After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Ever since Yang Mei asked Ron to pay for the money before the sorting ceremony, Harry Potter no longer took the initiative to look for him and Draco.

If we really meet on the street, both sides will just nod at most.

But Harry Potter was really famous. Maybe it was because the school had just started for a few days and everyone was still excited about the savior. So even if Yang Mei didn't take the initiative to ask about Harry's news, she would occasionally hear people exclaiming "Oh my God, that's Potter!"

Even during the Charms class, Professor Flitwick, who taught the course, screamed excitedly and fell to the ground when he read Harry's name.

Yang Mei: ...It makes me sad that you guys seem so naive.

Professor McGonagall, who teaches Transfiguration, is strict and treats everyone equally.

In the first Transfiguration class, she told everyone seriously: "The Transfiguration Book is the most complicated and dangerous magic you will learn in Hogwarts. If anyone makes mischief in my class, I will ask him to leave and never let him come in again. I have warned you in advance!"

What a smart and rational professor! Yang Mei has a good impression of her.

"It would be great if Professor McGonagall was the headmaster. I think she would at least be more fair than Dumbledore and not always favor Gryffindor house." Draco whispered in Yang Mei's ear.

"I think with Professor McGonagall's qualifications, it should be her turn to be the next headmaster of Hogwarts." Yang Mei said while fiddling with the matches in her hand.

Just now, Professor McGonagall turned her desk into a pig in front of all the young wizards in the classroom, and then changed it back again.

This move successfully aroused everyone's interest in learning transfiguration.

But it was too early to learn how to turn furniture into animals. The professor gave everyone a match and asked them to try to turn it into a needle.

Yang Mei could complete this little thing in the blink of an eye.

In order to prevent the rest of the class from being too boring, Yang Mei began to turn the match into various things.

Teapots, bunnies, cups…even magic wands!

"It's a pity that its essence is still that of a match. It can't be used as a real magic wand at all." Yang Mei said with some regret as she held the match that turned into a magic wand.

"No, Mr. Selwyn, I think this is amazing enough." Professor McGonagall walked over and said in amazement.

She just stood behind the podium and watched Yang Mei's entire transformation process from beginning to end.

"I think that as far as Transfiguration is concerned, there is absolutely no need for you to continue studying, because even the best graduates of Hogwarts will not do better than you."

Since Professor McGonagall did not lower her voice, all the young wizards in the classroom heard what she said.

"Wow! That's amazing!"

"It's Selwyn from Slytherin!"

"What on earth did he turn that match into that made Professor McGonagall say that?"

"I want to know too, but we are too far away!"

Yang Mei and Draco sat in the first row. The little wizards in the back didn't dare to leave their seats and could only stretch their necks as far as possible to look forward.

"He turned the match into a magic wand! But before that, he seemed to have turned the match into other things!" The little wizard in the second row, who was closest to the crowd, passed the news to the back.

"Oh my god, my match hasn't reacted at all, and people can already change it into different shapes!"

"Who says it's not?!"

Harry also looked at Yang Mei with envy. Selwyn was really outstanding, unlike him who had no idea at all.

"Tsk, what's the big deal? It's just changing into matches. Is it worth them making such a fuss?" Ron muttered.

His words were echoed by the young Gryffindor wizards around him. After all, it was not the Gryffindor people who were praised, but the Slytherin people whom they hated the most.

Harry's eyes flickered but he said nothing.

He knew that if he objected, he would become an outcast in Gryffindor and even be ostracized by everyone.

But not all Gryffindors are like them who cannot tolerate others' excellence.

For example, Hermione Granger, who was also sitting in the first row.

She was sitting across an aisle from Yang Mei, and she had just witnessed with her own eyes how Yang Mei was changing the matches on his desk.

After Professor McGonagall returned to the desk, Hermione said to Yang Mei without hesitation: "Hello, Selwyn, my name is Hermione Granger, we met on the train before.

Your Transfiguration is amazing, can you teach me?"

Yang Mei turned his head to look at the little girl. He had a deep impression of Hermione. She helped others find toads on the train and liked to talk about what books she had read and what was written in the books.

"My situation doesn't apply to you, because my magic power is much higher than yours." Yang Mei said objectively, "But I can talk about your problem. Take the task of this class, for example, turning matches into needles. With your magic power, you can definitely do it. The reason why you haven't done it yet is because you don't know how to mobilize the magic power in your body."

"So what should I do?" Hermione asked anxiously.

Yang Mei smiled faintly and said, "I can see that you admire everything in the magic world, but you still can't fully believe and adapt to the fact that you are a person who can use magic.

Otherwise, the magic in your body should be like your hands and feet. Why would you need to ask others how to use your hands and feet? "

Hermione thought.

Yang Mei finally gave her a suggestion: "You can try meditation and feel the circulation of magic in your body. Of course, if it doesn't work, don't come to me, that's because you are too stupid."

"I can't!" Hermione stomped her feet. No one had ever called her stupid in her life!

……

Defense Against the Dark Arts is the course that most first-year wizards look forward to the most.

But to their disappointment, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class can be described as a complete joke.

Yang Mei didn't expect Qi Luo to be so stubborn. She asked him to solve the problem of the strong garlic smell.

Not only did he not listen, he even used a lethal amount of garlic.

Yang Mei could swear that even a warehouse filled with garlic and without ventilation would not smell any worse than the one around him!