Chapter 164

He raised another finger: "so, in this year's course, I will teach you the real magic deformation."

With that, a transparent purple flower bloomed on his fingertips.

The flower slowly coiled up, gradually into a winding transparent flower stem, beautiful picture.

Hoffa's eyes widened, and he immediately recalled.

This... He actually saw this scene last year. When he and osivia were attacked by the illusions of those ancient witches in the ancient library, they used magic to turn out illusory weapons to fight against themselves.

Magic transformation... Is that so?

Jacob looked around and saw that everyone was concentrating on himself. He nodded with satisfaction. He raised his hand to remove the magic and said with a smile, "that's why I didn't put things in the classroom. A real deformation master doesn't need to prove himself with any external things."

James Bohan: "take out your wand, feel your magic with your heart, and then release it smoothly."

The students sitting on the ground all took out their wands with eager expression. Having magic wands, they quickly guide the magic, condensing little magic at the top of the wand, which is not too difficult for a wizard.

Hoffa didn't move. He didn't have a magic wand. Although a small number of combat skills could still be used, he was a bit stretched for ordinary learning and practice.

When Jacob Bohan saw that Hoffa did not move, he just wanted to ask a question. A magic wand was put into his hand. It was Miranda. She gave Hoffa her wand.

Hoffa raised his wand and began to make up for it.

(Miranda's wand makes him feel like a chopstick)

James Bohan's eyes turn to Miranda without a wand: "miss gossack?"

Miranda raised a finger and freely released a ball like magic floating like a water drop through it.

"The wonderful magic control is really the descendant of ADBE goshak." He looked at Miranda with great appreciation.

"Ravenclaw adds 30 points!"

Thirty points, which in the past deformation class teachers, has been very generous.

Hoffa looks at Miranda, and his fingers stand up quietly, but he can't release his magic power without his wand.

He's still lacking in the accuracy of magic.

"How did you do it, casting without a stick?" Hoffa asked Miranda in a low voice.

"Meditate." Miranda said with a smile, looking very Buddhist.

Meditation? Hoffa calmed down and controlled the magic of his body to flow to his fingertips, but he felt very astringent, something he had never done before.

"Don't worry." Miranda said in a low voice, "it's a long learning process. It involves a complex understanding of the human body. Take your time."

While Hoffa was trying to cast without a staff, other students were already deforming their magic. It has to be said that the imagination of children of this age is unrestrained. They are waving magic wands. They wave their wands, and the magic bubbles in the air begin to deform quickly.

Some have become beasts, some have become big trees, some have become airplanes, some have even become beautiful women.

Looking at the practice of the surrounding students, Huo FA has a feeling of "what's missing".

In the past two years, he has been taught to change the structure of things without destroying their essence.

He thought that when he had a wand before, he often changed the attributes of the wand, which was powerful. And extremely sharp, that is to change the structure of things. To change the wand back is not to change its essence.

However, the present magic transformation does not involve any structural or essential changes. If we insist that this kind of deformation is more like a trick, it is purely a trick to change the appearance.

But it's not right to think so, because just last year, those ancient wizard phantoms transformed with their magic power and gave Hoffa a very impressive lesson, which was a real injury.

He was puzzled, and finally he raised his hand to ask questions.

Professor Bohan nodded: "go ahead, Bach."

"Professor, do you want to ask if your magic transformation involves structural change?"

"Of course." Jacob said faintly.

"But I just carefully observed that the original magic is still magic, it....

before Hoffa's voice fell, I saw Professor Bohan's fingers close together, and a thin invisible blade appeared on his fingertips, about half a meter, like the melting thin ice.

Then, the invisible blade flashed by, and Hoffa was startled. He quickly raised his arm, and a transparent shield appeared in front of his arm. But the shield didn't block the damage.

The ice like invisible blade made a strange turn, flashed by the shield, cut off several hairs in front of Hoffa's forehead, and eliminated the invisible.

The empty classroom was silent.

Jacob Bohan said with a smile, "humbleness, Mr. Bach, first refine the magic."