6 Chapter 6: Classes Begin

Early the next morning, Edward woke up from his dream and looked around blankly. It took him a long time to realize what was about to go to class.

　　 Suddenly he was transferred from a spoiled life to the classroom, and for a while, Edward was still a little bit unable to adapt.

However, in the first class at Hogwarts, Edward did not intend to be late. Although it was still early, Edward felt that he had set off earlier, considering the awkward stairs in Hogwarts. Great.

　　 Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to call Ron and Harry who were still lying in bed.

　　 I don't know whether it was the influence of Harry's plot armor or Edward's bad luck. When he went downstairs, he encountered two steps that disappeared. Poor Ron even hit the wall disguised as a door!

The three-person team finally stepped into the classroom before class,

"I bet! Those stairs must be deliberately aimed at us, trying to make us late." Ron rubbed his still red nose, stepped into the classroom first, and glanced at the empty podium. It was a sigh of relief.

　　 "It seems that we are not too late. The professor hasn't arrived yet." Harry also gave Edward a somewhat grateful look at this time. Fortunately, he got up early today, otherwise he would definitely be late.

　　 "No, I think the professor has arrived..." Edward ignored the words of the two, but glanced at the brindle cat on the podium, and then quickly returned to his seat.

Harry and Ron were confused, but after they sat down, they saw the brindle cat on the podium suddenly jump off the stage, distorted and deformed, and when they landed, they had become a middleman. The young witch is Professor McGonagall!

　　 Harry and Ron were stunned. They understood what Edward was talking about. They just didn't understand how Edward knew that Professor McGonagall changed the cat?

Professor Mcgondall was also surprised. She used the form of Animagus to observe the situation of the little wizards in this class, and also to use the transformation of Animagus as this transformation technique. At the beginning of the class, I didn't expect to be recognized by a student.

　 Professor McGonagall started the teaching content of the first transformation class.

"Before starting the class, I want to remind you that... Transfiguration is arguably one of the most complex and dangerous spells you will learn in Hogwarts school. Whoever wants to be in my class If you are mischievous, get out immediately and never come back!"

　　 Professor McGonagall waved his staff and turned the podium in front of him into a pig. Amid the exclamation of many little wizards, he changed the podium back.

　　 Edward sat in the front position, seeing the whole process of transformation clearly.

　　Accurate, fast, flawless...

　　 Being able to transform a wooden podium into a creature with consciousness is tantamount to directly changing the structure of matter, and even temporarily endowing the dead with intelligence. The mystery and power of magic are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

　　 The magic of the wizarding world may be slightly inferior in destructive power, but it has its own uniqueness in other aspects, and it is comprehensive and complete!

'System'

'Host can not learn the demonstrated magic"

Edward was confused. This was the first time that the system could not give him a higher level magic.

'Why?'

'Host, the magic spell must be intended for the host or the classroom to learn, or can be learnt from a book."

"Oh, then it makes sense. If I copied from every battle, that would be crazy."

Professor McGonagall's demonstration immediately aroused the interest of the little wizards. After explaining the methods and techniques for the release of the Transfiguration Curse, he distributed a match to all the students. The goal was to turn the match into a silver needle. .

　　 When Professor McGonagall started to explain the Transfiguration Curse, a reminder rang through Edward's mind.

　　 'System'

'Congratulations to the host for learning elementary transfiguration. Does the host wish to exchange it with higher level magic.``

'Yes'

'Ding, successfully learnt the magic "Null Magic: Modelling. The host's magic capacity is increased."

Edward looked at the wooden matchstick in front of him. He pointed his wand and visualized the change into a needle.

Null Magic:Modelling

The matchstick immediately changed into a wooden needle. Confused, Edward kept trying again and again, but it stayed the same.

'System, why is the shape changing, but the material not changing.'

'Host, Modelling can only change the shape, not the material.'

Well, looks like I can only rely on myself to finish the task. Edward began to use his own magic power, soon, the needle changed to Iron.

"Well done Edward. A point to Gryffindor. But may I suggest that you finish transfiguration in one stage rather than two stages as a way of improvement."

