Chapter 292： New problem with door knockers

Professor McGonagall's eyes were already filled with amazement.

As the most famous transfiguration master in the world today, she has also been a professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts for so many years, but after a little reminiscence in her heart, she found that a student like Sean had only ever seen one.

Coincidentally, that genius was parasitic on Sean some time ago...

Transfiguration is very different from other magic. Professor McGonagall has been on this road for a long time, but it is precisely because she has traveled longer and farther than most people that she has a deeper insight—— I am still far from the true meaning of Transfiguration.

However, she saw infinite possibilities in this boy who had just been in the third grade.

The transformation from ferret to crocodile, despite its flaws, is barely a successful transformation. And also a cross-species transformation, Sean's transformation is much more difficult than the guinea fowl to guinea pig in the fourth grade class.

Not only the size and race of the species, but also because the ferret came from Sean's own summoning spell. The summoned creatures are much more difficult to transform than normal transforms.

Professor McGonagall believed that if she provided Sean with a teaching creature, his Transfiguration should be a perfect success.

Looking down at Sean, who was still pondering why the crocodile teeth didn't turn into success, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but use a stern tone: "First, the image construction is not perfect, you must be paying too much attention to the appearance when you construct the deformed image in your heart. Feel the crocodile's paw, if I guess correctly, the bottom should still be the softness of the ferret's paw."

Hearing this, Sean touched the crocodile's claws. Sure enough, as Professor McGonagall said, the bottom of the crocodile's claws, which should have been rough and had some toughness and hardness, was too soft.

Professor McGonagall continued: "Second, the magic power output is too strong. You are eager to make the ferret quickly deform, and the magic power output should be slowed down in the details. You ignore this point."

Sean recalled the magic fluctuations in his body just now, and was surprised to find that Professor McGonagall was right. The parts that should have been prioritized were too hard. He was immersed in the magic output and fluctuations and could not help but ignore it. these details.

Sean, who was quite confident at first, lowered his head in shame. He said sincerely, "Professor, you are right. I recalled carefully and found my mistakes. I'm sorry, I told you just now that I have mastered it. I made a rough guess and ended up making this kind of mistake, if you hadn't reminded me, I might have been on the wrong road for a long time."

I just clicked it out, did you figure it out so quickly...

The corners of Professor McGonagall's eyes trembled slightly, and then she showed a smile, but she still said in an encouraging tone: "You can find out in time, which is very good, remember, reverence for Transfiguration, even the simplest transformation is not enough. Infuse enough concentration."

"I see, Professor." Sean nodded solemnly.

Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and the crocodile, which was not completely deformed, turned back into a ferret and disappeared into the air: "I will be tested in my office in half a month."

"Okay... er?" Sean was a little surprised, "You mean, if I pass the assessment, can I start the fifth grade course?"

The middle-aged witch was still stern, but there was a flash of relief in her eyes: "Sean, sometimes you are too modest, or in the words of Professor Dumbledore, you are too cautious. I have always been strict with my students. A 'grade jumper' like Miss Granger is stricter, but I must say—"

"You did very well."

It's really satisfying to be praised by a stern teacher like Professor McGonagall... Sean gave a big smile: "Thank you, Professor."

"I will be assessed for half a month. Besides, Mr. Wallup, although it is a little early, I must ask your opinion in advance-can you spare time on Wednesday afternoon and Friday morning for the second half of the semester?"

Sean was a little puzzled, but he still thought carefully and replied: "After all, the time span is too long, it is my irresponsible performance to promise you now, Professor, I have to say, although looking at those two time periods now I don't have a course, but I can't guarantee that I can be free from the personal arrangement after half a year - of course, as long as I don't have anything very urgent to do, please tell me if you have any requirements, and I will definitely do my best to provide go."

Such an answer made Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your sincerity, and as a Ravenclaw student, your mental model is very mature, which is good."

After complimenting her, she continued: "I predict that you should be able to complete the fifth-grade course by yourself by then. Your basic skills have always been excellent, so I hope that you will be my teaching assistant at that time. Second-year students have one class a week."

Sean nodded suddenly. Because of the lack of Voldemort's killing activities in this world, the number of wizards has increased significantly. Coupled with the accident in Nurmengard during the school year, more and more young wizards have chosen to choose Hogwarts.

It seems that the increase in the number of students has kept the professors a little busy.

This is also normal. There are thousands of students at Hogwarts, there are only a few professors, and everyone is responsible for the teaching of the seventh or fifth grades. The workload is beyond imagination - I don't know if Dumbledore has given Professors pay rise...

Sean thought for a while and nodded: "Professor, I am willing to share some simple teaching tasks for you while studying with you, of course, if I can meet your requirements and have nothing to do. "

Professor McGonagall smiled: "Thank you, Sean, I look forward to working with you in half a year. Rest assured, the school will pay you according to the salary level of teaching assistants, and I personally promise that if you have Any doubts about Transfiguration can come to me."

"That would be great," Sean replied with a smile.

Salary is a trivial matter, but what Jin Galleon has, the key lies in Professor McGonagall's teaching of Transfiguration. He has benefited a lot from the notebook when he was young.

Sean left after exchanging good night with Professor McGonagall. Of course, the original goal of the trip was to find Dumbledore. Even if it was a waste, Sean felt that Dumbledore might have to hide from himself for a while. for a while.

Going around the hall and going out again, he saw Hermione and Daisy discussing this semester's classes in the corner of the corridor.

"Hey, didn't you say you don't have to wait for me?" Sean walked over.

Hermione put away the timetable and glanced at him: "I knew you were going to Dumbledore."

"It seems like a good guess." Sean spread his hands helplessly.

Daisy followed up: "Hermione said, Dumbledore left in a hurry after the dinner, he must not want to see you, you will be back in a while - she guessed it right, yeah!"

