Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 41 The Temptation of the Philosopher’s Stone
Cedric smiled and agreed to Bree. Maybe he himself wanted to find something to keep himself busy so that he would not fall into self-blame, especially for helping his dean because he felt that he did not enter the finals this time. I'm sorry for Sprout's expectations.

"Okay, I will also ask you by the way. You are our dean's favorite student, and you can actually make her angry."

For more than a month, Bri has not scored a single point in the herbal medicine class. It does not mean that he has given up studying the herbal medicine class, but he does not dare to raise his hand at all, and Professor Sprout also ignores him.

"Oh, don't laugh. I didn't mean it. Who gave me a reason to do something wrong?" Brie opened her pure black eyes, looked at Cedric obediently and said, "Will you help me do something wrong?" The box is coming back, right, Ced?”

"Hiss..." Cedric nodded stiffly.

"I'm doing my best."

Bree happily ate another egg yolk pie, waved to Cedric and hurriedly left the hall. He needed to go to Professor McGonagall's office tonight. Professor McGonagall wanted to inspect his progress in learning transfiguration. He is already familiar with the transformation of living creatures, and he believes that he will soon become proficient in it.

"Come in, little Oude."

Professor McGonagall has begun to call Bree little Oded in private. McGonagall likes young wizards who are sensible and studious, especially when it comes to asking about transfiguration. This is McGonagall's strength and pride.

"Then let me see, how about making the pillow turn into a kitten."

Professor McGonagall handed the pillow on the chair to Bree, who also picked up her wand and cast the Transfiguration spell on the cushion.

"Meow~"

A lively little black cat appeared in Bree's arms. It slightly cupped the back of Bree's hand, which was very affectionate.

She handed the little black cat to Professor McGonagall. The soft touch made the professor raise her eyebrows happily. She looked carefully at the kitten's body parts and pinched the cat's nose. When she saw the kitten sneezed, she used her own The wand feels the inner magical structure of the kitten.

"It's great. I have to say that you are the most gifted little wizard I have ever seen in transfiguration. Maybe Dumbledore wasn't as good as you in first grade."

Professor McGonagall put the kitten on the table, and she excitedly picked up a copy of "Transfiguration Newspapers and Periodicals 1" from her bookshelf and gave it to Bree.

"I think you need this now. This is the highest authority on transfiguration - the reports of Animagus newspapers over the years. I have collected them all. Of course, this is not all of them. There are many. You are reading After you finish this one, you can come to me and ask for a new one. I will also test you on the content. You have to let me see new surprises. When I feel that you are competent, I will teach you more advanced transformation techniques. "

After rubbing Brie's head, Mag said: "Before this, you need to accumulate. Now you are just one step closer to the introduction of transformation. If you want to make a qualitative change, you need more knowledge to reach other classes. Don't be impatient. A solid foundation is the most important force in learning the art of transfiguration."

Bree put the book away.

"Of course, I understand the dangers of transfiguration. I can guarantee that I will not learn advanced transfiguration without your approval."

Professor McGonagall is a senior, a master of transfiguration. Bree knows what is good and he is not an arrogant person. There are many geniuses in this world, but there are not many strong ones. Dead geniuses will not be respected by others, only Ridicule.

"As long as you understand, go back and rest now. I hope to see you at the Quidditch match tomorrow. You should take a closer look. It will be helpful for your flying lessons."

When Bree heard what Professor McGonagall said, he disagreed. Although he couldn't be excellent in flying lessons, he was definitely not bad. It was obvious that Professor McGonagall had other expectations for him, but he could not accept riding on a broomstick. Rumble movement.

"Well... Good night, Professor McGonagall. I hope Slytherin and Gryffindor can have a good friendly match."

Bree didn't say anything explicitly, but Professor McGonagall knew what Bree meant.

After leaving Professor McGonagall's office, Bree returned to the Slytherin common room. He did not choose to go to the dormitory immediately. Instead, he sat by the fireplace and silently read the Transfiguration report excerpted by Professor McGonagall.

It's said to be a report, but it's actually a publication of some Transfiguration masters' thoughts, like a paper. People who don't have any interest or insights in this may get a headache after reading it.

"No one should have told you that this is my place, Oded!"

Malfoy walked into the lounge with a long and large package, followed by Goyle and Crabbe. Pansy, Daphne, and Theodore were already waiting in the lounge, but they didn't dare. And Bree made irresponsible remarks.

"Come and take a look, this is the new broom my dad bought me to congratulate me on winning the Quidditch championship!"

Malfoy raised his eyebrows excitedly.

"This is Nimbus 2001, an in-house customized model, not the 2000 that is about to expire, hum."

Harry's is Nimbus 2000 given to him by McGonagall, which is very precious, but Malfoy is Malfoy after all, and he will always get better. Who gave him a duplicitous and doting father who clearly said before that only Malfoy would be given a new broom only if he finished first in his year.

Now, before the game, he was given Nimbus 2001, which will be released next year. Gee, this is really Malfoy.

Bree looked up and saw Malfoy excitedly opening the package and stroking the broom in a way that Bree couldn't stand.

"Your father really loves you, but I hope he won't be sad because his son fell in love with a broom. Are you going to kiss it now?"

Bree withdrew her eyes and looked back at her book. Compared to items like broomsticks, which were too troublesome to sweep the floor, Bree loved knowledge more, even if the transfiguration journal was very abstruse and difficult to understand.

Breed had to go to the library to find more information for reference. They could be found in the general book section, and some esoteric ones were reserved for Professor McGonagall to answer.

This is the benefit of having a teacher, who has already prepared the path for you to learn, and you only need to work hard to climb.

"Oh." Malfoy glared at Bree, then took the broom and sat on the sofa next to Bree.

"You will never understand the charm of Quidditch. You have no idea what you have lost!" Malfoy was in a good mood. He seemed to have never thought that he might lose.

Bree couldn't help but hit Malfoy and said: "Victory is always uncertain, and the outcome will not be known until the last moment. Don't cry and complain to your father after losing."

After saying that, Bree glanced at the red-faced Malfoy teasingly, and ignored his angry gaze. Sometimes this child was quite mature, but sometimes he was so childish. In comparison, Bree felt like he was More Slytherin than him.

Children who grow up in a honeypot pretend to be adults.

Shaking his head, Brie decided to end the day quickly. Tomorrow was a good opportunity. The Philosopher's Stone was a treasure that could gain infinite wealth and longevity. Even the former owner of the turret was willing to sell his soul for him.

Bree had information to investigate the Philosopher's Stone when she knew it was probably in the restricted area on the fourth floor of Hogwarts a month ago.

Nico Flamel, a master alchemist who lived nearly [-] years, was the only person in history to create the Philosopher's Stone. He is still alive and is a good friend of Dumbledore.

The magic stone can turn stones into gold, and can also make potions of immortality...

"But why is it here?"

Bree was puzzled and decided to go take a look. Students would be out during the Quidditch match tomorrow. This was a good opportunity. Some time ago, the restricted area on the fourth floor was an important patrol location for Filch. At night, Bree was I have to take a detour to read in the restricted area.

……

Early the next morning, Bree lay in bed and slept in, not paying attention to the noise Malfoy made as he hurriedly got up and put on his Quidditch uniform.

"How can a greedy and lazy person be a Slytherin?"

Malfoy once again complained about the shabby Sorting Hat, but he had no time to spend in the dormitory with Bree.

It was long after Malfoy left that Bree slowly got up. This was the most comfortable sleep he had had in a month.

After Bree walked out of the dormitory, Slytherin was already empty. It seemed that almost all the little snakes were out. Who knew that today was against Gryffindor? Slytherin has never been bad at showing the unity of the house. As for the internal It doesn't matter whether we are truly united or not, it depends on everyone's ability.

Using the Ignore Charm and the Disappearance Charm to reach the fourth floor, Bree approached the end of the corridor. There was a passage that had not been cleaned for a long time, and it seemed that this was where it was.

But just as Brie was about to open the door, she heard a voice coming from outside!

who is it?

What a bad luck!

Bree looked around and saw no place to hide, so she could only open the door and walk in.

"Wang!"

Three-headed dog!
How could there be a three-headed dog here? Bree was on guard with his wand, ready to cast a spell on it at any time, but the person behind him was already approaching, and he had to prepare to face a more complicated crisis.

I hope it's not Quirrell!

"Petrify them all!" Briley cast a spell on the head of the three-headed dog that was trying to reach out, but the strange thing was that its three pairs of eyes were filled with grievances.

The curse was only petrified for a moment before it was released, and another voice came from behind Bree, and there was a pair of big hands pulling towards Bree.

"get out!"

Snape limped and pulled Bree out of the door and closed it tightly.

He stared fiercely at Bree's flustered little face and snorted: "I think Mr. Ode needs to explain to me why he is here."

Bree thought about it in her mind. How did he know that Snape would come? Didn't it mean that except for Dumbledore who was going to attend an important meeting outside the school, all the professors would go to manage order? This was fishing law enforcement!

Bree decided to be honest: "...I heard what Professor Quirrell said."

"what!"

Snape stared at Bree's expression, as if to determine whether Bree's words were true or not.

"I don't think you can frame a professor for nothing, even if he doesn't endear himself to his students."

"Of course, everyone deserves respect. Unless he really makes any mistakes, I can guarantee that what I am telling the truth is true. I swear by Merlin's magic."

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