"Yes Ma'am. I will definitely do that next time."

Edward turned his head, only to realize that Harry, who was excited, was pointing at the two pointed, faintly shiny unidentified objects on the table in front of him and shouting loudly.

　　 "Hey, Edward... Look, I did it, I did it!"

"Well, yes.. Harry, you are amazing and talented!" Edward glanced at the unknown objects on the table and nodded. The first class of transfiguration can make the matches change significantly. Fixed form for a long time, is already the upper level among the little wizards, at least, much more powerful than him.

　　 "Right? I didn't expect that, my uncle, they are all Muggles. Before entering school, I always wondered if I could release magic..."

　　 was affirmed by Edward, and Harry also gushed out his previous worries and worries.

Before entering the magical world, Harry was nothing more than an ordinary 11-year-old boy. He suddenly became the savior in the eyes of everyone. Although he received unimaginable attention and glory, he also accepted the difficulty. The pressure of imagination.

　　 Harry even thought about the embarrassing scene where he could not learn magic, but fortunately the situation has not changed so badly.

　　 Edward was not surprised by Harry's rapid learning of magic. After all, the sorting hat made it clear when he assigned the academy to be brave, kind, and extremely talented!

　　The Sorting Hat even suggested that Harry go to Slytherin Academy. In the third grade, he used the guardian who had just learned it to destroy or drive away hundreds of Dementors.

　　 Had it not been for Hogwarts' free education to be overly happy, it is estimated that the talented savior before graduation would have the ability to be a professor at last.

　　 Regarding this, Edward said that he did not envy... not envy at all...

　　 There are only a few talented little wizards after all.

　　 Edward took a peek left and right and found that most of the little wizards were of this level. He sighed a little bit of relief. Without expecting it, I heard Professor McGonagall's high voice again.

　　 "Very well, Miss Granger! You can see, Miss Granger successfully transformed the match into a silver needle. Gryffindor adds five points!"

　　 In the aisle not a few steps away from Edwards seat, Professor McGonagall was holding a silver needle aloft, and gestured to the little wizards around him.

　　 Miss Granger sitting upright, with gray and brown hair scattered randomly on her shoulders, proudly raising her small head, accepting the surprised or unexpected gazes of the little wizards around her.

　　 Edward stared at the silver needle blankly, and the mentality he had just adjusted exploded in an instant...

　　 Does this still allow ordinary wizards like them to live?

"Damn it, it's a bit worse! If I practice for a while, Professor McGonagall should praise me..." Ron poked the table with his wand and stared at Hermione depressed. It seems to be annoyed with the glory that he was taken away.

　　 Edward glanced at Ron's table because he lost his magic power and turned back into an unknown object of matches again. He felt that Ron would not be able to reach Hermione's current level even after a few more lessons.

"Edward, when we finish eating, how about we go back to the dormitory to play the wizard flag?" Ron, who had finished the last class on Wednesday afternoon, gnawed on chicken legs in the lounge and asked vaguely.

　　 Edward slowly put the last piece of cattle into his mouth, and after a little thought, he still shook his head and refused.

　　 "No, I have to go to the library later. Let's play with Harry."

"Harry's chess moves are really stinky. They are not challenging at all..." Ron shook his head disappointed first, and then as if he suddenly noticed Edwards words, the chicken legs in his hand fell. On the ground.

　　 "My God! The library? I thought only one person would go there for the whole year!"

　　 "Hermione?" Edward thought for a while, and the little wizard who ran to the library every day should be our know-it-all lady only a few days after school started.

　　 "Yeah, who else is there except her?" Ron said exaggeratedly.

Harry on the side suddenly pulled La Ron's shoulders. Ron realized that Hermione, who was holding a pile of books, was also in the lounge. He lowered his voice and said in front of everyone how much Hermione likes to preach and What a defiant person.

　　 Fortunately, perhaps because of the long distance, Hermione didn't move much, and probably didn't hear Ron's words.