"The prediction is accurate, but I have other things to do along the way. I'm going to a fortune-telling class with you tomorrow, Miss Granger."

Hermione glanced at him suspiciously: "Someone said at the end of last semester that there is no need for in-depth study of a course that is purely based on talent, and he changed his mind in one summer vacation?"

"Okay, I admit--mostly to join you in class, shouldn't it be touching, Miss Granger?"

Hermione raised her neck proudly: "My impression is not so cheap, Mr. Wallup, who is not telling the truth."

"You broke my heart by saying that." Sean deliberately made a sad look.

Before Hermione could fight back, Daisy replied: "Hermione said, you're annoying when you're pretending, and you want to punch you when you look at it - I must add, I don't think it's so annoying, but Not really flattering."

Hermione rolled her eyes: "Thank you for your addition, Miss Potter."

"You're welcome~"

Sean nodded in relief: "Daisy, you have finally learned to resist Hermione's tyranny. I am very relieved when you are on my side."

Hermione snorted coldly, "Daisy, give me back my sophomore notes."

Xiaobaihua immediately hugged Hermione's arm, and then raised her innocuous eyebrows at Sean: "Hermione is right, you bastard!"

"It's too fast to betray you, right?"

"At the end of the term, you're much more flattering than me when you try to copy Hermione's history of magic notes!"

"Cough cough... Hermione is right!"

"late!"

During the fight, several people returned to the tower of the Ravenclaw common room, and went up the spiral staircase to see a large number of students frowning in front of the wooden door.

Sean raised his eyebrows. The small open space in front of the wooden door was full of students, not only the little eagles who had just finished their separation, but many old students were also thinking hard, and even the steps up were full of people.

Is this stumped by the knocker problem? Sean was a little curious.

This situation rarely occurs in Ravenclaw. Most of the questions asked by the door knocker are subjective questions. The answers to the questions are not unique. Ravenclaw students can pass the test as long as they can provide answers that represent their own thoughts.

Don't underestimate the wisdom of the little eagles, all brain teasers, logical reasoning, and philosophical thoughts are all light and easy.

And smart Ravenclaw students always have their own ideas. It is very common for six people in a dormitory to go back together to give six different answers and then pass the test at the same time. Today, this kind of "grand event" is rare once a year.

In addition, today is the report of the freshman. Logically speaking, the door knocker should not ask any particularly difficult questions.

Hermione whispered behind him, "Did the knocker do the math again?"

"Guess so……"

Yes, generally speaking, the reason for this "magnificence" is that the knocker asks a math problem.

Whether they are from a Muggle family or a wizarding family, the British are "amazing" in their mathematical skills. The answers to difficult problems come with their mouths, while some simple math problems take a long time to count.

Sean never understood why anyone would be stuck outside the door for fifteen minutes...

However, it is not incomprehensible to think that the first grade mathematics mastery standards of most primary schools in the UK are not incomprehensible - they only require students to understand numbers within 20, and to use and understand place values ​​accurately...

As it happens, most wizards, including Ravenclaw, hate learning math.

And that's Ravenclaw, pursuing the knowledge you want while never discriminating against your maverick classmates. In their opinion, the love of studying black magic and the study of "Does Magic Affect the Length of Armpit Hair in Wizards" are things on a level...

Knowledge is supreme (cross out) The knowledge that you like is supreme to you! (√)

Of course, maverick hawks always share the same traits—intelligent, curious, and…don’t like math.

However, Knocker rarely asks math problems, and the Kitty Hawks agree that Knocker doesn't bother to ask math problems, except when it's in a bad mood and wants to embarrass the students.

When Sean squeezed past, the brooding crowd didn't even notice him, and when he walked to the wooden door, a tall and beautiful girl leaning against the wall saw him.

Percy's girlfriend and Ravenclaw prefect Penello Clearwater.

"Hey, Penello." Sean greeted.

Penello waved listlessly. Obviously, in front of the new students, she felt that it was a bit embarrassing that the old students couldn't answer the question.

"Math?" Sean asked.

"It's not...weird question...and the knocker is also weird. I and other students have tried it many times. I personally think that some answers can be passed, but the doorknocker doesn't respond... God, disgraceful, The first time I've been stuck in the Ravenclaw lounge for twenty minutes!"

She gave up her seat angrily and said dejectedly, "Sean, try it out, you usually have so many crazy ideas Please allow me to correct you, that's called resourcefulness. The question is still answered by me.”

"That's math, no."

Sean shrugged, then stepped forward and pulled the knocker.

Bronze Eagle opened his mouth, but, just as Penello said, the usual ethereal and emotionless voice was extraordinarily weird today.

The speed of speech has obviously increased, and when I listen carefully, I always feel that Eagle Head is a little unhappy. It is no longer a questioning machine without emotion, but a rebellious cub who is unwilling but still has to complete the task.

Is Eagle Head entering the rebellious period of youth... Sean muttered and thought about the question just raised.

"How to have it all? How to lose it all?"

Weird question...

Sean dragged his cheeks and thought. There is no accurate answer to this kind of question. Everyone's mood, state, and way of thinking are different, and the answers given must be very different.

Whether it is the correct answer or not depends on whether the eagle head gives face or not.

The two girls behind him were also thinking. After a while, Daisy replied softly, "Everything is the result of thoughts. If you think you have it, you will have it, and if you think it will be lost, you will lose it."

The door knocker was silent.

Hermione also tried to answer: "Having and losing are both normal, having or losing depends on your current state?"

Still nothing.

The little eagles who heard the voice and looked over dropped their heads in disappointment again.

"Is that boy Sean Wallup, who is very powerful and handsome in the mouth of my senior?" Suddenly a first-year freshman asked his companion in a low voice.

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