Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

"Theory and practice are inseparable, so what you have to do today is to turn the match in front of you into a silver needle."

In the classroom, the little wizards are trying to turn the matches into silver needles, but basically there is no response. The better ones just change the color of the match, or turn it into a wooden needle.

Professor McGonagall was not angry, because this was a normal situation, and Transfiguration was not an easy course to understand.

Professor McGonagall was right. Alvin carefully flipped through the book on Elementary Transfiguration, which seemed simple but was actually a bunch of nonsense that you couldn't understand.

This entire book does not teach you how to wave a wand or say a spell.

Overall, I can tell you one sentence: You can do it, you can do it! Trust your heart!

"Isn't this the power of my thinking? I understand." Ivan scratched his head.

Pointing his wand at the match, he tried again with a new match. He had already broken a match just now because he failed to master the magic power.

At the same time, his mind kept thinking about the shape of the silver needle. When the magic passed through the wand, the match on the table turned into a shining silver needle.

"Very good Mr. Ivan, plus five points for Hufflepuff. You did a good job."

Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with Alvin's results. It was very rare for a little wizard to grasp the trick in the first lesson. This child was really talented.

The little wizards around them all cast envious glances.

"Evan, how do you do it? I'm always close." The speaker was Susan Burns, a little girl from Hufflepuff.

"It's very simple, believe in yourself, think about how you want to change, and believe that your magic can do it for you. That's all. As long as you stand out confident and focused!"

Ivan didn't hide what he said, and many people heard it, and Professor McGonagall didn't stop it. It's good that the communication between classmates was successful.

At first, the little wizards were still confused, but later they seemed to be awakened, and several little wizards succeeded.

The rest have also progressed from breaking a match and remaining motionless to changing color and general shape.

In short, because of Alvin's words, the results of this Transfiguration class were very good. Professor McGonagall was very happy to give the two colleges a collective five points.

Chapter 15 Are these two unlucky kids still fighting?

In the early morning, Hogwarts has a mysterious desolation shrouded in morning fog. The autumn season has already made the morning temperature cold.

But while most of the students were curled up in warm blankets, a young man was running on the edge of the black lake in a well-fitting sportswear.

"I don't know if the martial arts master I asked dad to find for me is a bit vague. It's not safe at Hogwarts if I don't learn more skills."

After the morning run, Alvin wiped his sweat with the towel hanging around his neck, then lowered his waist and took up the horse stance.

As a descendant of the dragon, who wouldn’t want to learn martial arts if possible! Especially in this life, his family is well off and he must seize the opportunity.

He rejected the taekwondo, karate and judo wrestling coaches his parents found for him. He chose Muay Thai and found a retired special forces soldier to teach him fighting skills. As for kung fu~

At present, I only have connections through my family’s chef, and I found a master in Chinatown who knows how to write basic boxing and kicking skills.

Although this master didn't know much and hadn't even finished learning a set of Bajiquan, he was successful in learning the basic skills solidly, so at Aiwen's request, he learned the basic skills for a year when he was seven years old.

In the days that followed, Aiwen continued to train himself, just waiting to find a master with real skills to learn some real killing moves.

But in the next few years, Ai Ben, with his overage intelligence, memorized all the moves taught to him by Muay Thai masters and fighting coaches. The rest was just to keep honing these skills, and he didn't need a teacher to teach him step by step.

"Well, Fox, it seems that a very hard-working little wizard has come here this year. He came out to exercise so early." The old and young Dumbledore, wearing pink pajamas, opened the window to breathe in the fresh morning air, and happened to see Alvin exercising.

"It's great to be young~ I think I should have a cup of honey lemon tea with three spoons of honey."

Fox glanced at the old bee looking for honey, and continued to preen its beautiful feathers on the bird stand.

"Good morning, little wizard! It's really rare for little wizards to get up so early to exercise."

Just when he had finished his horse steps and got up to stretch his muscles, Alvin heard a loud, rich voice behind him.

Looking back, Hagrid, dressed in dewy clothes, was walking over carrying a large sack.

