HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 158 Eris

In the Transfiguration class, Dumbledore turned the cup on the desk into a teapot, put his fingertips on the wand and looked at the students, "I don't know if you have remembered the essentials, but we have to try it anyway. Anyone want to demonstrate it for everyone?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes swept across Gryffindor and Slytherin, and finally looked at the object of his observation, Tom Riddle.

Tom wanted to pretend that he didn't see his eyes—because that probing gaze always made him feel insecure, but the 32 points deducted by Itana earlier were a bit too much, if Slytherin If she loses in the college cup competition, the dean will inevitably blame her.

Thinking of this, he was about to raise his hand, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Itana raised her hand suddenly, and raised it high.

"Okay, Immoteliti, you can demonstrate to everyone in the future." Dumbledore raised one hand slightly, with a smile in his eyes.

Itana stood up, bowed slightly at first, and then swung her wand quickly. The cup on her table first turned into an hourglass, then into a clock, then into a teapot, and finally she restored it again.

And everything she just conjured has many fine patterns. The sand grains and base in the hourglass are almost the same as the one seen in Dumbledore's hand before. The numbers are also more ornamental cursive characters, and the exterior of the teapot is embossed, referring to a teapot she saw in Kevor's underground alchemy workshop.

Transfiguration can often reflect the wizard's focus on spellcasting, especially those fine lines, which require a certain amount of imagination and sense of space, as well as the mental power to precisely control magic power.

Dumbledore lifted the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his nose, approval and worry flashed in his blue eyes.

This is undoubtedly a very talented kid, and he realized it as early as a year ago.

If Tom is like a boa constrictor dormant in a quagmire, wild, proud, and hidden in shadows, then she is like a lone eagle above the sky, hovering in the hard-to-reach sky, facing the sun openly, while casting shadows from time to time.

Dumbledore turned his wand again, still thinking.

He has never been able to truly understand the inner world of this child, compared to Tom who understands much better, rights, power, and recognition.

"Very beautiful Transfiguration Charms, and Miss Inmotellety gave us two additional examples that were equally good and successful, and I think that deserves five points for Slytherin."

Dumbledore pressed his palms to signal Itana to sit down, then looked at the other students who stared at Itana with wide eyes, "It's your turn, I need to check your results before get out of class ends."

Hearing this, all the students were shocked immediately, sitting upright and reciting the spell. Professor Dumbledore still attaches great importance to the process, as long as you work hard enough, no matter whether you can turn the cup into a teapot before get out of class ends, the professor will not It will be too difficult for you.

The sound of chanting mantras suddenly resounded in the classroom.

Until the end of get out of class, some students still failed to succeed. They avoided Dumbledore's eyes and seemed a little uneasy.

Dumbledore checked one by one, and everyone received his evaluation and simple guidance, and those who didn't do well were not criticized for it, but they lowered their heads more and more under his gentle but see-through gaze, Some people feel guilty, while others suspect that their laziness has been discovered. In short, each has its own reasons.

"Itana, you don't seem to have any classes after that, do you? Would you like to go to my place to try the new dessert?"

Itana's hand holding the book paused, then returned to normal and put the textbook back into the satchel, raised her head and smiled brightly, "Of course."

But Dumbledore did not take Itana to his office.

When the two stood there waiting for the spiral staircase to turn around, Dumbledore suddenly said softly, "Itana, did your grandma write to you again during the summer vacation?"

Itana was startled, "No." There was a slight sigh in her voice.

The spiral staircase stopped in front, and the two of them stepped up and reached the eighth floor little by little.

They stopped on the opposite side of the tapestry where the troll beat Barnaba with a stick, and Itana couldn't help but glanced at Dumbledore's face, and then immediately looked away as if afraid of being discovered.

This is the entrance to the Room of Requirement. What did Dumbledore bring himself here for?
With a little nervousness, Itana saw a door appear on the wall in front of her.

He really came to look for the Room of Requirement. Could it be that the fact that he used the Room of Requirement as a club activity venue was exposed?This is not right, the club activities did not violate the school rules!

That is because of other reasons.

What could it be?

Itana raised her hand and pressed the monocle, and Muir in the secret room raised her head from the book, greeted Salazar's ghost politely, and then got up from the long table and left.

"This is the Room of Requirement, a secret room in the castle." Dumbledore smiled and winked at Itana with his left eye. "I accidentally discovered this when I was in school, don't tell anyone else."

"I promise." Itana also blinked her dark blue eyes with a cute face.

Dumbledore pushed open the door, and the two walked in together.

It was an empty room with nothing but a mirror.

It was a very grand ornate mirror, with golden frames and fine reliefs, reaching as high as the ceiling.

The top of the mirror is inscribed with the words:
Eris Stella Uhru Ayitubi Kafru Ayitang Voorhees.

Itana's pupils trembled, and she almost immediately looked away from the gaze that was about to fall on the mirror.

"Professor..." Itana opened her mouth, and she couldn't find her own voice for a while, and said hoarsely, "Why did you bring me here?"

How could her reaction escape Dumbledore's sight? The half-old man lowered his eyes slightly and couldn't help but look into the mirror. His voice was gentle but a little dazed, "I feel like there are a group of people in my mind right now. Cornish elves at a party, Etana, do you know this mirror?"

"Yes, I know it. It's the Mirror of Erised, Professor, a mirror that can reflect the desire of the heart." Itana still tilted her head, and now neither of them could see the other's expression.

"Is there anything in particular that Etana wants?" Dumbledore's erratic voice sounded again.

"Is that what you want to know." Itana smiled, her eyes a little empty: "I want to know some truths, I want grandma to come back safely, I hope everyone is well, I want to prevent the tragedy from happening. "

(End of this chapter)