Chapter 140 The Conversion Spell Takes Effect, People and Objects Are Exchanged

The black butterfly caught up with Percy and disappeared under his collar, and then Percy's figure also disappeared around the corner.

Meka Anders saw this scene and smiled silently.

He had cast a Transfiguration spell on the "parchment" to transform the butterfly in advance, and had been waiting for Percy to arrive.

Now the butterfly has landed on Percy. As long as Percy arrives outside the Gryffindor Tower, it can turn back into a parchment scroll by drilling into any corner.

When it is late at night, he can cast a spell again, and he can quietly come to the outside of the Gryffindor Tower by exchanging his position with the parchment scroll.

"However, now it depends on whether this "butterfly" can pass the professors' inspection with Percy, especially Lockhart..." Meka thought.

If it fails, the "parchment scroll" will probably be destroyed, and the loss will be great. After all, he has spent so many years to complete such a transformation spell prop.

However, this is a risk that must be taken and cannot be avoided, and compared with other methods, this risk is obviously much smaller.

Now it depends on luck.

If Lockhart was not there, the other professors would not have checked so strictly, and the parchment scroll could have safely followed Percy out of the tower.

"What are you thinking about, Maeka?" Harry asked suddenly, as if he saw him in a daze.

"Nothing, I just thought of some questions about potions."

Maeka laughed, picked up his knife and fork, sat at a table with the two of them, slowly cut a piece of steak, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Suddenly, the rich gravy burst in the mouth, and the fragrance overflowed.

"Well, it tastes good." Maeka commented.

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In the deep night, Maeka got up from the bed, he observed Harry and Ron, and saw that they were sleeping soundly, so he took out the wand and chanted the spell softly.

As the spell of the "conversion spell" sounded again and again in the darkness, the light on the wand flickered and then disappeared.

Meka gradually sensed the connection with an object in the distance, and this connection became deeper and deeper, which made Meka feel that his empty left hand seemed to touch the "parchment", and he could even vaguely feel the texture on it.

At the same time, the magic power of the body was rapidly consumed at an unimaginable speed, and soon reached the limit of an adult wizard.

At this time, the consumption of magic power has not stopped, but the speed has slowed down a little.

"This consumption is really exaggerated..." Meka sighed in his mind.

The intense consumption of magic power in this body also made him feel empty for a moment, as if all the strength in his body was deprived, and there was a kind of discomfort that was difficult to explain. Even the stomach was contracting, which seemed to affect the stomach and intestines, and a feeling of hunger came immediately.

"I see..."

Meka closed his eyes and saw under a certain ancient tree in the dark, the old and yellowed "parchment" was spread out, emitting a faint light, as if an invisible hand was drawing a strange pattern.

As soon as this pattern appeared, the ‘parchment’ moved without wind, and the light shone brightly. A vortex seemed to emerge in it, as if something was about to come out of the ‘parchment’.

“It’s time!”

Meka opened his eyes suddenly and chanted the conversion spell again. With a humming sound, a black vortex suddenly appeared in the air in front of him, sucking him in.

After a while of upheaval, Meka fell into a dark darkness that seemed to be flowing.

He felt silence all around him, his hearing was taken away, and his ears were buzzing.

He was sitting well, but he seemed to be rolling in the darkness, his stomach was churning, and he was about to vomit his dinner.

The next moment, Meka was in a trance, and an ancient tree and a fountain suddenly came into view.

The sound of the fountain rang in his ears.

Meka raised his head, and a bright moon appeared right above him.

In the Gryffindor dormitory, Meka's figure suddenly disappeared, and then a "parchment" appeared with white light and floated down on the bed.

A gust of wind blew in, and Harry turned over, and then continued to sleep soundly. Ron pulled the quilt, and the two snored one after another.

Everything was going on quietly.

...

"This is..." Meka looked around and found that this was the corridor leading to the Quidditch field.

He looked up and saw a grand tower standing in the darkness not far away. At the end of the seventh floor, there seemed to be a light on.

That was the principal's office.

"I hope Lockhart hasn't moved in yet." Meka narrowed his eyes.

He took out a bottle of potion from his arms, uncorked it, and drank it in big gulps.

The taste of spinach spread on the tip of his tongue, with a disgusting smell.

"It's still so unpalatable." Meka grinned, and he was really not used to it.

As soon as he felt the coolness of the potion entering his stomach, the muscles in his arms kept twisting in front of his eyes, bringing a pain of muscle growth and tearing.

The whole person suddenly grew taller, and his black hair was scattered, dyed with a fiery crimson.

Maeka changed into a black robe, put on the hood, whispered, and instantly turned into a purple-eyed bat, rising into the sky against the cold night wind.

"Sword of Gryffindor, here I come."

The bat's purple pupils reflected the tower not far away.

...

A bright candle illuminated the stairs. Professor Lockhart, wearing an emerald robe and holding a dark leather diary in his hand, was heading towards the seventh floor of the castle.

"Are you sure that as long as I rely on this spell, I can enter and leave the principal's office safely?"

Lockhart seemed to be talking to himself.

The diary in his hand flashed and he replied:

"Are you scared?"

"Of course." Lockhart sighed and said:

"I now suspect that Dumbledore's suspension was related to you, and I acted as an accomplice. If I were Dumbledore, I would definitely not let go of anyone who framed me."

"Besides, you also said that there might be some kind of treasure here. If that's the case, I wouldn't be surprised at all if this room is protected by some magic."

"Don't worry." The voice from the diary replied calmly,

"Even if Dumbledore sets a trap, I can bring you out, but this requires you to temporarily let me control your body."

"You want me to hand over my body?" Professor Lockhart frowned, "I don't want to experience the feeling of being hungover again. When I wake up, I don't know where I am. That kind of experience is too much. Too bad."

"Gidro." The diary said, "Don't forget our deal. As long as I complete my own affairs, I will solve your 'spell failure' symptoms."

"Hey~" Professor Lockhart sighed again, "Okay then, take my body."

Buzz! A black light suddenly poured into Professor Lockhart's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned cold the next moment.

"What a rough body." 'Lockhart' adjusted his robes and walked towards the end of the seventh floor.

At the end of the corridor, firelight illuminated a stone sculpture on both sides.

The stone carving is a griffon, tall and tall, with a pair of dark beads for eyes. Looking straight ahead in the night, it actually carries a sense of oppression and is lifelike.

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