The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 125 Innate Elegance, Transformation Club

Evening, third floor of the castle.

A desolate corridor, only a hundred meters long, with no classrooms, no professors' offices, and not even a decent room.

Therefore, apart from the first two weeks of the semester when a few energetic freshmen would wander around, this place became a veritable no-man's land after that, and sometimes even Filch wouldn't come.

Of course, there are many more corridors like this deserted area in the castle, but these are not the point. The point is that Ino has already walked back and forth here several times.

Today, I participated in the Transformation Class Club session.

Although he has experienced so much in the past week, including in a fantasy world.

But he always took the Transformation Class Club very seriously.

This is because polymorphism is the closest thing to the essence of magic, and elemental polymorphism is also a very important part of the plan.

To maximize the effectiveness of ice and fire, the aid of transformation is indispensable.

The flames of redemption and hope, if they cannot be controlled at will, if they cannot be freely unleashed like a shield of fire, then they seem only fit to light a fireplace.

After all, no one would be foolish enough to stand there and get burned.

In the original story, he was very fond of that heterochromatic-eyed prophet. Standing alone on the stage of blue flames, he was like an elegant symphony conductor, composing magnificent music with his wand and flames.

Seemingly influenced by Animagus, Ino felt that she not only loved playing in the water, but also the innate elegance that came with it.

Elegance is not affectation, coyness, or clumsy imitation.

It's an innate confidence and poise; elegance never goes out of style.

However, at this moment, he felt that he couldn't be elegant anymore.

I glanced at my pocket watch; it was 6:45 p.m., just a quarter of an hour before the 7 p.m. club hours.

……

"Since I lack talent, I'll have to resort to the brute force method..."

Ino took a deep breath. The Transformation Club couldn't give up no matter what, even if they lost points, even if they had to be high-profile again.

He doesn't care anymore, because he'll soon be out of time.

Winter is coming!

There was no extreme cold, no strong winds, only countless snowflakes floating around him. These snowflakes seemed to be under a levitation spell, silently suspended in mid-air.

Holding her wand, Ino flicked her wrist again, and countless snowflakes, as if on command, instantly transformed into countless white butterflies, all rushing towards the third-floor corridor.

To be honest, he had considered using detection magic, but when he thought about Professor McGonagall's test, it seemed a bit childish to think that a detection spell could solve it.

……

The third floor of the castle.

This hundred-meter-long corridor feels like stepping into another world.

Countless white butterflies fluttered and danced, their light wings shimmering in the candlelight, like snowflakes falling from the sky or sprites scattered by the heavens.

They gracefully weave between the columns, lightly gliding across every inch of space.

They are in the sky, on the walls, on every brick, on every suit of armor, on every painting...

The fluttering butterflies and the flickering candlelight intertwine perfectly to create a dreamlike and enchanting scene.

At the end of the corridor, Ino was also somewhat shocked. To be honest, the scene before her was truly beautiful.

However, it was an accident that caused all of this.

He originally intended to transform into a Billywig bug, but at the last minute, he was a little disgusted by the appearance of that strange giant wasp...

As a result, a moment's hesitation at the last minute allowed the butterfly to quietly replace the Billywig bug.

Just as Ino was about to use the ice and snow to sense the changes in the corridor, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"This is the Transformation Club!" Professor McGonagall stood in the corridor, looking at the magnificent sight of butterflies fluttering before her, and couldn't help but purse her lips.

"Excuse me, Professor!" Upon hearing the voice, Ino quickly turned around and explained:

"I can't help it, we're about to be late, but I still can't find the entrance."

Hearing this complaint, which sounded like a lament, Professor McGonagall's eye twitched slightly.

Then she extended her wand and gently touched a nearby butterfly. In an instant, the butterflies turned back into snowflakes and slowly dissipated into the air.

"Okay... you call this Transfiguration, but why don't you consider Gump's Transfiguration Law? Look at the painting, the apple in the fruit bowl has sprouted pineapple leaves—isn't that a hint? Transfiguration can't create real food!"

Professor McGonagall's tone was complex, seemingly showing some relief, but also a hint of disappointment.

"Come with me! I'll personally take you in now! Seriously... in over twenty years, you're the first one!"

Ino followed behind Professor McGonagall, not saying a word.

He knew very well that, just like the nanny in the orphanage, when she was angry, you should just listen quietly, don't talk back or make excuses for yourself, and she would be fine in a while.

But if anyone dares to talk back, hey! That's when things get really interesting.

Professor McGonagall walked up to the portrait of the banquet, drew her wand, and pointed at the fruit plate in the corner of the table.

It's like a combination lock; it's like clicking on several abnormal foods in a row, or rather, foods transformed by a transformation spell.

Then the entire portrait disappeared, replaced by a corridor only five or six meters long, at the end of which was a wooden door.

……

As Professor McGonagall pushed open the wooden door, Ino was able to see what was inside.

Wow! Handsome men and beautiful women!

There were only two people in the room, and he happened to recognize them by their appearance and the color of their robe collars.

Azure and earthy yellow.

"Welcome! Cedric Diggory, fourth year at Hufflepuff."

Cedric stood up and was the first to greet them!

"Great! Finally, a new member has joined us. Welcome! Cho Chang, third-year Ravenclaw student."

Unlike Cedric's formulaic approach, Qiu appeared more enthusiastic, even extending her hand proactively.

Looking at the fair, delicate hand before him, Ino paused for a moment, then, adhering to etiquette, gently half-grasped the other's four fingers, before smiling at the two of them:

"Slytherin Year 2, Enoch Swinburne."

Professor McGonagall stood to the side, quietly observing the interaction between the three. After a moment, she slowly spoke:

"I'm going to pick up some documents, I'll be right back! You can chat here for a while."

Hearing this, Ino chuckled to himself; Professor McGonagall's intentions were all too obvious. But that was fine too; barring any unforeseen circumstances, he, Cedric, and Cho would be staying here for the next few years, and cultivating good relationships with each other was crucial.

With the professor gone, the atmosphere in the small classroom relaxed.

"I've heard the rumors about you, freezing the classroom with an ice spell!" Qiu broke the silence first.

"And then, hahaha, Lockhart regained his confidence, which made things difficult for the third-year students..." Before she could finish, she covered her mouth and laughed softly.

"That's not my fault!" Ino spread her hands, explaining innocently, "He was the one who put the bugs in the classroom first, a whole cage of them."

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