A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 498 Transfiguration and Vanishing Spell

Daphne's spiritual power is a deep sapphire blue, and with the mysterious help of the emerald slate, her magic power grows rapidly and vigorously.

The fatigue in her body seemed to vanish under the surge of her spiritual power, and she could feel every increase in the magic power in her body, surging like a clear spring in spring.

"What on earth is this?" Daphne looked up, her eyes attracted by the jade plate next to her that was emitting a faint glow.

Roger leaned over and whispered in her ear, "This should be a treasure that the goblins dug out from the depths of the pyramid. However, the content on it is still like an unsolved mystery and needs further translation."

Although his knowledge of runes was outstanding among wizards, he was at a loss as to where to start with those ancient and complicated short sentences on the jade plate.

If this was a secret about potions, Roger would definitely study it in depth at all costs. But in his hands, the Emerald Plate was more like a magic tool like a black box.

He doesn't care about the structure and principles, he only cares about its function and how to use it.

Daphne chatted with him for a while, and finally went back to rest. Roger watched her leave, and the closed door seemed to take away the warmth in the room, and he yawned unconsciously.

Breakfast time in the Great Hall turned into a battlefield of passionate debate among students, waving the Daily Prophet and arguing fiercely whether the Atlantic Ocean should be blocked by magic to prevent any wizards and Muggles from illegally crossing the border.

However, not everyone agrees with this kind of isolationism. For example, Mr. Harry Potter is the most prominent opponent. He firmly believes that Voldemort must be defeated and this cancer of peace must be eradicated completely.

"Rog, help us." Malfoy found himself at a disadvantage in the debate and hurriedly asked Rog for help. "Harry said that the Ministry of Magic is appeasing. This word sounds very negative, but what does it mean?"

"Well, it's probably similar to raising a tiger to harm you." Roger explained softly, cheering Draco on and asking him to take on the responsibilities of a prefect.

He flipped the page over to the other side, and saw that the entire page was almost entirely occupied by an advertisement for "Madam Malkin's Robes Shop." Madam Malkin was promoting her latest line of robes for protection against spells, and they were endorsed by the Ministry of Magic.

Roger usually has no interest in this kind of debate. In his opinion, any argument will eventually become a vain vapor. Attacking the quality of each other's words and deeds and providing emotional value to the audience is the winning formula for debate.

However, Harry and Draco's views do reflect the current polarization of the British wizarding community.

Wizards led by Dumbledore strongly demanded to join the American battlefield, while the Ministry of Magic led by Minister Amelia firmly opposed it.

In fact, the latter has won the support of most wizards. Anyone who attempts to leave the British wizarding community without permission may be arrested and tried.

"It's better to be more random." Roger's mouth curled up slightly, and he finally found the news about the increase in the price of crucible bread in the corner of the newspaper.

Although it was only an increase of 3 copper knuts, combined with the information provided by the goblin, he speculated that the price of food in the Muggle world may have skyrocketed.

Owl Saylor brought a letter from asset manager Thompson, who wanted to make some large investments in the futures market. Roger thought about it for a while, then replied to agree to his request.

He thought to himself that if a few volcanic eruptions occurred and the volcanic ash reflected the sunlight at high altitudes, the greenhouse effect would be quickly alleviated. Such a future would be a beautiful and fruitful era.

The debate soon turned into a quarrel, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor students began to attack each other. The bread and mushroom soup on the long table quickly turned into cannonballs, guided by wands and smashed towards each other.

The situation slowly got out of control, with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also drawn into the breakfast fight.

Professor McGonagall stood quietly at the door of the auditorium, her sharp eyes swept over every student who was making trouble in the auditorium. Not only ordinary students, but even the prefects and the student union president joined the melee.

Suddenly, someone stopped first, and then the noise in the hall disappeared instantly. A piece of bread still gliding in the air hit a Hufflepuff student's head accurately, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

"Aha, this is so fun!" Peeves' voice stood out in the crowd. He held the tray in one hand and threw bread like missiles to every long table with the other hand.

"Peeves?" Professor McGonagall's stern voice froze Peeves instantly. He hurriedly dropped the tray, and quickly disappeared into the wall.

"Gryffindor will be deducted 50 points, Slytherin will be deducted 50 points, Ravenclaw will be deducted 50 points, and Hufflepuff will be deducted 50 points." Professor McGonagall's eyes swept coldly over every student in the hall. Her voice was firm and powerful. "All students involved are responsible for cleaning the hall."

The students were not afraid of deductions and cleaning. What really made them nervous was that they had Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class in the morning. In order to avoid getting into trouble in class, the students acted quickly. Roger also joined the Slytherin students to help them clean the hall.

