[HP] How to properly feed the savior

With the meaning of pampering.

He knew his first step had been successful.

The author has something to say:

The vine wood wand in Pottermore does not look significantly different from other wood wands in appearance. Personally, I can’t understand it...so I wrote it according to my own imagination.

☆、Sorcerer's Stone 4

They apparated out of the Leaky Cauldron and landed in front of a solitary house.

He looked around, and it seemed that they had left the center of London and came to the unknown countryside.As far as the eye can see, there are gently undulating hillsides, covered with lush pastures, like a deep green carpet.The black-faced sheep were lying on the grass in twos and threes, occasionally lowering their heads, picking up a handful of grass leaves and chewing slowly.There are strange-shaped trees on the hills in the distance, like migrating emerald green elephants.Smoke curls from behind the trees.It’s time for dinner, he raised his head, the sky is still as bright as the afternoon, light gray thin clouds are flowing in a very high and far place, forming a whirlpool, the center of the whirlpool is a snow-white cloud, trimmed with brilliant gold, guarding the blue sky The sky is like an angel in golden armor riding a flying horse patrolling the gate of heaven.

"Come in." Professor McGonagall pointed to the gray east, "Rain clouds are coming soon."

They walked into the yard, and the pumpkin vines were everywhere, and it was difficult to get off.The ivy growing on the side walls of the house had spread to the front, skirted the wooden window sills, and tangled with the brass trim on the door. "It's a bit messy, I don't live here often." Professor McGonagall pulled out his wand, opened the door, and a cloud of dust mixed with a musty smell hit his face.

The house seemed to have been unoccupied for a long time.

"Clean it up!" The other party shouted, and the thick dust covering the room and the cobwebs in the corners disappeared instantly.The house has been restored to its original appearance, with a brownish-yellow wooden floor, a fireplace made of black stone leading to the roof, and a sofa in front of the fireplace covered with a hand-woven rug with a thistle pattern.The dining table for six was covered with a green and white checked square cloth, and the cushions and legs of the chairs were covered with the same pattern of cotton cloth.He walked into the room. There were some old black and white photos hanging on the wall, and the portraits on them were smiling and waving at him.There are many trophies and medals in the cabinet, as well as a Montrose Magpies flag and signed photos.

"Sorry, they are all useless things, I haven't cleaned them up for a long time." Seeing him staring at the photos, Professor McGonagall hurried over, waved his wand and put them all into the drawer. "I made you laugh."

"It looks very warm here." He smiled. "I thought I could only see such a room in my dreams."

"Good boy." The other party rubbed his head, "Sit down for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to see what to eat."

He sat on a chair and continued to look around every corner of the room.He thought the wizard's hut would be more scary, like in the book, with creaking floors, spiders crawling around, horrible colored potions and human skulls in the cabinet, and there is always a cauldron , a viscous, bubbling unknown liquid boiled inside.However, it looks like the place where people live in those old movies, and there is not much trace of magic.

"Wait here for a while." Professor McGonagall quickly walked out of the kitchen again. She had already changed into a dark green wizard robe. "I'll come as I go."

The other party grabbed a pinch of shiny powder from a small pot hanging by the fireplace, threw it into the stove, and instantly a green flame rose.Professor McGonagall stepped into the flames, "Hogwarts kitchen!"

She disappeared.

Ender stood up and went to the kitchen to take a look. Every corner was as clean as new.The only problem is that there doesn't seem to be anything that could be called food.

Within a few minutes, Professor McGonagall came back, holding a lot of fruits and vegetables and bottles and jars. "Tonight we'll have a Scottish specialty, haggis pudding, and I've brought back a bottle of whiskey. Oh, you can't drink it, I've brought you pumpkin juice. And custard biscuits, you can try Eat a little, but don’t eat too much, you have to save your stomach for dinner.”

