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Chapter 312 Passing the test
"Is there a problem, Sibyl?" Dumbledore looked at the two broken beads in Trelawney's hand and asked curiously, "Is this a bad omen?"

"Of course, it's very, very bad." In Trelawney's shrinking pupils, the faces of everyone present were reflected on the shards of the bead. "Dumbledore, you will die surrounded by people."

"I'm not kidding."

Dumbledore also became serious, then he smiled and said, "That's not bad. I have lived long enough."

“Sometimes I often worry that I’m going to die without anyone knowing.”

"Now that I have your prediction, I feel relieved."

Dumbledore patted Trelawney's shoulder gently and comforted her: "A lively death is a gift to an old man like me who is about to enter the underworld."

“I’m really looking forward to it.”

Trelawney carefully placed the broken beads into a red cloth bag with a gold rim, and said, "You are happy, but you didn't think about those who cried for you."

Dumbledore touched his nose and immediately changed the subject: "Sybil, you should quickly prepare for the duel with Harry."

"He is very powerful, so don't be careless."

"I knew I would lose today." Trelawney said dissatisfiedly: "You'd better be serious, Dumbledore."

"The scars that death inflicts on the living can never be healed."

"It will keep cracking with memories, and until the living person dies, his heart will always be bleeding."

After that, ignoring the even more embarrassed Dumbledore, Trelawney took out her wand, slowly walked to the center of the classroom, and said to Harry, "Come on, kid."

"I have chosen the best position. This time, after being knocked away by your spell, I won't hit the back of my head. Because Minerva will catch me."

"This is the second chance that fate has given me."

After saying that, she pushed up her glasses and made a victory gesture to Professor McGonagall with her hands behind her back.

McGonagall took out her wand helplessly, even though she had originally intended to protect Trelawney.

As for her prediction, it was absolutely wrong.

There was no way she couldn't catch Trelawney who was knocked away because she had already started casting a spell.

The desks that were cleared to the back of the classroom were transformed into huge mattresses. Controlled by Mag's magic, they covered the walls around the classroom.

Harry walked up to Trelawney, holding his wand, and bowed to his chest, making a gentleman's duel salute.

Trelawney nodded and bent her legs, returning the lady's salute.

"Ready." Dumbledore wiped away the embarrassment on his face and shouted in a long voice.

He looked at Harry Potter and Trelawney who were waiting for the battle, nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"start!"

"Collapse!"

"Armor—" Trelawney hadn't finished the spell when a blue light hit her.

Where are your weapons?!

How could it be this spell!?
Trelawney looked at Harry in disbelief as he pointed his wand at her, her eyes rolled back and she fell backwards.

McGonagall exclaimed, she was too late to pick up Trelawney.

She really shouldn't have listened to Trelawney.

However, the imagined sound of the head hitting the floor did not occur.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

Harry flipped his wrist, and Trelawney, who was about to fall to the ground, immediately floated up weightlessly.

Trelawney, lying flat in the air, followed Harry's instructions and slowly floated to the mattress next to Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you, Harry." McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes full of appreciation.

"Excellent spell casting, fast speed, and great timing!" Duelist Master Professor Flitwick couldn't help but praise, "And he has a kind heart, what a good kid."

He turned to look at Dumbledore and said expectantly, "I'm next, Dumbledore?"

"No." Dumbledore looked down at Flitwick, who was a little over a meter tall, and said, "You are our trump card, Filius."

"Minerva, please test your favorite student's Transfiguration skills first."

Mag nodded calmly.

She learned what happened from Dumbledore.

In her opinion, the decisions made by the old man and the young were both ridiculous.

However, she had already been talking about Dumbledore in the office for a full hour, and now it was time for her to teach Harry a lesson. Of course, she had to win the duel first.

As McGonagall came on stage, Dumbledore also took out his wand, and his eyes behind his glasses became solemn.

In the following duel, if we don't concentrate, we won't be able to protect the absolute safety of both parties.

"preparation--"

"start!"

McGonagall and Harry waved their wands at the same time, and the floor in front of them suddenly changed.

A tiger and three white wolves appeared in front of McGonagall and Harry respectively.

Flitwick's eyes widened, he knew McGonagall's Transfiguration abilities, but he really hadn't expected Harry's abilities.

It is much more difficult for three floor tiles to turn into three wolves than it is for three floor tiles to turn into a tiger.

The difficulty level is equivalent to frying three eggs perfectly in three iron pans at the same time, compared to using three iron pans, one for frying eggs, one for making soup, and one for steaming potatoes.

Although both are breakfast, the former is not even as sumptuous as the latter.

However, the former places a stricter test on the operator's heart, hands and timing, and a slight carelessness will result in failure.

McGonagall was also shocked by Harry's action, but immediately ordered the tiger to pounce.

Harry's eyes flashed, and he let the three white wolves and the tiger fight each other.

Judging from the situation, the one tiger and three wolves were almost evenly matched.

McGonagall gritted her teeth, turned her wand dramatically, and pointed it at the floor tiles at Harry's feet.

The floor tiles instantly turned into a leopard and pounced on Harry.

Sorry, Harry.

With a talent like yours, you should study hard at Hogwarts instead of taking risks outside.

"Armor protect you." Harry raised his wand, and the leopard that pounced over was bounced away by the invisible armor just as it reached above Harry's shoulder.

Professor McGonagall took the opportunity to control the tiger and tore the three white wolves into pieces.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to declare her victory when she suddenly felt her wizard robe move.

A green snake was wrapped around her right arm holding the wand, and its fangs had already touched Mag's skin, feeling icy cold.

Only then did Mag realize that a floor tile was missing at her feet.

Harry used the same trick, but she didn't notice the changes around her.

"I win, teacher." Harry put away his wand, bowed to McGonagall, and then restored the green snake on her arm.

McGonagall wanted to say something but stopped herself. Finally, she sighed dejectedly and waved her wand to restore the tiger, leopard and floor tile fragments to their original state.

"Harry, you have really grown up." McGonagall looked at Harry with a mixture of relief and disappointment, then smiled and said:

"I really don't want you to leave, but I have no other choice."

"Pay more attention to safety." Mag gave his final warning, then left the duel arena and returned to his seat.

"I will." Harry replied solemnly.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, both shocked.

McGonagall and Harry's Transfiguration skills are just like those of the Creator, they can use them at will.

If it were them, well...it’s better not to say anything!
"Severus, you are next." Dumbledore looked at Snape with shining eyes and couldn't help but remind him:
"Don't hold back, Severus."

"You know the dangers out there, and you also know the methods of dark wizards."

"Think about Lily."

Snape hummed, leaped over Dumbledore, and stood in front of Harry.

"Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Snape."

Hearing Harry's name, Snape's mouth curled up, but he still said coldly: "You have to be careful."

　Gone.

　　I have to go get tested for H. pylori tomorrow…I need to go to bed early.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)