With the help of magic, the chaotic hall was quickly restored to its original state. Unfortunately, the wasted food could only be thrown away, and perhaps the house elves would take them to the forbidden forest to feed the wild animals.

The morning classes seemed a bit dull. Professor Flitwick first spent fifteen minutes emphasizing the importance of the OWLs exam, and then spent an hour reviewing the Flying Spell.

Finally, he assigned a lot of homework for the first time. The dean, who never stayed late, seemed to have become a different person.

The situation in the following Transfiguration class seemed even more serious. Professor McGonagall's expression was as serious as a stone sculpture, and her voice was loud and firm: "If you don't study, practice and apply seriously, then you will not be able to pass the exam..."

After a long warning and encouragement, she finally began today's teaching content: the Vanishing Spell.

"The Vanishing Spell is simpler than the Summoning Spell you practiced, but it is still the most difficult magic that will appear in OWLs, no doubt about it!" Professor McGonagall drew out her wand, and as she cast the spell, the huge podium instantly disappeared in full view of everyone.

She went on to introduce: "This spell can make both animate and inanimate objects disappear."

"What!" A cry of surprise suddenly sounded in the classroom, and the students looked at Professor McGonagall with fear in their eyes.

If the professor could make a desk disappear in an instant, could she do the same with wizards? After all, the professor had made it clear that the Vanishing Charm worked on living objects as well.

"Does anyone know the limitations of the Vanishing Spell?" Professor McGonagall asked. This time even Hermione was silent, not knowing the specific answer.

Seeing that the classroom was about to fall into silence, Roger slowly raised his hand. Professor McGonagall nodded, signaling him to answer.

"In terms of magical mechanics, the Vanishing Spell is a pure form of Transfiguration, because it changes the composition and structure of an object, turning it into nothingness," Rogge replied.

"Rogge, please explain in detail." Professor McGonagall encouraged him to continue.

"For example, the lecture table just now is made up of tiny substances. But substances themselves cannot construct wood. There is a layer of structure between substances and objects, which determines the shape of the object."

Most students still did not understand what Roger said, but only Professor McGonagall understood that this had touched upon the essence of Transfiguration. She did not interrupt him, but listened quietly and gave him full respect.

"But isn't the lectern made by a carpenter?" Harry asked in confusion.

Roger shook his head and explained softly: "This is the most easily misunderstood part. The carpenter did make the lectern out of wood, but the wood itself has never changed. Just like a house made of mud, no matter how beautiful it is, it is still mud in essence."

"The real purpose of Transfiguration is to use magic to build a new structure, so that the material that makes up the wood can take on other forms."

"The stronger the magic power, the deeper the degree of structural change, and the longer the duration of the Transfiguration." "So, the Vanishing Spell directly destroys the middle structural layer. It makes the form disappear in appearance and return to a material state that is invisible to the naked eye. In other words, decomposition."

The classroom fell into silence. Although Roger explained it very clearly, the concepts were still difficult for others to understand. They knew every word he said, but they had no idea what it meant when they were put together.

"To put it simply, if you want to use the Vanishing Spell to achieve the effect of murder, you need to use magic to decompose all the structures of the human body in an instant."

"Inanimate objects are similar to fixed structures, while living objects are changing every minute and every second." Roger smiled and explained the limitations of the Vanishing Spell. "The more complex the life is, the more difficult it is to decompose."

"This is much more difficult than the Unforgivable Curse. And the powerful magic left is enough for the Aurors to know the identity of the murderer." He shrugged and said softly, "In comparison, other spells are more effective."

Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded, giving a concise summary: "The Vanishing Spell can turn into nothingness, but it can also turn into everything."

Her words directly pointed out the essence of Transfiguration, and also made the profundity and power of the Vanishing Spell more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"The Vanishing Charm is the watershed and cornerstone of Transfiguration. With it, you can use the same substance to transform different materials." Professor McGonagall continued to explain.

"Professor, what if you want to make matter different?" Hermione asked curiously, "For example, turning soil into food."

"Good question." Professor McGonagall smiled and continued, "If you want to achieve the transformation of matter, you have to use alchemy. But so far, only the legendary alchemists can achieve such a transformation."

"Rogge, you have a very deep understanding of Transfiguration. Slytherin will get 20 extra points for your outstanding answer!" Professor McGonagall announced. This was the largest amount of extra points a house had given since she started teaching.

The hourglass in the entrance hall of Lisletlin rose rapidly, surpassing the other three colleges. As long as he was willing to answer the professor's questions, the college cup could only stay in the Snake College.

Many students wished that Professor McGonagall would talk more about alchemy. After all, transforming ordinary metals into gold was the dream of most wizards.

