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In fact, Hermione had already spotted him in the corridor when he came to the classroom.

Not only that, when she turned around to scold Ron, she inadvertently sensed the envy in the trench coat wizard's secret look.

Come to think of it, maybe Professor McGonagall took the initiative to invite the windbreaker wizard into the classroom to teach with everyone for this reason!

"Excuse me... do you like class?"

The moment Hermione asked this question, she saw the other person's face, which had always been slightly lowered, suddenly raised a little. Although because the collar was still high, she couldn't see the whole face clearly.

But those eyes that had always been hidden in the shadow of the hat brim suddenly stayed in Hermione's mind.

There is no doubt that those eyes are a pair of eyes that can leave a deep impression on people. They are deep and full of charm, but at that moment they contain some kind of complex depression.

"I don't know if it counts as liking it," the windbreaker wizard said softly, "I...ahem, I just know that I miss the feeling of being in class with my classmates."

"So...were you also a student of Hogwarts?" Hermione asked naturally.

Most of the wizards she met in the British wizarding world were from Hogwarts, not to mention nine out of ten, but seventy percent. So it was really not surprising that she asked this.

But after hearing this, the other party seemed to feel a little hesitant, and nodded slightly after a moment.

"That's right!"

"Yes" or "no", generally speaking, these are the only two answers, right? What exactly does "yes" mean?

While Hermione was confused, she couldn't help but feel that the other party might not want to answer this question with the truth, so she used such ambiguous words to confuse her.

But since the other party didn't want to talk, there must be a reason for her embarrassment - she didn't dwell on this seemingly insignificant topic.

"Really?" Hermione nodded, "Well, let's enjoy the feeling of class -"

As a result, the conversation between the two came to an end for the time being.

Hermione flipped through the textbook again, and then finally took out her wand. After she waved the wand quickly and accurately, the tip of the wand in her hand was pressed against the high table on the table.

The top of the composite material.

"First is analysis, then classification and confirmation of the required formulas, and then selection of the most efficient formulas for reconciliation and transformation, and implementation of equal quality transformation..."

For this classroom exercise, Hermione moved very quickly, and in a short time she successfully transformed the strange-colored complex substance into a slightly transparent purple crystal.

Probably due to the required equal mass, the volume of this crystal is much larger than the previous piece of material. Under the sunlight outside the window, it suddenly reflected a brilliant lavender glow.

"Do you want to try it too?"

Not paying attention to the glances from other groups, Hermione tapped the tip of the staff again to release the deformation imposed on it.

Seeing this, the windbreaker wizard on the side couldn't help but take out his wand with great interest, and nodded lightly on the piece of material that had returned to its original state.

Suddenly, the weird material began to deform and change color again, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into an exquisite blue bird-shaped ice sculpture.

Surrounded by a touch of cold air, this little ice bird seems to be in a sea of ​​clouds, soaring in the sky. Even though it is just a static ornament, it can give people the illusion that it will flap its wings and fly away at any time.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!"

Hermione was immediately surprised and leaned over to take a closer look, looking like she liked it very much.

At the same time, the other little wizards around could not help but come over, and gathered around the table with expressions of surprise or astonishment.

There is no way, they students in the N.E.W.Ts class know a lot about transfiguration, but this is the first time they feel such vivid life in a dead object transformed by transfiguration.

It can even be said that this unknown species of ice crystal bird seems to give people a more "alive" feeling than a real bird.

But after admiring it for a short while, Hermione seemed a little strange and said:

"Why not make it bigger? What Professor McGonagall just asked was to deform with equal mass, and the amount of material it contains... seems to be much less, right?"

"Ahem..." The windbreaker wizard shook his head and coughed slightly, "You'll know when you try to pick it up."

"pick up?"

Hermione reached out to the little ice bird on the table with a bit of confusion, and was about to carefully put it into her hands.

But as soon as she made contact, she felt an unusual heaviness, which made her unable to directly pick it up. But to her surprise, the ice bird was not very cold.

At this moment, she suddenly heard the other party's hoarse voice, faintly saying:

"This ice bird is a work that the person who taught me the art of transfiguration used for me to practice on. Its quality can be changed, but its size cannot be changed. But every time, he will give me a piece of practice material with a larger material mass.

