Chapter 182: Metamorphosis exam at the prom

"Students, study should always be the top priority ..." Seeing Krum mentioned himself, Maca interjected, "I have just visited a few graduates before, and they are all worried about their work. It's because they didn't perform so well on their graduation exams. "
He has no time to visit graduates, but this kind of seemingly nonsense can always fool people. Especially when there are several principals and professors sitting next to each other, this argument becomes even more true.
On the other side, Hagrid was sitting at a staff table not far from here.
Today he put on that handsome black wizard robe again, and is looking up at the guest table! It's just because there was no Maca getting his hair done this time, and now they have returned to their original appearance.
Harry saw Hagrid wave his hand, he turned his head, and saw Madame Maxim waving her hand at Hagrid, her opal drink sparkling by the candlelight.
Everyone was chatting and eating, and soon everything was eaten. At this time Dumbledore stood up and asked his classmates to stand up.
Then he waved his wand and flew some tables to the wall, leaving a clear space in the middle. He transformed into a tall stage next to the root of the right wall with a set of drums, guitars, a lute, a cello, and organs.
At this moment, the strange sisters came to the stage together, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.
Their hair was particularly thick and they wore black robes that were deliberately torn. They picked up their respective instruments, and everyone looked at them with interest, almost forgetting what to do next.
Suddenly, the lanterns on the other tables went out, and the other warriors and their dancers stood up.
A slow but sad tune quietly played, and Maca reached out to invite, but Professor McGonagall did not accept his invitation.
"McLean, since you still think of me as your professor of transfiguration, I should fulfill my role as a professor--" Professor McGonagall smiled rarely, and she took out her wand and tapped Click the back chair next to you.
Suddenly, the chair seemed to come alive, twisted into a person exactly like Professor McGonagall. After he nodded slightly towards Maca, he stood calmly in place.
"This is my personal graduation exam for you, if you can complete it ..." Professor McGonagall looked at Marka. "At least I will be very happy."
Maca didn't expect Professor McGonagall to come out like this. Obviously, she wanted Maca to dance with her using metamorphosis!
In terms of metamorphosis alone, Professor McGonagall is undoubtedly a contemporary master.
Since she took up the position of Professor Hogwarts, she has been a consultant for the author of the deformed journal, Deformation Today, and often corrects articles in the journal during her free time.
Magic, such as Metamorphosis, which pays much attention to the accumulation of knowledge, is far from being comparable to Professor McGonagall.
For example, this "another Professor McGonagall" is also a great challenge for Maca.
Generally speaking, Morphology is actually a "preset" spell, and all practical applications of it should be prepared in advance.
And this preparation includes a series of physical change formulas, material science conversion formulas, precise and subtle magic control data, and a large number of adjustments and tests.
Therefore, the general examination of the transfiguration class is like a comprehensive science paper for Muggles, and it is also a kind of thick and full.
But the situation that Maca faces now is reversed: Professor McGonagall has given the answer, but he has to rely on this answer to push back the problem-solving process, which is obviously more difficult.
Fortunately, when studying Animagus's transformation, he already had a sufficient understanding of his body, and many data have been determined through repeated calculations.
In this way, at least half of the on-site calculations and adjustments can be omitted.
"Professor McGonagall, you really look down on me ..." Maca shrugged, then pulled out her wand and nodded another chair.
The chair also began to twist and deform, but the speed of change was obviously much slower than Professor McGonagall.
When the backrest was finally deformed, "Another McLean" opened his eyes and moved slightly jerkyly under Maca's control.
The warriors have forgotten to dance, and so are the other little wizards, and they all focus on two lifelike masterpieces of deformation that stand between Professor Makar and Professor McGonagall.
It's not unusual to change a person's shape with a metamorphosis, but if you want to be so fine and the movements are coordinated and smooth, it is very rare.
It can be said that some of the metamorphic knowledge contained in it is one of the key points for studying Animagus' deformation.
Seeing that Maca had completed this transformation so quickly, even with the strictness of Professor McGonagall, he couldn't help nodding. This student is always like this, no matter what time, he can always surprise others.