"Hi, good morning, Hagrid." Alvin greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, little wizard."

"My name is Alvin Margrave, can I be your friend?"

"Oh! Do you want to be friends with me, Alvin? That's great." This big man, who was more than three meters tall, actually showed a hint of shyness when he heard the little wizard proactively said that he wanted to be friends with him.

"Of course, I heard from the seniors, Hagrid, you like to deal with magical animals, and you are also Harry's friend, right?"

"Of course, I like those cute little guys very much. It's great that you are Harry's friend too." In order to express his enthusiasm and the joy of meeting new friends, Hagrid slapped Harry with his big slap. Wen's back.

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Maybe Hagrid didn't feel the force of the pat, but Alvin felt as if someone jumped up and kicked him in the back.

"Ahem...Hai...Hagrid! Although it's a bit presumptuous, but can I ask you a favor?" Ivan said after breathing hard.

"Of course it's no problem. As long as it's not against the rules, I'll be happy to help you." Perhaps he was happy to have made new friends, or he was a warm-hearted person, so Hagrid agreed to Alvin's request without even thinking about it. .

"That's it...so can you help me find that magical animal that's not too dangerous and has a bad temper?"

Alvin told Hagrid about the two pets he had with very bad tempers, and about the potion he had found that could make the animals obedient and potentially evolve into magical animals.

"Of course it's no problem! It's really a headache for some small animals with bad tempers, but as long as you promise not to hurt them, it'll be fine. But you have to promise me that you will never let this magic potion leak out, otherwise I'm afraid some bad guys will Harming those cute little guys for profit."

Hagrid emphasized.

"I, I swear on my life! If I do anything to harm them, I will let Merlin detonate my magic and make me explode and die! I did this just to let my two pets adapt to the magical world. That’s all!”

Alvin knows how much Hagrid loves magical animals, and under this premise, he has not doubted whether his friend who has just met for less than ten minutes has any malicious intentions. Based on this, he can use the oath to Prove it to Hagrid.

Because when dealing with pure people, there is no need for any twists and turns.

"Oh, don't be like this, little wizard. I understand your determination. You can't make such terrifying oaths casually in the future." Seeing Ivan so serious, Hagrid suddenly panicked. He just wanted to remind the little wizard, no I want to be so serious.

"It's okay, Hagrid. This also proves my determination not to harm the animals. I don't care." Ivan still had that kind smile on his face.

After making an agreement with Hagrid, Alvin returned to the dormitory and changed into school clothes, and went to the auditorium. Today there will be an owl delivering a letter, and the materials he requested from his family should also arrive.

That's right, Ivan asked his father to buy the materials for the qi magic spell to tame animals. Because there were many materials that did not belong to the wizarding world, he had to rely on his own money making ability.

"Look, Neville received a memory ball. I remember that as long as the smoke inside turns red, it means you have forgotten something." Gryffindor Seamus pointed at Neville and said.

"But, I don't remember what I forgot~" Neville said to his friends with some embarrassment.

"Neville, I think you should eat quickly, otherwise you won't be able to go back to the dormitory in time to put on your school uniform." Alvin next door friendly reminded Neville that he had forgotten something.

The long tables in the Hogwarts auditorium were arranged in order of snake, lion, badger, and eagle, and Ivan just happened to be next to Neville.

Seeing Neville hurriedly going back to change into his school uniform, Alvin swallowed the last bite of the omelette and returned to the dormitory with the package brought over by Little Daidai.

He was thinking about whether to bring a Chinese cookbook to the elves when he comes back for Christmas. He has already begun to miss the taste of braised pork in xiaolongbao, and of course the pork elbows in sauce! So greedy~

Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was very boring, and you couldn't learn anything useful while stumbling over the textbook.

When I first watched Harry Potter, Ivan was thinking, can this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor really teach the students of Hogwarts well?

Is it because the wizarding world was so frightened when Voldemort came back? It was because they knew they were no match because of their lack of talent and learning, and that was why it was so tragic.

Dumbledore was so focused on cultivating his savior plan that he didn't think about the future of the students who would learn serious things without a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

In that case, he is not that competent as the principal.

