The Magic of Holowarts

Chapter 23 Carl's Bird Can Fly

Whenever Carl is free these days, he is studying the notebook of the King of Gryffindor.

He is not an idiot. With detailed references, the learning progress of the Transformation Curse is relatively smooth. He can already successfully turn a teacup into a bird, but he can't fly.

Small problems can be solved, with the guidance of Professor McGonagall himself.

There are many reasons, which surprised Professor McGonagall. He didn't expect the little guy to progress so fast. That afternoon, when he went to Professor McGonagall's office for an extra meal, Professor McGonagall was not stingy with his praise.

"Carl, I didn't expect you to be so good at transforming!"

This made Carl a little embarrassed.

"Professor, my transformation has not been successful, at least it can't fly yet."

McGonagall didn't think so, Karl was a little too modest.Most young wizards who have just mastered the Transfiguration technique are good enough to conjure dead objects with perfect shapes. To conjure living creatures requires at least a fifth-grade level, and sixth-grade wizards may not even be able to do things like birds that require careful sketching. arrive.

And Carl did it, at least the bird could hop and hop.

"Don't expect too much from yourself. Transformation itself is a detailed magic. We need precise control and an understanding of the objects that need to be deformed."

Under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, the bird successfully flew up, although it fell to the ground within a distance of less than 1 meter.

Professor McGonagall told Carl to practice more after he went back, until the bird's movements became more natural, more odd, and his thinking became clearer.

The Transfiguration Spell cannot give life to a dead object. It is an imitation of a living creature. It is transformed from a magical level, and a wizard's spiritual imprint is added, which is very complicated.

For example, if you want to turn a stump into a pig, in addition to changing its appearance and internal structure, you also need to endow it with thoughts and make it move. The idea here is not to let you give half of your soul to the pig, Instead, the wizard uses his own magic power to program the behavior logic of the pig. To put it simply, it is equivalent to the magic version of computer programming.

It is not a few days for a Muggle to learn C prophecy, not to mention writing a program that can be used.From ancient times to the present, various methods of magic programming have emerged in an endless stream. The earliest rune depiction, the later magic array embedded in the current magic programming, each has its own advantages, and its old versions are not easy to use and are subject to certain Limitations, you must know that it is very troublesome to describe a magic circle, and you need to start over if there is even a little distortion. Runes are ancient runes, few contemporary wizards understand them, and their accuracy is not very high.

At the end of the teaching that night, Carl said goodbye to Professor McGonagall. He was very grateful to Professor McGonagall, and Professor McGonagall was also very satisfied with Carl.

"Professor McGonagall, goodbye."

"Go back to rest early, and remember to finish your transformation class homework."

Carl had a bitter face for a moment. For some reason, Professor McGonagall assigned him twice the workload of ordinary little wizards.

Damn it!
If he knew that Professor McGonagall had saved his life, let alone double, ten times the amount of homework should be done diligently plus thanks.

As a flight professor, Professor Hooch's spell level is not very good. She is proficient in the teaching of various flying skills and Quidditch tactical guidance. If Professor McGonagall does not take action, it is difficult to say whether Carl will break some parts .

Walking in the corridors of the school, the castle is particularly gloomy at this time, the torches hanging on the wall are not very effective in lighting, and his shadow dragged on the ground is constantly deforming. If Karl is killed next year, he won’t be wandering in the castle so late.

The sound of pattering footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Carl couldn't help complaining why the castle didn't install some Muggle world lights?
"Let me see who this is!"

Suddenly a figure blocked Karl's way, which scared him so much that he almost reincarnated on the spot!

This man was wearing an old loose black ragged robe, which wrapped his whole body very tightly. There was a pair of blue eyes on his chest, staring at Karl without blinking. Corners are hard to spot at a glance.

It was so scary at night, almost scared a wizard to death!
"The little wizard doesn't sleep and runs around! It's a bit of a harvest tonight!"

With a smirk and excitement, this figure gradually approached Karl, and when Karl saw the person clearly under the light of the torch, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It turned out to be the castle warden - Filch and his cat.

This guy is a squib.Born into a wizarding family (at least one parent is a wizard), but can't use magic, just the opposite of a Muggle-born wizard.

So I hate little wizards extremely, and envy their talents.

Karl has neither prejudice nor sympathy for Filch. Poor people must have something to hate. Obviously Filch is not willing to reposition himself.

The students didn't like him, and Dumbledore sympathized with him and gave him the position of castle administrator.

Carl suspects that this is entirely the benefit that Principal Dumbledore gave the little wizards to wander around at night, provided that there are powerful little wizards.

"Mr. Filch, you may have misunderstood something. I got Professor McGonagall's approval. I just left her office. I didn't wander around the castle privately. After all, it was a bit cold at night."

Filch obviously heard this kind of talk too much and didn't believe it at all.

"Little thing, don't try to lie to me. Honestly follow me to the confinement room. If I could hang you up in the early years, what a pity."

Clearly he was disappointed not to be able to hang Carl, and Carl apologized for that.

"Mr. Filch, I didn't lie to you. If you don't bother me, I can go to Professor McGonagall's office with you. I think she hasn't rested yet."

Filch was taken aback when he heard the words. No lying little wizard would take the initiative to seek clarification from the professor, but he obviously didn't want to give up. He grabbed Carl's collar with one hand and brought Carl's face close to him.

Tasteful!

Out of politeness and not getting excited about Filch letting himself down, Carl held his breath and endured it.

"Better not let me know you're lying!"

After finishing speaking, Filch let go of his hand, allowing Karl to be relieved. If Filch didn't let go, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Now! Immediately! Immediately! Go back to your lounge and don't let me see you again!"

The stern vent made his chest heave up and down, his cat hurt from being scratched, screamed, and jumped out of his embrace.

Seeing his Mrs. Norris (the cat's name) running away, Filch gave Karl a look before he reluctantly went after his cat.

Karl said he couldn't fully understand the man's state of mind.

He is probably going to be missed by Filch, so if he finds time to see Professor McGonagall, he still needs to talk about it, please tell Filch that he will go to her office to study at night.

About the Squibs, Carl had a little guesswork.

Ordinary people cannot become wizards without magical powers, but Squibs have magical powers but cannot become wizards. In the early days, people always thought that Squibs were Muggles in the magical world. The existence of magic power has greatly increased the value of Squibs. Creatures with magic power in their bodies are often the favorites of dark wizards, and Squibs are undoubtedly the best to catch.

How to make the squib can release magic, unfortunately, before the dark wizard studied it carefully, he was imprisoned in Azkaban (wizard prison).

Counting the time, there should be only a pile of bones left now.

　I originally planned to update tomorrow, and then update twice a day.

　　In any case, I want to be worthy of the book lovers who read books, so I got up and wrote a chapter to pass the time for everyone who hasn't slept yet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)