..."

Hermione frowned and thought for a moment, then quickly asked:

"Is it 'compression'?"

But the other party shook his head again.

"It's not just compression, it also requires temperature control."

"What's the temperature..." Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and then couldn't help but grab the sleeve of the other person's windbreaker, "Then, how did it become so... so alive?"

"

The thirst for knowledge is one of Hermione's characteristics. When the windbreaker wizard's transformation technique attracted her attention, her original intention of trying it out again was immediately forgotten.

But this time, the other party did not explain her further, but refused directly.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't tell you about this."

"ah!"

Hermione finally came back from her eagerness for knowledge. After realizing that she was slightly out of control, she quickly let go of her left hand that was holding the other person's sleeve.

"Sorry, I was rude."

It was only now that everyone gathered around suddenly heard Professor McGonagall's words coming from the podium.

"Everyone go back to your practice materials. If the transformation is successful, please raise your hands. I will come over to check you."

As the students hurriedly dispersed, the windbreaker wizard couldn't help but lean towards Professor McGonagall in front of him to express his apology for affecting other students.

Since then, the Transfiguration class has continued again.

After Professor McGonagall evaluated everyone's exercises one by one, he began to explain some details and the mistakes everyone made during the exercises.

Under the premise of concentrating on studying in class, the time of a class actually passed very quickly. Not long after, the two consecutive classes of Transfiguration were over.

And during the second half of the Transfiguration class, Hermione simply sat next to the windbreaker wizard, listening to the class while saying a word or two to him from time to time.

Although the communication was obviously not much, after this short period of getting along, Hermione finally had a hunch that she could become more familiar with the other party.

get out of class was over, and the windbreaker wizard also said goodbye to Professor McGonagall and walked out of the classroom with the ringing of the bell. But before he could take a few more steps, a rush of approaching footsteps made him come back to his senses. Go.

"Miss Granger?"

"Huh...it's a good thing you didn't go far," Hermione said, placing the ice bird in her hand between the two of them and shaking it, "Can you give this to me? As for the materials, Professor McGonagall said it's fine.

, but the key is that it was you who did it."

"Well," the windbreaker wizard nodded slightly, "Of course."

"This is really great!" Hermione said happily, "I will study it carefully. I believe that one day, I can also make such a lifelike ice bird."

Speaking of this, she suddenly turned around and said:

"That's right! You said before that Maka went to do something, right... So where are you going to go next?"

To be honest, the windbreaker wizard hadn't thought about this problem yet, because for him, he could go anywhere. So after Hermione asked, he thought about it casually.

"Mr. McClane said he could go to the pub in Hogsmeade - he said it would be a good idea to have a butterbeer there."

"Oh! There are two pubs in Hogsmeade!" said Hermione, "but if Maka mentioned butterbeer, I think it must be talking about the Hog's Head pub - that's where his favorite drink is.

Butterbeer."

Upon hearing Hermione say that it was "Maka's favorite", the windbreaker wizard seemed to quickly show some interest.

"How about it?" Hermione continued, "The Hog's Head Bar is not on the main road. It is located a little further away - shall I take you there?"

"But you... have class?"

"It's okay," Hermione waved her hand, "I don't have any classes next. I originally wanted to go to the library to study on my own. But now, I want you to tell me more about Transfiguration - you seem to be very good at it.

Are you good at this?"

Hearing this, the windbreaker wizard hesitated for a moment. After all, who knows whether he might slip up and mention something he shouldn't say while chatting?

Maka is right, but not everyone can understand their own situation like him.

However, there was still some emotion aroused in the class just now, which drove the windbreaker wizard to agree to this invitation.

"If... if we just discuss magic knowledge."

"You agreed, right?" Hermione said immediately, "Then just wait for me in the hall. I'll put my schoolbag away and come over!"

Looking at Hermione's back as she quickly left, the emotion became more intense. The windbreaker wizard pursed his lips, and a trace of expectation suddenly appeared on his face hidden under the brim of his hat. (To be continued.

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