Chapter 1027: Unknown expectations

? In fact, Hermione had already found each other in the corridor when she came to the classroom.
Not only that, at the moment when she turned around and rebuked Ron, she inadvertently noticed the envy from the secret look of the trench coat wizard.
Thinking about it, perhaps because of this reason, Professor McGonagall took the initiative to invite the trench coat wizard to come to the classroom to join the class with everyone!
"Excuse me ... do you like class?"
The moment Hermione asked this, she saw the other side's slightly lowered face suddenly lifted slightly. Although there was no way to see the entire face because the collar was still standing high, the eyes that had been hidden under the shadow of the hat for a while remained in Hermione's mind.
There is no doubt that those eyes can be impressive, deep and full of charm, but at that moment there is a kind of complex lowness.
"I don't know if I like it," the trench wizard said softly. "I ... keke, I just know that I miss the feeling of having class with my classmates."
"So ... are you a student of Hogwarts too?" Hermione asked naturally.
Most of the wizards encountered in the British magic world are of Hogwarts origin, not to mention that they are likely to be 70%. So it's no surprise that she asked.
But when the other party heard it, they seemed to feel a little hesitant, and then nodded slightly.
"That's right!"
"Yes" or "No". Generally speaking, there are only two kinds of answers? What exactly does "calculate" mean?
When Hermione was puzzled, she couldn't help but feel that the other party might not want to answer the question with the truth, so she used this ambiguous vocabulary.
But since the other party didn't want to say it, there must be a reason for her dilemma-she didn't entangle more on this seemingly insignificant topic.
"Really?" Hermione sang. "Well, then enjoy the class feeling--"
As a result, the conversation between the two came to an end.
Hermione flipped through the textbook again, and finally pulled out her wand. After she swung her wand quickly and accurately, the tip of the wand in her hand then rested on top of the high compound on the table.
"The first is analysis, then the formulas needed for classification and confirmation, and then the most efficient formulas are selected to harmonize transformation, implementation and other quality deformations ..."
For this classroom exercise, Hermione's movements were very fast, and within a short time, she successfully transformed the beautifully colored compound into a purple crystal with a little transparency.
Probably because of the requirement of equal mass, the volume of this crystal is much larger than that of the material just now. Under the sun's rays outside the window, it shivered and reflected a faint lilac glow.
"Do you want to try it too?"
Without paying attention to the sights cast by the other groups, Hermione tapped the tip of the cane again to release the deformation imposed on it.
Seeing this, the windbreaker wizard on the side couldn't help but took out his wand with interest, and settled a bit briskly on the piece of material that had changed back to the original.
Suddenly, looking at the weird and strange material, it began to deform and change color again, and it turned into a delicate and delicate blue bird-shaped ice sculpture in a blink of an eye.
Under the lingering coldness, this little ice bird seemed to be in the sea of ​​clouds, soaring above the sky. Even if it is only a static ornament, it can give people the illusion of flying away at any time.
"Oh, it's so beautiful!"
Hermione leaned down in surprise and looked up, looking very fond of it.
At the same time, other little wizards around him couldn't help but came together, and around the table showed a look of surprise or surprise.
No way. The students in the class also know a lot about metamorphosis, but this is the first time that they have experienced such a vivid vitality on a dead object transformed by metamorphosis.
It can even be said that this unknown bird of ice crystals seems to be more alive than the real bird.
But after admiring for a while, Hermione seemed to be a bit strange:
"Why not make it bigger? Professor McGonagall's request just was to wait for the mass to deform, and the amount of material it contains ... seems to be much less?"
"Kekekeke ..." The trench coat wizard shook his head and coughed softly. "You just know if you try to pick it up."
"pick up?"
Hermione slightly stretched her hand toward the little icebird on the table, trying to carefully put it in her hand.
As soon as she touched her, she felt an unusually heavy weight, which caused her to fail to straighten up. But to her surprise, the ice bird was not very cold.
