The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

"No, no, no, I don't think it's awesome but it's sick. I think... a small transformation spell can't be called awesome. But I can't deny that it's sick." Olynworth said very "Humble" expression.

Of course, the voice speaking these words is still the special sound effect of Voldemort just now.

Hearing what he said, Thakal frowned and fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Little Transformation Curse...Your Excellency's words have subverted my understanding of Transfiguration. Although my Transfiguration was the worst one back then, I can guarantee that, except for one abnormal performance, every year in the Transfiguration exam I They all get o.

But if it is about changing yourself into someone else's appearance... Although I have studied for a while, there are many loopholes.For example, not only does it take me a long time to cast this magic, but the final effect is not very good, as long as someone takes a serious look, they will see the difference, and there will even be some after-effects after using it..."

Thakal was surprised.Back then, he was still very good at transfiguration.Of course, this strength is only a conclusion drawn without comparing other courses.

Coupled with his awesome emotional intelligence, Professor McGonagall may be his favorite among the students of that class, and he often even gives him a small lesson and teaches him some extracurricular knowledge.

But even so, he is still inferior to Orlynworth in terms of body transformation.

"It's okay. To be precise, my Transfiguration is also the worst one." Orlingworth said with a smile, and once again made a little "humility".

"To be honest, it's better not to be modest than you are." Yan Zeyue looked at him speechlessly.

"Really?" he said with a smile.

"Okay, since we are about to call the Minister of Magic, let's not stay here any longer." Olynworth smiled, grabbed Yan Zeyue's shoulders, and used Apparition.

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After a while of shuttling through the pipes, Yan Zeyue resisted the desire to vomit.

"You're still so... in a hurry."

Yan Zeyue supported the trash can beside her, frowned, stabilized her wobbly body, and panted heavily.

"I can't help it. In a place like the Ministry of Magic that prohibits apparition, it's really uncomfortable to take you directly from the first floor to here. I thought it would at least make you mentally prepared, but there is not enough time."

Olynworth explained to him helplessly.

"Let's spit it out. I think there is an open space there, just spit there." Orlingworth tilted his head and made an unreliable suggestion.

"Uh... Now that you say it like that, I don't think it's too disgusting anymore." Yan Zeyue fell into deep thought. She still wanted to vomit just a second ago, but when she thought of vomiting on the open space, she immediately vomited. Not disgusting anymore.

"That's really good." Orlingworth patted him on the shoulder happily.

"Come on, it's time for us to put on a show. After all, the Death Eaters are rioting, and they can't do without a bald man."

After a while.

The current Minister of Magic, Fudge, is looking at "Voldemort" in fear.

Fudge is now too regretful, he doesn't understand which fool said to Dumbledore with a certain face, 'The Dark Lord is dead, he can't come back again! '

It now appears that his behavior at the time was self-deception.