The other party stuffed him with a bag of biscuits. He held the bag, and it was still warm, as if it had just been baked.As soon as he opened the kraft paper bag, the aroma of baking and the sweetness of custard filled his nostrils, so he couldn't help taking out a piece and taking a bite. The crispy taste made him stand there in a daze.He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed food, and for quite some time he ate only because it was an order from his superiors.It might have been in Battle School, but back then all he could think about was how to win, and how to deal with the never-ending setbacks from the instructors.Maybe it was at home, but every time he sat at the table at that time, he had a strong feeling—he was the extra one, there was no place for him at the table.

"What's the matter? Does it taste bad?" Professor McGonagall walked over with a concerned expression on his face.The kitchen knife shreds the kale behind her.

"No, it's delicious." He could no longer stop the tears from rolling down his eyes, "I've never eaten something so delicious."

"Poor child." The other party held him in his arms and patted his shoulder lightly.

No, I'm not your poor little lamb.He let himself cry even harder.Even the current emotional outpouring is deliberately arranged for you to see.The wizarding world is not absolutely safe. There was a mysterious person in the past who probably murdered Harry's parents, and there may be another one in the future.But he wanted nothing to do with these things.He had had enough, he didn't want to be someone's enemy anymore, and he didn't want to eliminate someone for various compelling reasons.Therefore, he must not let people find out how dangerous he is.In the eyes of everyone who has come into contact with him, he must be innocent, harmless and even weak, even though this means endless pretense, even to deceive a person who treats him sincerely.

I will remember.He lay in each other's arms and said silently in his heart, I will remember everyone's kindness to me and regard it as the most precious gift.

Even the potatoes were peeled when they parted.

"Okay. Let's prepare dinner together." Professor McGonagall placed the cabbage on two plates, and steamed the potatoes in the pot.She opened the largest jar, scooped out spoonfuls of the dark stuff, and put a little on each plate.That thing smells pungent, and I don't know how it tastes. "Wait a minute, I seem to have missed something."

The countertop in the kitchen is full of ingredients, a bag of wheat flour, a dozen eggs, a jar of honey, several bottles of jams with different flavors, powdered sugar, pepper grinders, bags of cream... But the most important thing is missing, salt .

"I'll get it now!" The other party blushed suddenly.

"I don't think so." He dipped his finger in the black thing, put it in his mouth and tasted it, "This is salty enough."

So dinner was tasteless kale, tasteless steamed potatoes, and haggis pudding so salty that he needed two mouthfuls of pumpkin juice to taste it.

Mag is quite satisfied with such food.She drank whiskey after glass until two blushes appeared on her cheeks. "I shouldn't have said that in the wand shop." The other party suddenly mentioned what happened before, which caught him a little off guard.Then he noticed that Mag's eyes hidden behind the lens were a little erratic, as if he had drunk too much. "You have very good talent..."

"Talent is not something I can choose." He guessed what the other party was going to say, but he didn't intend to give up the right to speak to the other party. "And my behavior is my own choice. Professor, I have made my own choice."

"It's gold and it's a waste not to let it shine." The tone of the other party is full of self-blame. "I shouldn't stop you from discovering your talent, even if it may be terrible. You are right, we can Choose our behavior, you can learn any magic, as long as you can use it correctly. You call me a professor, but what I am doing is not what a professor should do!"

He could hear Professor McGonagall's love for students, not for him alone, but for everyone she taught.The events of today would serve as a thorn in her side, her blind fear of the dark arts causing her to prematurely kill the brightest future a student could have.But it shouldn't be, he also likes the acacia wand, why does Professor McGonagall blame him so much?

"Professor..." he asked cautiously, pretending to hesitate, "Is the acacia wand bad?"

