Chapter 153: Acus (complement)

?　　 Harry Evans, is the name of the boy at the door.
　　 The five Slytherin sophomores are all familiar with him...
　　 Because last year, Harry Evans was still in the same grade as them; even though he was from Gryffindor College.
　　 It's just that his final grades in the final exam were so bad that he was eventually repetitive...Now that the other students are already in the second grade, he can only go to the first grade again.
　　 For this, he also received a lot of ridicule.
　　Matthew knows, Mr. Evans can’t be blamed for this...
Because most of last year’s semester, the "Harry Evans" they came into contact with was actually a disguise of a dark wizard... The real Mr. Evans was detained for more than half a year and then in the school hospital. He had been sick for a long, long time; in fact, he didn't learn anything at all.
　　 It's no surprise that I will repeat a grade in the end.
　　 It's just that this matter is strictly confidential at Hogwarts, and no one knows the truth except for a few people.
　　 I am afraid that even the memory of "Harry Evans" has also been erased.
　　……
　　 "Well, we are all here!" Professor "Severus Snape" said with a smile.
"Come in, Mr. Evans," he explained, waving his hand in the direction of the door, "Mr. Evans needs to take his transfiguration class, I will simply let him participate in this practice with you... , Drink tea first!"
　　 He started to distribute a cup of tea to the students in the office.
　　 Matthew took a cup of steaming tea, with a lot of brown sugar added to it, and it tasted pretty good.
　　 "Let’s talk about our plans for today," Professor "Snape" said while drinking a cup of tea, "Today’s after-school practice may last a whole day..."
　　 "Oh, my God..." Matthew heard Nott whispering behind him, "It's another whole day... Why don't you go and learn from Professor Bagshot..."
"However, I won't let you stay in a classroom. In fact, I plan to take you to the Forbidden Forest..." Professor "Snape" didn't seem to hear Nott's muttering. He continued, "I I have always believed that just studying in class is not enough—"
　　He paused, and then continued to drink lipstick tea: "Many wizards who have entered the society feel that transformation is actually a kind of useless magic.
　　 "...In a sense, they are right; but at the same time, this is also an expression of not integrating learning into life!"
　　 Matthew squinted his eyes and couldn't help falling into thought.
　　Although the identity of the "Snape" professor has always been doubtful...but his words are indeed a bit thought-provoking...
　　 "Now, let's go!" Professor "Snape" stood up and said jokingly, "I hope you haven't forgotten to bring your wands."
　　 Six students walked out of the transformation teacher’s office one after another. With their unanimous voice, all the small benches that had appeared out of thin air disappeared.
　　 Professor "Snape" first picked up a suitcase from the table, then walked out of the office and locked the office door.
　　 "Come with me!" he said gently.
　　……
　　 A group of seven people left the castle like this.
　　 When they passed the oak gate, Mr. Pringle was cleaning there.
　　 Seeing them from a distance, Mr. Pringle raised his head and greeted enthusiastically: "Professor Snape, do you take the students to practice again?"
　　 "Yes," Professor "Snape" smiled and nodded at him. "Early morning, thank you very much, Mr. Pringle..."
　　 He stopped, bent down, touched Mr. Tang's head affectionately, and then moved on.
　　 Matthew observes silently. In fact, this situation is a bit rare...
Mr. Pringle has always had a strange and irritable temperament, and Mr. Tang is a very violent golden retriever; not only the students, even the teachers in the castle, most of them have the same relationship with them; and Professor "Snape" , Seems to get along with them pretty well.
　　They walked past the greenhouse, and then walked past Professor Keitelburn’s cabin.
　　 On the small roof on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, plumes of smoke are rising into the sky... Keitelburn seems to be cooking inside.
　　 Professor "Snape" did not stop to disturb him, but moved on and marched into the forbidden forest.
　　The faces of several students all looked a little pale, but they could only bite the bullet and proceed behind Professor "Snape".
　　The vast forbidden forest gradually swallowed them; they began to walk on a small path hidden deep in the dark forest.
　　 The forbidden forest is dark and silent.
　　……
"Actually, I think you should be very curious, why did I bring you here?" Professor "Snape" looked relaxed, he suddenly asked: "After all, we are going to be in touch with Transfiguration. It’s not a defense against dark magic or protection of magical animals."
　　 No one answered, even Matthew did not understand what was going on at this time.
"Actually, in my opinion, transformation is the subject that needs to be practiced most and needs to be exposed to life..." Professor "Snape" continued, and his voice became faintly serious at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com :
　　 "Take the simplest example... I think you should all know how to turn a match into a needle?"
　　 "Of course!" Everyone responded quickly, Draco Malfoy's voice was the loudest, "We learned it in the first class of the first grade."
　　 Matches become needles, it is almost the simplest content in transfiguration; even for the first-year students, they have already learned it early.
　　 "Very good!" Professor "Snape" smiled and nodded.
　　 Then, he suddenly stopped, and stopped by a willow tree.
　　As everyone looked confused, Professor "Snape" broke off a branch from the willow tree.
　　 Then, he patiently processed the branches for a while, and in the end only a small piece of wooden stick the size of a matchstick remained.
　　 "So, who of you can turn this small wooden stick into a needle?" Professor "Snape" asked with interest, "Its size and match are almost the same..."
　　 The students looked at each other suddenly.
　　 "Mr. Malfoy, you come and try." Professor "Snape" casually handed the small wooden stick to Draco Malfoy.
　　 Malfoy bit his scalp and took it, then took out his wand.
　　 bent down, put the small wooden stick on the ground, and aimed at it with the magic wand:
　　 "Acus!"