Roger was skeptical about the transformation effect of alchemy. In his opinion, the energy required to transform 1 gram of gold through alchemy was unimaginable, regardless of the formula and astronomical conditions.

Even if Merlin, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Nicolas Flamel, and even Voldemort and myself with a cheat were added, the energy demand could not be met. Unless the power system of the entire world undergoes a qualitative change.

With all this energy, it would be better to find a gold mine and work as a miner. Even building a spaceship to catch meteorites in outer space is better than wasting time in front of the alchemy table.

Professor McGonagall did not introduce alchemy in detail, after all, it was not Hogwarts' strong point. Moreover, only wizards who met certain conditions could take this course in their sixth and seventh years.

She restored the disassembled desk to its original state and distributed the prepared snails to everyone. Compared to Rogge's dizzy explanation, the difficulty of learning the Vanishing Spell was even more amazing.

Most of the students failed to make the practice snail disappear until the end of two classes. However, Roger, Daphne and Hermione all succeeded. It is worth mentioning that Daphne's speed was even faster than Hermione's.

They each earned 10 points from Professor McGonagall. In a Transfiguration class, Slytherin scored 40 points, almost making up for the points deducted in the morning.

Hermione was a little anxious to instruct the other Gryffindor students, but until the bell rang, no one had learned it. However, they won a new reward from Professor McGonagall, a homework assignment on the Vanishing Charm.

At this moment, the fifth graders finally understood how much homework they had to do. The snake-man essay in Potions, wand gripping in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Spell practice in Charms, and Vanishing Charm in Transfiguration...

In addition to the required courses, they also had electives to take, and if the professors kept up the same pace, they would even have to cancel their plans to go to Hogsmeade on the weekends.

Now, they experience the pressure of studying firsthand and wish they could get sick immediately to escape the clutches of homework and exams.

But when they thought about the next class, the students had to run to the library to look for information and do their homework.

Ron stood outside the library, his face flushed with embarrassment. The "No Entry" notice was like a huge label, stuck tightly to the stone wall beside the door.

Although whether he entered the library or not would have little impact on his grades, as a class leader, should he be turned away?

The students passing by were whispering, their eyes wandering between Ron and the notice board. Those faint and disdainful laughs were like tiny silver needles, piercing his heart one by one.

Ron's mood instantly plummeted, and the shining prefect badge on his chest became particularly heavy, making him feel unprecedented shame. After watching Harry walk into the library, he made up his mind and ran quickly towards Professor McGonagall's office.

"Dean, I..." He looked at the square glasses on Professor McGonagall's face, took a deep breath, and said bravely: "I want to go to the library to study."

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then replied gently: "Mr. Weasley, I am very happy that you realize the importance of learning."

"Several of your brothers have served as Gryffindor prefects in the past decade or so. When I sent you that letter during the summer vacation, I hoped that you would become even more outstanding because of this badge."

Ron was a little embarrassed by this compliment, he lowered his head with a bright smile on his face, and he waited patiently, expecting Professor McGonagall to lift the library ban.

But the office fell into silence, with only the rustling sound of the quill pen scratching on the parchment. He looked up and found that Professor McGonagall had immersed herself in her work again.

"Ahem..." Ron coughed unnaturally, trying to attract Professor McGonagall's attention.

"Anything else?" Mag took off his glasses and looked at him puzzledly.

"Well... I was... banned by Madam Pince a few years ago," Ron stammered, his eyes quickly scanning the headmaster's face, noticing that the gentleness in Professor McGonagall's eyes was rapidly fading.

"Professor, that happened several years ago. I realized my mistake because of making noise in the library..." he tried to explain.

"You should go and apologize to Madam Pince." Professor McGonagall reminded, "Although I am the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, I have no right to interfere with Madam Pince's library."

"Or, you could talk to Headmaster Dumbledore," she added.

"I...I know." Ron hurried out of the office. He looked down at the badge on his chest and muttered secretly, "I'm a prefect now. I must ask Madam Pince to lift the ban!"

He never felt that he had done anything wrong, but he did it for the integrity of his privileges and to prevent other students from gossiping and slandering him behind his back.

Professor McGonagall looked at the wooden door and shook her head helplessly. Madam Pince treasured books very much and looked quite serious.

But she was very kind-hearted and definitely not someone who held grudges. If Ron had apologized earlier, the ban at the entrance of the library would have been lifted long ago.

Perhaps it was because Ron had never taken the library seriously. Like his twin brother, he valued playing more than studying. Otherwise, he would have come to see me or Madam Pince long ago instead of waiting until now.

"Maybe the prefect badge can really make him realize his responsibilities." McGonagall said to herself and continued to deal with other things in the school.

(End of this chapter)