"It's not bad." Professor McGonagall poured himself some more whiskey, "I don't know as much about magic wands as Mr. Ollivander, and I just researched it out of my own interest. As far as I know Well, acacia wands are known for their loyalty, and phoenix-core acacia wands are the most loyal wands, once they choose their master, they will follow them for life, until death. But that doesn't mean it's a very Excellent wand, hardly any known wizard has used the acacia wand. Yet the acacia and the dragon's heartstrings are the wrong match. You can easily lose its loyalty and hardly ever get it to obey your commands again. "

"So Mr. Ollivander gave me this wand to limit my magical powers?" He didn't quite believe the answer.

"You chose it yourself. You rejected those wands that could bring out at least some of your talents." The other party frowned. "You are resisting your talents. I didn't expect that my words would bring you Such a big trouble..."

"No." He hastily denied, partly because he couldn't continue to sit back and watch the other party take all the mistakes on himself, and partly because he thought that perhaps a risky move could gain a greater advantage. "It's me... I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of, child?"

"A lot of times, excellence is not a good thing." He lowered his head so that the other party could not see his expression. "In particular, people often have prejudices against children who come out of orphanages, thinking that they have evil intentions. Excellence will make people Jealousy, prejudice breeds hatred, and I don't want to be anyone's enemy, Professor, and I appreciate the opportunities you have given me."

"Oh, Merlin!" He saw Professor McGonagall reach out his hand through the reflection on the whiskey, as if intending to touch him, but finally withdrew his hand. "You don't have to be like this." She emphasized again, "You don't have to be like this."

"It doesn't matter." When he was ready, he raised his head and naturally showed the brightest smile he could show, "I think power and happiness are not equivalent, and I don't intend to let my name carry Into the annals of history, just want a plain and happy life."

"You're right, kid. Few people at your age can see through that." The other patted the back of his hand. "But you don't need to be afraid to show your talents. Hogwarts is more inclusive than you think."

"I am looking forward."

"Let's continue to enjoy this dinner." The other party smiled slightly, "Oh, I forgot, can you get used to the Scottish taste?"

"It's delicious and has a special flair." He decided not to comment on the dinner. "I think I've fallen in love with Scotland."

The author has something to say: Professor McGonagall has about three residences, one is her home in Scotland, and the other is a house in Hogsmeade Village (but she no longer lives there, and I will explain why later), most of the time , she lived in her office at Hogwarts.

PS Thank you dgf for the landmine~ the first landmine in the new book~

☆、Sorcerer's Stone 5

After dinner, he sat in Professor McGonagall's study and read the textbooks he just bought today, starting with History of Magic.

History textbooks usually don't have any really deep insights. They just write out what happened in a very standardized way. Even so, it doesn't mean that they are objective. Choosing what to write or not to write already represents a certain misleading point of view.When he closed this history of magic, he had already memorized all the contents in it, and reorganized it according to his own understanding.

"Have you encountered any difficulties?" Professor McGonagall turned back from the desk.He knew that the other party was observing his situation from time to time when he was busy with work, and he closed the book and meditated for too long.

"The mysterious person is not mentioned in the book."

"It's a matter of course. The textbook used by Professor Binns is a bit too old. It doesn't record some recent major events in the wizarding world, such as the rise of Grindelwald in Germany and the decline of the saints, and the mysterious man's impact on Britain. The control and sudden fall of the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall spoke eloquently, as if he was happy to be able to provide him with some guidance in this regard. "You can read "Modern History of Magic" and "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century". They will have more detailed descriptions."

The other party found these two books for him.When he finished reading the book, he realized that Professor McGonagall had stopped working and was waiting for him.

"They didn't provide me with details." He knew what the other party was waiting for, but the two books didn't satisfy him.

"What details are you interested in?"

"Any details. Like You-Know-Who, who were his parents? Where did he learn those powerful magics? How did he connect with the original Death Eaters? Why did he murder Harry? Why did he fail? ? All the questions I want to know, there are no answers."

"Why would you want to know this?"

