of such a morning.

It's just that Harry Evans is not as "lucky" as Malfoy, and he has been reprimanded several times in one morning...... The usually mild-mannered Professor "Snape" suddenly became a little irritable when facing him.

It seems that the rumors are true, and Professor "Snape" is really harsh on Harry Evans.

At this time, Professor "Snape" called out to them, apparently not to announce the end of the practice.

Instead, call them for lunch.

Seven people sat on the floor, and Professor Snape tapped his suitcase lightly with his wand.

A huge tablecloth appeared in front of them.

Then, on the tablecloth, some food appeared one after another.

It's almost always dry food...... Includes a bag of cold quail, a few boxes of biscuits, a packet of dried beef, and a couple of bottles of pumpkin juice......

Seeing that Professor "Snape" was so well prepared, he was really ready to take his students to spend a whole day in the Forbidden Forest.

But it wasn't a big lunch, especially for a "pampered" student like Draco Malfoy. He began to gnaw on the cold quail there with a sad face, and at the same time looked mournful.

"Maybe I should prepare some hot food," Professor Snape whispered, seeing that the students all seemed a little unhappy with his lunch, "you wait here for a moment, and I'll go to Professor Kettleburn's cabin and get some hot food for him......"

"But, Professor," Matthew couldn't help frowning and putting down the dried beef in his hand, "this is in the Forbidden Forest!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Wakefield," Professor Snape said, standing up, "This is only the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and I won't be away from the ...... for long"

With that, he turned and walked in the direction of Professor Kettleburn's hut.

......

There was nothing wrong with Professor Snape's words.

It was indeed only the very edge of the Forbidden Forest, and they had spent the whole morning around it without encountering any strange or threatening magical creatures.

But Matthew frowned, and he suddenly had a very bad feeling......

Others may not feel that way...... Crabbe and Goyle were munching on cold quails while Evans kept his head down and ate the biscuits.

"Oh my God, what ...... that," Theodore Noether suddenly let out a strange cry.

He was embarrassed, shrinking his body behind him as much as he could, his face full of fear.

At the same time, Matthew heard the gentle clatter of giant claws hitting the ground, and something was heading towards them.

He hurriedly looked in the direction of Knott's line of sight—

A creature as light as a shadow!

It is a large, gray-eyed black dog.