Just then, she suddenly heard the other person's hoarse voice quietly:
"This ice bird is the work that the person who taught me the metamorphosis used to make me follow the practice. It can change the quality, but the size cannot be changed. But every time, he will give me a piece of practice material with higher quality ... "
Hermione frowned a little, then quickly asked:
"Is it 'compressed'?"
But the other person shook his head again.
"It's not just compression; it requires temperature."
"Is the temperature ..." Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and then couldn't help but grab the sleeve of the other's trench coat. "So, how did it become so ... so alive?"
The desire for knowledge is a hallmark of Hermione. When the wind-wrenching wizard's hand deformity attracted her attention, she wanted to test her tentative thoughts, and she was immediately left behind.
But this time, the other party did not explain to her any more, but directly refused.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't tell you about this."
"what!"
Hermione then returned from her eager curiosity, realizing that she was a little bit ill, and quickly released her left hand, who was holding the opponent's sleeve.
"Sorry, I'm rude."
Until now, everyone around here suddenly heard Professor McGonagall's words on the podium.
"Everyone returns to their exercise materials, please raise your hands if they are successfully deformed, and I will come and check them for you."
As the students hurried away, the trench coat wizard leaned in front of Professor McGonagall to convey his apology for affecting other students.
Since then, the metamorphosis class has continued again.
After Professor McGonagall evaluated everyone's exercises one by one, he began to explain some details and the mistakes everyone made in the exercises.
Under the premise of concentrating on class study, the time of a class actually passed quickly. It didn't take long for the two consecutive morphing lessons to end.
And during the second half of this metamorphosis class, Hermione also sat beside the trench coat wizard, and from time to time, she said one or two words to the other party.
Although the exchange was obviously not too much, but after a short period of getting along, Hermione finally had the hunch to be more familiar with the other party.
After class, the trench coat wizard also said goodbye to Professor McGonagall and walked out of the classroom with the ringtone. But before he could take a few more steps, a rapid approaching rapid footsteps made him turn back again.
"Miss Granger?"
"Hum ... Fortunately, you didn't go far," Hermione shook the ice bird in his hand between the two. "Can you give this to me? Professor McGonagall said that the material is okay, But the key is that you do it. "
"Well," the trench coat wizard nodded slightly. "Of course."
"This is really great!" Hermione happily said, "I will study it well. I believe that one day I can make such a lifelike ice bird."
Speaking of which, she suddenly turned again:
"That's right! You said, Maca is going to work, right? So where are you going next?"
Honestly, the windbreaker wizard hasn't thought about it, because for him it can go anywhere ~ EbookFREE.me ~ so after Hermione asked it, I thought about it casually.
"Mr. McLean said he could go to the bar in Hogsmeade Village-he said it was a good idea to go there for a glass of butter beer."
"Oh! Hogsmeade has two bars!" Hermione said. "If Maca mentions butter beer, I think that's definitely talking about the pig's head bar-his favorite drink is there. Butter beer. "
Upon hearing that Hermione said that it was "Maka's favorite", the trench coat wizard soon seemed to show some interest.
"How's that?" Hermione continued. "The pig's head bar is not on the main road, it's more on the side-let me take you there?"
"But you ... class?"
"It's okay," Hermione waved her hand. "I don't have any class next time. I wanted to go to the library to study by myself. But now, I want you to tell me more about transfiguration-you seem to be very Good at this? "
I heard that the windbreaker wizard hesitated a bit. After all, who knows if he will talk about talking and talking about it, and bring up something that shouldn't be said?
Maca is right, but not everyone can understand his situation like he does.
However, there was a certain kind of emotion that was aroused during the class just now, which drove the trench coat wizard to agree to the invitation.
"If ... if it's just about magic."
"Did you agree?" Hermione said immediately. "Then wait for me in the hallway, and I'll come over with my schoolbag!"
Looking at Hermione's back as he walked away, the emotion grew stronger. The trench coat wizard pursed his lips, and there was a look of expectation on the face hidden under the hat. (https :)
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