Chapter 339 Big Boss' Transfiguration

"What did you say!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, completely unable to see the stability and solemnity of the past, with a dazed and bewildered expression on his face.

George sighed and exchanged glances with Fred, "That's what that gentleman said."

Professor McGonagall's eyes turned red in an instant, and his fierce eyes patrolled among these little guys, and finally saw Anton who was perfectly hiding behind Fred.

This little guy is growing up this year, and his slender and straight figure is almost the same as that of Fred and the others.

"Anthony Weasley, you stay, the others go back."

"???" Anton blinked, isn't it, professor, I am obviously a little transparent, why am I keeping Mao?

George and Fred were obviously not surprised by this result, nodded to Anton, and left with Neville and Hannah first.

"Professor Dumbledore talked to me once, asking me to give you more freedom and less control, but you just ran to Hogsmeade village..." Professor McGonagall looked at Anton seriously, "You You should know that this is not appropriate!"

"I was wrong, Professor McGonagall, I won't do it next time." Anton apologized crisply, blinking his big innocent eyes.

heh~

Do you think I believe it?

Professor McGonagall glanced at Anton, but lost interest in talking.

I don't know how long it took, Professor McGonagall looked away from the window, pursed his lips, "You are a smart little guy, you should have your own judgment, do you think this news..."

"He didn't lie, but I don't know if he read it wrong."

Anton frowned, thought for a while, raised his hand and shook his fingers gently.

The window of the office was opened, and the wind and snow outside the window poured in, circling and flying in the office, little by little forming a hollow relief of ice and snow that occupied half of the office.

It was a huge poisonous tentacle, and a middle-aged man was inlaid on the wooden knob in the middle. His body and half of his cheeks had all been turned into wooden structures.

"There is such a person on the second floor of the house we bought."

Anton looked at Mag, only to find that she was staring blankly at the middle-aged man's face, with tears in her eyes.

this……

Really?

Anton stepped back lightly, intending to give Professor McGonagall some private space, and stood quietly at the door of the office.

The weirdness of the wizarding world is always so frightening, and death is even more commonplace.

With the establishment of modern protection of magical animals, herbalism and defense against the dark arts, the establishment of the International Wizarding Secrecy Act, and the rich resources of the Muggle world, the wizarding world is generally peaceful and stable. .

No matter how poor a wizard is, he is still a member of the supernatural creatures and cannot die of hunger.

Coupled with the defeat of the two careerists Grindelwald and Voldemort, and the emergence of a large area of ​​mixed-blood wizards and Muggle wizards, it should be inferred that the wizarding world will usher in a population explosion.

But it doesn't.

Wizards are too dangerous. It is extremely dangerous to people and themselves.

The powerful can use various methods to seek longevity. Voldemort made Horcruxes for himself, Nicolas May made the Philosopher's Stone for himself, Pedro the Fairy concocted the Stubborn Potion...

In the restricted section of the school library, you can find too many ways to prolong your life.

Although most of them will bring extremely terrible consequences, for example, Professor McGonagall's husband was cursed by the 'life suspension magic'.

Time has been delayed for too long, and Anton doesn't know whether this 'cordyceps' thing can be separated. After separation, the person is still the same person.

The wizarding world is sometimes not as beautiful as imagined.

Even if he is as strong as Anton, yes, he knows that his strength is already a little level.

But as long as one is not paying attention, his life will still be easily harvested by a killing curse.

It is so cruel and dangerous.

crunch~

The office door opened, and Professor McGonagall appeared in front of Anton calmly, "Take me to see him."

"OK."

This trip did not take a secret path, and Anton did not intend to reveal how he escaped from the school over the wall, although he knew that Professor McGonagall could guess it.

Two quaint-looking broomsticks floated out of the office. They didn't look like the mass-produced brooms on the market. When he turned over, Anton instantly felt the difference.

It felt like riding on a Thestral.

A feeling that although he can obey orders, he still has his own thoughts. With a light shake of the broom, Anton has appeared above the castle.

"Wow~~"

This thing is much more exciting than the Firebolt, and it is more difficult to control. The handling is a little worse, the braking ability is a little worse, and the balance is a little worse.

In other words - a little untamed.

But the speed, an extremely savage speed, was extremely fast.

Anton even felt like he was riding a fire dragon.

A stagger almost fell off the broom, "Wow~ this is exciting!" Anton yelled in his heart, and he lifted the broom violently, 咻~

Shhhhhh~~

It didn't take long for them to come to the wine barrel house.

"Curse?" Professor McGonagall looked at the house with a frown, and gently pulled out his wand.

Anton nodded with a smile, "The curse of a sea monster that was hurt but still obsessed with it is a bit weird, but if you sleep here, it will have a soothing effect on the soul, which is pretty good."

Sleeping in a cursed house?

And is it soothing? This is the siren's confusion!

Can this also sleep?

Are all kids this aggressive?

Professor McGonagall glanced at Anton with a strange expression, shook his head without commenting, and pushed open the door first in front of Anton.

"Armor protection!"

She quickly put the Iron Armor Charm on Anton and herself, and waved her wand extremely quickly to release several exploration-type spells.

On the snow at the door, white cats were deformed and ran towards the house with four dexterous little feet.

At this time, she walked gracefully surrounded by cats and carefully observed her surroundings.

"Meow~"

A white cat jumped up, as fast as lightning, and rushed to the left rear of Professor McGonagall, blocked the attack of a vine, and was blown into snowflakes by the huge force.

These snowflakes instantly covered the vines and froze them.

The ice crystals spread extremely quickly, and after a while, all the vines extending from the second floor turned into icicles.

Obviously, Anton's previous method of sealing the second floor with dilapidated seats did not produce useful results.

"Meow?" Anton looked at the kittens on the ground in surprise. It was a transfiguration technique, but why did he feel that these deformed objects had come to life, and they could even make cat noises.

Not only that, but some cats approached the gray fingers on the ground curiously, stuck out their tongues, licked them, and sneezed.

The boss is awesome!

Anton squatted down and looked at one of the kittens carefully, and found that it was almost the same as the real one in terms of body shape, autonomy, and bionic features.

The fluffy white fur does not seem to be made of snowflakes at all, and there is even an inexplicable warmth and rumbling abdominal vibration when touched by hands.

This is completely different from the Transfiguration I learned!

The "moving figure" he controls himself really needs to be controlled by himself, every movement is.

Looking at the boss, and then looking at myself, I somehow feel that the low is bursting.

This is already a bit like activating magic, but it is completely different from activating spells. Due to the characteristics of the spell, it is difficult to follow the wizard's complicated instructions.

But look at these cats who are exploring around and faintly following Professor McGonagall's mind, it's amazing.

Anton's eyes were full of admiration.

Professor McGonagall just smiled slightly, "You can do it too, just need more practice, come on."

ha~

Anton felt that this sentence was inexplicably familiar. When he was too lazy to explain to others, he used this sentence to prevaricate others.

then pinch...

Those people ran to ask Professor McGonagall? I remember like this.

"..."

Professor, I really want to learn, teach me!

It feels like the whole person has been hollowed out. Today's state is very bad, and there will be another chapter later. Let's update chapter 2 today, sorry.