After finishing a Defense Against the Dark Arts class under Voldemort's nose, Ivan heard news that surprised him.

That was today's flying lesson. Because of Neville's memory ball, Harry and Draco chased into the sky. In the end, Harry was taken away by Professor McGonagall.

Ivan was a little confused. He felt that since his intervention, Harry and Draco seemed to be so tense, right? Why are you pinching me again?

Is true love really unstoppable? Are these enemies really incapable of getting along?

Alvin thinks simply. Since the beginning of school, he has tried his best to lower his presence, concentrate on his studies, and try not to get involved in Harry's development path as a savior, so he doesn't care about Harry's status.

Although Draco didn't become extreme because of Harry's refusal to start school, he couldn't bear to have a Weasley next to him telling Harry that the Malfoys were not good people.

In addition, Draco's speech was also unpleasant and he was always mean and mean. If it weren't for the fact that his family was a school director, he would have been beaten countless times for his bad character.

Today, it's still the same as the original plot. Draco laughed at Neville, and Harry's tone of voice was offensive, which made the eldest young master unhappy, so he went through the original plot again.

Knowing this dramatic development, Alvin was speechless. Why did he forget Draco's disgusting words~

Chapter 16: Attacking Filch’s Cat

"Hello, Mrs. Norris, today it's canned chicken breast. Next time I'll bring you cat strips from home."

In the corner of the corridor of Hogwarts, Alvin took out a can of cat cans from his arms, opened it and fed it to Mrs. Norris.

This Maine Coon cat suffered along with Filch. It was originally a big cat, but it turned out to be skinny and skinny, and its long hair had no luster at all and was as dry as a pile of hay.

This canned cat was produced by Alvin's own factory. With his vision far ahead of his time, Alvin suggested that his father get involved in the pet market early on. He knew that the pet market would be very popular in the future! Start early and make money early.

Mr. Bartlett didn't pay much attention at first, just thinking that it was a child who likes small animals, but later I heard Alvin analyze that these days will definitely get better and better. By then, people will have spare money, and the status of pets will definitely improve, so he starts now. It’s definitely not a loss.

Mr. Bartlett thinks it makes sense. The pet supplies cake in the world is not yet completely divided, but there is still a lot of room for it.

He immediately decided to listen to the advice of his nine-year-old son and was not afraid of losing money. This small amount of money could not shake the Margrave family.

This time, Alvin was also fulfilled, and he was just using it to please Filch's cat, so that he could still have some favors during night outings in the future.

Out of caution, Alvin has never gone out at night, but now that he is in Hogwarts, how can he not go out at night?

"My dear, where are you? Oh~ what are you doing!" Filch, who couldn't find the cat, saw Alvin squatting next to Mrs. Loris, thinking that he would do something bad again, so he hurried over and took Loris away. The lady held her in her arms.

"Baby, did he hurt you? Let me see, these nasty little wizards are always trying to do harm."

Filch looked anxiously through Mrs. Norris, trying to find something wrong so that he could punish this evil little wizard.

But he looked left and right and couldn't find anything. Unwilling to accept it, he stared at Aiwen with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"What did you do to Mrs. Alice!" It's not that he doesn't want to believe Alvin, but he has the experience of the Weasley brothers. Last time, the brothers cut off Mrs. Norris's beard while he wasn't paying attention. He was so angry that he chased them all over the castle.

"Uh~ I just saw how pitifully thin it was, just for a can of snacks." Ai Wen was speechless~ This old guy really looks like an old witch who eats children.

"Meow~"(^? ??^)?

Mrs. Norris, who was enjoying her meal, was suddenly taken away. She screamed in displeasure, broke away from Filch's arms, and continued eating the canned cat.

Normally, she wouldn't be able to eat such good food with Filch, so when she finally got the chance, she still wanted to prevent her from eating it! impossible!

"No! Mrs. Loris, what kind of drug did you give it, you evil little wizard!" Filch stared at his red eyes, put his old and skinny face in front of Alvin and asked.

He looks like a cuckold who saw his wife cheating on her.

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