This Hogwarts isn't normal.

On Saturday, the papers used for data analysis and deformation had basically completed the preliminary classification.

The limit of object deformation is generally summarized as ten times, and more specifically, no wizard has ever calculated it.

Sunday, Gryffindor common room.

"No wonder wizards are bad at math."

Vincent picked up a small brass balance scale. "The scale was invented by the ancient Egyptians more than 5,000 years ago using the pole principle. It is still used in the magic world until now."

"The interference with electronic equipment really hinders development."

Hermione felt the shortcomings of magic for the first time.

If the Statute of Secrecy continues, nothing will change in the wizarding world for a thousand years.

At that time, Muggles were probably already flying in spaceships to explore other planets in the galaxy.

As soon as the idea came to her mind, she imagined herself becoming the Minister of Magic and being ousted by most wizards because she planned to break the British Isles out of the "Act of Secrecy".

The Malfoys were the hardest working, and Draco even brought his wife and children to protest.

"what's on your mind?"

"Nothing." Hermione quickly noted the stone that had grown ten times larger on the left side of the brass scale.

Vincent added the smallest weight to the right.

"Alas - there is a Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items. If you want to invent some anti-interference magic, you have to be taken over for tea."

"Drinking tea?" Hermione, who understood in seconds, didn't record this set of data until she was completely balanced.

"I heard Ron say that Mr. Weasley's job is to prevent Muggle objects from being cursed by wizards, which could lead to vicious harm.

After he added another weight, the scale tilted to the right. "I seriously doubt the accuracy of this method."

"Otherwise? Even if there is an electronic scale when we go back on vacation, we can't use magic at home."

"Wait for me."

When Hermione saw him running back to the dormitory, she initially thought he was writing a letter asking her family to send a more accurate scale.

Until she saw a clear glass with a scale.

"Are you going to calculate the volume of water?"

Vincent poured a little water on it, "The stone will allow moisture to adhere to it. Let's record the data of the metal first."

Seeing him calmly taking out a small yellow object, Hermione's eyes couldn't help but twitch subconsciously.

Ordinary bullets are composed of four parts: warhead, cartridge case, primer, and propellant.

The warhead enlarged to the extreme can just fit into the graduated cup.

Vincent filled it with water, "How big do you think Professor McGonagall can make it?"

"It should be a little bigger."

No matter how authoritative she was, Hermione began to question the authenticity of some related papers.

"You have to use the control variable method - it seems that Professor Dumbledore will also try it."

"Controlled variable method?"

"I, the cup, and the warhead are all unstable factors. Only data from multiple attempts will be more accurate."

Hermione twitched her eyes again when she understood.

It's just a paper on transfiguration, and I don't think I'll be able to finish it by the end of this semester.

The more the students around them listened, the more they felt that the two of them were crazy.

Even if he pulls the dean into the water, he still dares to take advantage of the principal.

Neville, who was writing a potions paper at the next table, was stunned on the spot.

It is true that a paper that can be published in newspapers and periodicals and gain academic points is not something that ordinary people can complete.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to Professor McGonagall first."

Looking at the two people striding away, the senior students couldn't help but sigh.

But then they suddenly became ecstatic again.

With these two in Gryffindor, sooner or later Gryffindor will hang up and beat the other three houses.

It won't work in one or two years. It is estimated that in four or five years, the Academy Cup will be 100% stable.

Mag, who had been cooperating all morning, was very pleased.

The limit of object deformation is indeed not 10 times, but

But this result is only relative to her.

"Professor, could you ask Professor Dumbledore to help?"

Looking at the two pairs of big sincere eyes, Mag thought that the so-called help was just like enlarging the warhead to the maximum.

"No problem, he will be very happy."

"Thank you, Professor." Vincent took out a glass bead from his pocket, "I will change this one next."

"!!!" Mag's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, then there are all kinds of metals, stones, and wood."

At this moment, she suddenly realized what role this unborn paper would play in the development of transfiguration.

The size alone is likely to be an accurate way to identify the strength of the transfiguration technique.

If it were expanded to include shapes and details, there would be several papers of the same level.

I'm afraid it will become harder to obtain the Transfiguration Certificate in the future.

Because of the improvement in accuracy, such a dramatic change will occur.

After working hard all day, Mag finally had time to come to the principal's office.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Dumbledore agreed.

"Albus, you know the amount of work involved, right?"

"Of course, I have a lot of free time lately."

Dumbledore gently lifted the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose, "I used to think so too, but unfortunately I can only be accurate to seven decimal places now."

"Oh, I can only count to the last three." Mag took out a piece of parchment from his robe.

"Look, this is what they put in all day."

Dumbledore admired these numbers for a long time.

Aside from the differences caused by various factors, the limit of Transfiguration seems to change because of the difference of "people".

Vincent, who is still a first-year student, can already slightly exceed the theoretical limit by ten times.

Even if it is just a change in size, the two former and current Transfiguration professors at Hogwarts nodded secretly with great satisfaction.

"Filius said that his knowledge of spells is very solid, and he always mentions very critical issues."

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the Sorting Hat on the shelf, "Mana value, a very interesting concept."

"Albus, do you like him?"

"Of course."

He reached out and stroked the brim of the hat, "A natural master of brain occlumency who is immune to soul magic is as important as an old friend of mine."

McGonagall nodded awkwardly, "By the way, you should know about the fourth floor, right?"

Dumbledore seemed to be lost in memory, and it took a long time before he removed his hand from the Sorting Hat.

"Although it's a bit naughty, it should be him who did it."

"I agree."

In this huge Hogwarts Castle, the vice-headmaster knows what the headmaster knows.

"Quirinus didn't have any trace of dark magic on him during the interview."

McGreg hesitated, "Albus, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm not sure why." Dumbledore looked at her, "Minerva, people always say that I'm the greatest wizard.

But now, I'm just an old headmaster."

"Albus, you know all this?"

McGreg's exaggerated expression made Dumbledore smile bitterly.

"Minerva, do you know?

I'm reminded of the start-of-term dinner more than 40 years ago."

"It's been a long time since then."

"For me, everything I've ever encountered seems to have just happened."

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