　　 Harry also listened in place with an embarrassed look. He didn't like this kind of secretly speaking bad things, but the other little wizards were very interested.

　　 I have to say that Miss Granger became famous in the gossip circle of little wizards by virtue of her preaching temperament within a few days of the beginning of school.

　　 Edward did not participate in the discussion of Hermione, but was not surprised by this situation either.

　　 After all, they are all eleven or twelve-year-old little wizards. No one likes to be preached in person, especially a little wizard of the same age.

　　 "Edward, what are you doing in the library?" Harry asked curiously.

　　 Brothers are not fun anymore... Bah, are the brothers not fun enough? Or the wizard flag is not fun anymore? Although Ron didn't speak, it was obvious in his eyes.

　　 It's like an appointment with you guys who play games after school every day, and suddenly one day they say that they will go to the library to study hard after school.

　　 Edwards mouth twitched,

　　 He didn't want to play the wizard flag. He just made some attempts to see if there were other ways to get grade points.

　　 It's not because the wizard flag is novel and fun...

　　 "Don't you think the assignments given by the professors are getting harder and harder? If you don't work hard now, what will you do at the end of the term?" Edward glanced at Harry, and sighed after a long time.

　　 Edward knows that his talent is mediocre, coupled with the disadvantage of wand fit, among the first-year little wizards, his casting level is basically in the middle and lower reaches of the level.

　　 In this case, the only way to improve the evaluation of the professors is to work **** the knowledge level.

　　Improve my knowledge reserve, answer questions in peacetime, maybe I can get an impression.

　　 "Ron, do you want to come?" After Edward finished eating, he packed up and said to Ron.

Although Ron's magical talent is better than him, it is only a mid-to-high level at best. Compared with Harry, the gap is still very obvious. In addition, Ron himself has not worked hard, so he will be iron in the future. The weakest one in the triangle.

　　 So in good intentions, Edward still reminded him.

　　Even though Edward didn't expect Ron to agree...

　　 As expected, Ron shook his head quickly. "What a joke, we have only been here for a few days, and we are still far from the end of the term. What's the rush?"

　　 "Forget it..." Edward didn't care, and walked straight to the library.

　　 "Look, Edward will be back in an hour at most, or I will eat the board..." Ron muttered a bet.

　　...

　　 Hogwarts library has the most complete magic books in the UK and even in Europe. From ordinary teaching books to esoteric curses and black magic, it can be described as everything!

Edward, who came to the library for the first time, was also shocked by the huge collection of books. Rows of bookshelves are closely connected together. There are as many as a thousand magic books on each shelf, far more than Edward 's previous life. The movie is much more spectacular.

　　Perhaps because of the beginning of school, there are not many little wizards in the library. They rely on the bookshelves or the promenade in twos and threes, but they vacate the rest area in the middle.

　　 Edward couldn't help but look at the forbidden book area. The magic he was looking for could be found here...

　　 "Child, are you looking for any books?" Mrs. Irma Pins, who is a librarian, walked over and asked softly.

　　 "Yes, ma'am, where is the book related to the basic spells for wizards.? The more basic one is best." Edward withdrew his gaze from the restricted book area and turned to Mrs. Pins.

　　 "Follow me..." Mrs. Pins directed Edward to a bookshelf, took a "Beginner's Charms Guide" from the shelf, and handed it to Edward . Then the words paused and continued.

　　 "What you just saw was the restricted book zone. Unless you can get the authorization of the professors, you are not allowed to view or borrow related books."

　　 "I'm just a little curious, but I don't plan to actually go in." Edward took the book in his hand and shrugged casually.

After scrolling through the book, Edward found a couple of basic spells.

'System'

'Rapid exchange in progress:

Lumos ⇒ Pika Pika no Mi: Wide Laser Barrage

Reducto⇒ Dust style: Heavenly Disintegration

Waddivasi⇒ Target Fruit: All object Rush at the opponent

Magic quantity is being increased."

Edward was happy when he felt that his magic almost quadrupled after this event. Perhaps he would definitely be safe from Voldemort for now.