In the end, the dance was performed by Makar and McGonagall's transfiguration technique: It can be seen that Makar's "self" was a little too smooth when dealing with delicate dance steps. The "professor" always cleverly coordinates the past.
The two danced in the middle of the dance floor. The exquisite magical cooperation between a student and a teacher really opened the eyes of the three students.
It can be said that this is destined to be a unique and unforgettable Christmas ball.
Soon, under Dumbledore's leadership, many people also entered the dance floor, focusing on their dance steps.
At this moment, Dumbledore was waltzing with Mrs. Maxim! Compared with her, Dumbledore became a dwarf, and his pointed hat had just reached her chin.
However, for such a big woman, her dance steps are really elegant.
On the other side, Mad-Eye Moody was awkwardly dancing a two-step dance with astronomy professor Sinista, who was nervously avoiding his wooden prosthetic leg.
It can be seen that if the piece of wood was pricked in the foot, it would be bound to be taken to Mrs. Pomfrey for treatment.
The organ played the last trembling note, the eccentric sisters stopped playing, and Professor Maca and McGonagall let their respective "stand-ins" slide off the dance floor again, and then the magic that was attached to them turned back into two back chairs.
Warm applause erupted again in the auditorium. For each warrior, the ingenious performance of Professor Maca and McGonagall was even more exciting.
When the applause subsided, the strange sisters started playing a new song again, and the rhythm was much faster than before.
"Go invite the next dance partner, McLean ..." Professor McGonagall carefully looked at Makazai, as if he wanted to keep the student in front of him firmly.
She has taught too many students, but she has never encountered anything like Maca, who devotes all her time to learning magic.
Whether it is good or bad in the future, he is worth keeping everyone in mind.
But Maca didn't mean to look for the next dance partner--he originally thought about the idea because he couldn't figure out who else he could invite, didn't he?
"how about it?"
At a round table on the east side of the dance floor, Harry asked as he sat down and opened a bottle of butter beer, Ron, who was sitting there.
Ron didn't answer, he just stared angrily at Hermione and Krumm dancing nearby. Padma next to him crossed his arms and sat on Erlang's legs, one leg shaking with the beat of the music.
Every now and then, she rolled her eyes at Ron with dissatisfaction-Ron completely left her aside.
Parvati sat down on the other side of Harry, folded her arms, and crossed Erlang's legs. A few minutes later, a Boothbaton boy came over to ask her to dance.
"You don't mind, Harry?" Parvati said.
"What?" Harry said vaguely. He's watching Qiu Zhang and Cedric!
"Oh, nothing." Parvati simply said, and left with the boys in Boothbatten. She did not return after the song was over.
Hermione came over, and she was sitting on the chair vacated by Parvati. The dance just made her cheeks slightly reddish.
"Hello," Harry replied, but Ron didn't say a word.
"It's hot, isn't it?" Hermione fanned herself with the palm of her hand. "Victor went to get a drink."
Ron gave her a complex look.
"Victor?" He said, "Did he ask you to call him" Wiki "?"
Hermione looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"If you don't know," Ron said harshly, "I don't want to tell you either."
Hermione looked at him inexplicably, and then at Harry, and Harry shrugged.
"Ron, how are you--"
"... I want to know, Maca? What are you going to do?" Ron didn't stare at Hermione. He just looked at Maca bitterly in the distance, and asked Hermione in a low voice. com ~ Hermione opened her mouth in surprise.
what happened? Was his mind known by Ron? He's fighting for Maca?
"Ron," Harry whispered, "I don't think it matters that Hermione is with Krum-and does this have anything to do with Maca?"
Ron didn't bother Harry's stupid words, he just shook his head and didn't speak again.
Maca is right, everyone will have a few secrets that belong to him-certain things, I'm afraid he can't tell in this life. But he must not accept a sudden ending, and he cannot let his hard-working compromise become a joke.
"Why don't you go to Waikiki, he will worry if he can't find him," Ron said.
"I don't call him that! Not once!"
Hermione, who had been silent, suddenly jumped up, and she crossed the dance floor with red eyes and disappeared into the crowd. Ron looked at her back, but her face was endlessly lost.