The Bard at Hogwarts

The small classroom of the Transfiguration Club.

Maybe it’s because they are all of the same age, or maybe the professor is not present, but in short the atmosphere here is very harmonious.

"That's right! Are you two the only ones here? I thought there would be a lot of people at first." Sitting on the single sofa made of ice, Ino asked softly.

Yes, there is no place to sit in the classroom, everything depends on the ability of the students. If you can't afford it, just sit on the floor, or turn it into a small stool. If you can, you can turn it into a bed.

Of course, no one would be stupid enough to lie on the bed in front of Professor McGonagall.

"There were five people last year, but three of them graduated this year!" Qiu sat on a semi-circular hanging basket chair and rocked the chair gently as he spoke, looking a little cute.

"Okay! It seems that this place is really strict." Ino sighed casually: "At first, I thought there would be Prefect Weasley here. It is said that his grades have always been perfect."

"You mean Percy?" Cedric caught the conversation and said with a smile:

"Percy's grades are good, and he can even be said to be very versatile. But what Professor McGonagall values ​​​​is the talent for transformation, or the sudden idea. A perfect score in the Transfiguration class can only be considered the most basic requirement, and talent is the most important. "

While a few people were chatting, there was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor.

"Click!" The wooden door was pushed open, and Professor McGonagall walked in holding three parchments.

"Gentlemen and ladies! Let's stop the small talk for now, let's start today's discussion, and the author of this argument is also very familiar to you..."

Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall paused deliberately for a moment, as if to tell the truth.

"The 1897 "Transformation Today" Best Newcomer Award winner, Hogwarts Student Union President, Albus Percival...Dumbledore's paper "Is there the possibility of casting spells in Animagus form" ”

Seeing the stunned expressions of the three of them, Professor McGonagall flashed a smile in her eyes. This was the effect she wanted.

"You read the paper first! But before that, I still make a statement. If you want to learn Animagus, just tell me and I won't stop you. Don't let me learn from some students a few years ago, who quietly Mimi, do everything well, and when I find out, I’ll just drink the magic potion!”

Ino calmly shifted his gaze. Although Professor McGonagall spent several years trying to confuse the situation, he knew exactly who he was talking about.

Not surprisingly, in the next few years, I am afraid that I will become what Professor McGonagall calls "certain students", which can be regarded as leaving a legacy at Hogwarts.

He shook his head slightly, and then turned his attention to the old parchment in his hand.

As several people read, the entire small classroom fell into absolute silence.

Time passed quietly.

About half an hour passed.

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands gently: "Now tell me your opinions. There is no need for theoretical basis or common sense. It can be unreasonable, absurd, whatever you want."

After a while, looking at the three silent little wizards, Professor McGonagall could only helplessly name them: "Eno! Starting with you. You are the only newcomer who has won an award in recent years. Set an example."

"Okay, then I will briefly talk about my views." Without any stage fright, Ino cleared his throat and said:

"Professor Dumbledore's paper seems feasible to me! Where does magic come from? It is not learned, otherwise there would be no Muggles in this world. So I think magic comes from blood and is an innate The talent comes.”

"But when it comes to talents, there are too many such as the vision of the prophet, the parseltongue of Slytherin, and even those born with closed brains. This makes me speculate that if the wizard is in the Animagus state, he can still What about using these talents?”

Speaking of this, Ino deliberately slowed down his tone.

"If, I mean if there was a prophet who saw the future while in the Animagus state, then Professor Dumbledore's argument would be valid."

"Since the innate magic can be used, why don't we integrate magic into ourselves and make it our talent? Just like the thunderbird will bring lightning when it flies, and the poisonous mist will fill the breath of the poison-sac leopard..."

"Let magic become talent, Animagus will no longer be ordinary, ordinary animals will no longer be ordinary, it will become a new magical animal..."

The more Ino talked, the more inspiration he got, just like a river washing away a blocked river channel. After the initial difficulty, all that was left was endless talk.

A quarter of an hour later.

As the last syllable fell, the small classroom fell into silence again.

Looking at the dazed Qiu and Cedric beside him, Ino suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little too wild and unrestrained, and subconsciously turned to look at Professor McGonagall.

"Pah! Pah!" Professor McGonagall did not hesitate to applaud, and said while applauding:

"That's it! Say it with confidence, don't let existing knowledge constrain your thinking. The development of things and the emergence of new spells do not depend on test scores, but on the unconstrained thoughts of wizards."

"Thank you for your recognition, Professor! Sometimes inspiration comes and I don't even know what I'm talking about." Ino said implicitly.

"Relax! This is not a classroom, this is my private club!"

Professor McGonagall smiled and waved her hand, but then her smile faded and she said somewhat seriously:

"But I have a word for you, the first of Adebe Woflin's "Basic Rules of Magic": To tamper with the deepest secrets at will - the source of life, the essence of self - you must be prepared to bear the most extreme and most extreme risks. Dangerous consequences."

Hearing this, Ino nodded solemnly: "Professor, I will remember it!"

"That's good!" Professor McGonagall responded, and then she looked at Qiu and Cedric on the side.

"You two? Who comes first? We have limited time. If we can't end the discussion today, it will be postponed to next week."

…

Nine p.m.

There was still an hour until the castle curfew.

On the third floor, several figures suddenly appeared in the quiet corridor.

"That's great! Looking forward to our meeting next week." As he spoke, Qiu stretched a little lazily.

"Me too! I really gained a lot today." Cedric said with a look of approval.

"Sometimes learning requires thinking and communication. I'm also looking forward to meeting next time!" Ino sighed.

At the end of the corridor, the three of them parted ways and headed towards the common room.

The difference is that Ino and Cedric walked down, while Qiu slowly approached the upward moving stairs.

Go down to the third floor, second floor, and floor by floor.

Glancing at Cedric who was hesitant to speak along the way, Ino chuckled and said: "I have to go to the other side, good night!"

He probably guessed Cedric's confusion, after all, Qiu had been very active in the past two hours.

But he is not old Diggory, worrying about his son! The other party is willing to talk, but for the sake of being a club, let's listen temporarily.

The other party didn't want to say anything, and there was no need to rush to ask. Even though Cedric's behavior was obvious all the way, he just pretended that he couldn't see it.

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