Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

"In my view, the essence of a wizard is never his body, but his mind and his will."

Ultimately, it's his soul.

"The soul is the core of a person's existence, the fundamental thing that distinguishes them from everything else."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over each student present, and slowly began to speak, guiding everyone to think: "Imagine if your body became incredibly powerful, possessing unimaginable strength, but your soul was replaced by someone else's—would you still be considered your original self?"

"If not, then who is currently occupying this body?"

"These questions may seem distant, but they are questions that every wizard who studies transmutation magic and wants to explore the deep mysteries of magic must seriously consider."

"The soul itself is an extremely wondrous and profound topic, containing infinite secrets."

"To truly explore the mysteries of magic, and to go further on the path of magic, delving into the essence of the soul is an essential step."

"If you take this step correctly, you can break through the bottleneck and reach a higher level. But if you go astray, you can easily fall into a wrong path."

At this point, her expression darkened slightly: "Historically, many wizards have gone astray and become dark wizards because they were overly obsessed with changing nature and exploring the power of the soul."

"They took pleasure in toying with souls, recklessly trampling on the boundaries of magic, ultimately destroying not only themselves but also bringing endless disaster to others..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Professor McGonagall shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry, I seem to have said too much. This content is indeed a bit beyond the curriculum for you first-year students."

She looked at Puni again, her eyes reminding her: "You only need to remember one thing: if you want to go far and steady on the path of shapeshifting magic, the first thing you need to do is to recognize your own nature, hold fast to your own soul, and never easily try magic that changes your own nature."

"If you are interested in this topic, you can go to the library after class to find information about 'Animagus'. You might find more inspiration from it."

Professor McGonagall's advanced lecture did not bore the students; in fact, Puni benefited greatly from it.

The magical world was indeed like a vast treasure trove full of secrets, with unknown surprises and mysteries hidden everywhere, waiting for him to explore and discover them.

The more he learned, the more he longed to study further and uncover more of the truth behind magic.

Isn't this hilarious?

With that in mind, Puni picked up the parchment and quill pen on the table, and his fingertips flew across the paper as he carefully and meticulously recorded every word and every key point that Professor McGonagall had just said.

At this time, the transformation class still had a long time to go before it ended, and many classmates had already quietly gathered around Puni.

Ravenclaw's roommates and Hufflepuff's students surrounded Penny, asking him for advice on casting Transfiguration magic.

Puni shared his knowledge without reservation, patiently answering everyone's questions and imparting all his spellcasting insights.

In his view, answering other people's questions not only helps his classmates, but also allows him to review what he has learned, consolidate his memory, and fill in any gaps in his knowledge, which is a win-win situation.

At this moment, he noticed a classmate next to him who was getting anxious because he couldn't succeed for a long time, and he comforted him, saying, "You don't need to be too hard on yourself, and you don't need to rush. Just try to make one end of the match sharper, or change its color. Take it one step at a time, hone your skills slowly, and you will eventually succeed."

"Look, your matchsticks have faded in color; that's a great start."

"It's not necessary to change the form first. Try changing the color first, and slowly find the rhythm of manipulating magic. That's also a good option."

Not far away, Professor McGonagall watched as Puni was surrounded by his students, patiently answering their questions. She sighed softly, but her eyes were full of approval.

Honestly, how could such a talented, calm, and humble student choose Ravenclaw?

If I could come to Gryffindor, I would surely become the pride of the house.

However, seeing Penny's calm demeanor and harmonious interactions with his classmates, Professor McGonagall finally understood why Headmaster Dumbledore admired this child so much.

In such a cruel dark wizarding family, it is truly remarkable that they could maintain such a pure heart and cultivate such a calm, humble, and sharing nature.

What Professor McGonagall was even more concerned was that Puni seemed to possess the potential for Occlumency.

Although he felt a lingering fear after hearing his own explanation of the soul and essence, he was able to quickly calm down, maintaining a composed expression without the slightest panic. This composure is precisely what is necessary for learning the Occupation Technique.

But what exactly are Headmaster Dumbledore's plans to develop this potential?

Who will be chosen to guide Puni?

Professor McGonagall pondered this in her mind, but had no clue.

......

Meanwhile, in the Hogshead pub in Hogsmeade Village, a dazzling light suddenly shone in a corner on the second floor. After the light faded, the figure of Headmaster Dumbledore slowly appeared.

He wore a dark blue robe, his hair and beard were still snow-white, and he had a gentle smile on his face. He slowly walked to the window and calmly looked at the view of Hogsmeade Village outside the window, as if he was waiting for something.

Not long after, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from downstairs. The footsteps grew louder and louder and soon reached the top of the stairs on the second floor.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, thin old man appeared before Dumbledore. He had white hair, a long, messy beard, a face full of wrinkles, sharp and cold eyes, and wore a faded dark coat. He exuded an aloof and impatient aura.

The old man raised his head, his gaze falling on Dumbledore. His brows furrowed, and he curled his lip in a nasty tone, demanding without any politeness, "What are you doing here? You're not welcome here. If you have something to say, say it right here and then leave."

Ignoring the old man's harsh tone, Dumbledore maintained his gentle smile, slowly turned around, and looked at the old man before him: "Aberforth, I know you don't want to see me, but this time, I really want to ask you for a favor. I think only you can do this."

......

After the transformation class ended, Puni walked out of the classroom with his roommates. Along the way, he could hear his classmates discussing the same topic.

—The teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts.