The feeling of casting a transformation spell was wonderful.
With the help of the spell, Vizette's consciousness covered the surface of the match, as if it had transformed into a pair of hands that could knead the match at will.
He had a sense of déjà vu, as if he were dreaming back to his childhood days of playing with mud.
A clear goal.
A silver needle appeared in Vizette's mind. He used his consciousness to knead the match, and the match actually began to stretch and become sharp.
More details are needed...
He tried his best to replicate every detail of the silver needle.
It should have a shimmering metallic color... the needle tip should be finer... it should have a small eye for threading...
The matches on the table kept changing shape, their edges becoming softer and softer, and the red and wood colors on their surfaces gradually fading.
The bright luster of the metal became more and more obvious, and the shape of the match grew longer and longer, with the end gradually tapering to form a sharp needle...
"This is only the first time casting a spell, and it's already successful?" Anthony glanced at the matches in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "That's incredibly fast!"
Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, agreeing with Anthony's statement.
Transfiguration magic requires not only caution, but also sufficient patience and imagination.
Vizette's first step was to close his eyes and imagine, rather than rush into action, which was a sign of caution.
Professor McGonagall observed a methodical process of change, with each step taken steadily and surely, without rushing for quick results, but rather making changes little by little – a testament to patience.
Vizette had not stopped casting the spell, clearly because the magic was not yet truly complete.
The silver needle has a hole at its end for drawing the thread, and its surface also shows fine textures.
Professor McGonagall bent down to examine it and discovered that it was the pattern of mistletoe.
The mistletoe pattern is the finishing touch, giving this silver needle more than just an everyday item; it adds even more value to it.
The ability to generate complex patterns through willpower is the power of imagination, a unique advantage of wizards.
She held the silver needle in her hand and shouted, "Mr. Lovegood has completed the magic, successfully turning a match into a silver needle! Ravenclaw, add five points!"
The students all looked up and turned to look at her.
"Engorgio!"
Professor McGonagall cast a spell, and the tiny silver needle rapidly lengthened and thickened, transforming into a beautifully carved awl.
She held up the awl to show the students, "Look everyone, this is a very successful transformation magic trick! Besides the pinhole, Mr. Lovegood also conjured up beautiful patterns!"
"Not only did you conjure up silver needles, but they also have patterns on them..." Anthony patted Vizette's shoulder heavily, "The way you're doing this... is putting a lot of pressure on me!"
"Finite Incantatem!"
Professor McGonagall restored the silver needles to their original size. "Vizette, well done!"
"Thank you!" Vizette took the silver needle, then suddenly thought of a question: "Professor McGonagall, is this needle now considered wood or metal?"
"That's an interesting question," Professor McGonagall chuckled. "You've only changed the appearance of the match, so it's still wood."
Vizette asked, "Is it possible to change the nature of a match using shapeshifting magic, turning it into a real silver needle?"
"Of course you can, but I don't recommend you do it," Professor McGonagall explained patiently. "The danger of Transfiguration magic stems from this."
"For an inanimate object, changing its essence might simply mean making it less fragile and more usable. But what if you change your very essence?"
"After changing your essence, are you still yourself? To possess a true body of steel means that your essence also needs to become steel, and your original essence will be lost."
"The essence can be lost?" Vizette opened his mouth, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Professor McGonagall saw the lingering fear on Vizette's face and nodded slightly. "That's the essence. In my opinion, the essence of a wizard comes from his thoughts, his desires, that is, his soul."
"When your body becomes powerful, but your soul changes, are you still the same person? If not, then who are you? These are questions that need to be considered."
"The soul is a fascinating topic. To explore the mysteries of magic, a deeper understanding of the soul is an essential step."
"Many wizards will go astray because of this and become dark wizards who take pleasure in toying with souls…" Professor McGonagall suddenly shook her head. "I seem to have said too much."
"Just remember, if you want to go further on the path of shapeshifting magic, you need to recognize and maintain your essence. If you're interested, go find some information about 'Animagus'!"
Professor McGonagall's words were undoubtedly beyond the scope of the curriculum, but they still greatly benefited Vizette.
The magical world is like a vast treasure trove, with so many secrets to explore!
He quickly picked up his notebook and wrote down what Professor McGonagall had said.
The class still had a long time to go, and many students gathered around Vizette, asking him for advice on transformation magic.
Vizette was equally forthcoming, sharing all his insights without reservation.
In his view, being able to answer other people's questions can also solidify the knowledge he has learned.
"You don't need to be so hard on yourself. Try to become the sharp end of the match first, one step at a time."
"Didn't you see? The matchsticks are getting lighter in color. That's a good start. Changing the color first is a good choice!"
"Don't be so nervous, hold your wand further away. The explosion was just an accident. If you're really scared, you can break the red phosphorus in front of you. The most important thing is to try..."
Professor McGonagall sighed softly as she looked at Vizette, who was surrounded by people.
She now envies Flitwick; how could such an outstanding student choose Ravenclaw?
Hermione's performance was actually quite good; she was able to give the match a needle-like shape.
Unfortunately, this child doesn't know how to get along with others, and his answers to questions always sound preachy.
Professor McGonagall finally understood why Dumbledore admired Vizette so much.
It is truly remarkable that someone could have such a humble and composed demeanor, capable of getting along well with those around them, amidst the torment of a dark wizard.
It seems that Vizette also has the potential for Occlumency. I wonder what Dumbledore plans to do to develop this potential, and who he will choose as his mentor?
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Hogsmeade Village.
Dumbledore stepped out of the firelight and appeared on the second floor of the Hog's Head.
Not long after, hurried footsteps sounded.
A tall, thin old man with a long, gray beard appeared before him.
The old man raised his eyebrows and asked in a harsh voice, "Why are you here?"
Dumbledore said softly, "Aberforth, I need your help."
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