Because in order to defeat an enemy, you must first understand him, understand that you can even imagine yourself as the opponent, and gain insight into the opportunity of each opponent's every action.He almost blurted out, but when the words reached his lips, he changed the direction of the wind temporarily, "I'm just curious, maybe a little nervous and worried. Will there be a second mysterious person in the future? What if we don't figure out his origin Can the tragedy be prevented from happening again?"

"There are many things that we don't know the answer to." Professor McGonagall did not answer his question, "I have personally experienced many incidents, and I happen to be one of the few people who know who the mysterious man is. He and I We studied at Hogwarts together, two years younger than me, we were legends in the school back then, excellent students, extremely outstanding, no one thought that he would become what he was later, except maybe Dumbledore. He His real name is Tom Riddle, he also came from an orphanage, but was sorted into Slytherin house. This background made his first year in Slytherin very difficult, but soon he conquered all People. When he was a student, he had a group of supporters, most of whom later became the first Death Eaters."

He took these words down carefully.It turns out that this is why Professor McGonagall is so nervous in the wand shop. Orphanage, excellent talent, black magic talent, these keywords must make the other party think of the mysterious man in him, and McGonagall will not be the last to do such a thing. Lenovo people.Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, he really needs to beware of this person.Maybe McGonagall could be of use to him in that regard.

"I don't know why You-Know-Who wanted to murder the Potters, and why he failed. Professor Dumbledore believed that his failure was rooted in an ancient magic, when Lily Potter sacrificed herself for her son. A powerful protective spell was placed on Harry as a baby during his life, which is why he became the Boy Who Lived."

"I really envy him, he has a mother who loves him." He said, resting his cheek.

This sentence made them fall into a cold spot.After a long time, Professor McGonagall asked, "Do you think your mother doesn't love you?" in an uncertain tone.

"I don't know." He recalled his mother, who always showed doting to the child in front of other people, but when he looked at the woman's indifferent eyes, he knew that there was no so-called mother-child relationship between them.Doting is just an excuse to allow his brother to do anything, in his point of view.But thinking about it now, he realized that he didn't know his mother very well. "They threw me out of the house when I was five and a half years old."

"Why?" The other party obviously never thought of such a possibility.

"I'm the third child, and it's a big burden on my family." He shrugged.

"Since they can't afford you, why did they give birth to you?" Professor McGonagall looked filled with righteous indignation. "Since you have been born, you should fulfill your responsibilities as a parent, shouldn't you?"

"Why they don't want to live up to their parental responsibilities is not clear to me." In fact, he does, because he's not good enough to live up to his parents' standards. "They gave birth only because my father was a devout Catholic who refused to use contraception and refused to have an abortion."

For a long time, the other party was speechless.

"My father is a priest, Presbyterian." Finally the other party said weakly, "He serves in the church in this village, I mean, used to work here. To be honest, I don't particularly understand his beliefs .”

Presbyterianism is a branch of Calvinism that originated in the Scottish Reformation.Influenced by his parents, he probably understands some differences between Protestantism and Catholicism, but he doesn't quite believe that such differences are so big that a Protestant pastor can condone his daughter to become a witch. "That must have been hard for you," he said softly.

"No, it was my father who was the hardest. My mother was a witch and she never mentioned it to my father before she gave birth to me. It wasn't until I grew up that the magic appeared that my mother realized she was hiding Can’t stop.” Mag wrung her hands in pain, “They all thought I wouldn’t remember, but I will never forget that night, my mother cried and begged my father for forgiveness. My father still loves She, even though she was hiding a big secret, was in this family. Yet it ruined their marriage. My father was a man of integrity, outspoken, and true to his beliefs, but in order to protect me and my He has to become a person he hates. You have to believe that sometimes parents do wrong things not because they are bad, but because of unspeakable love."

The other party covered the back of his with her hand, as if she wanted to convey her belief in her parents to him in this way.

"A person does bad things for good reasons, so can bad things be justified?" He asked the doubts in his heart.

"Many times we can't distinguish between good and bad so clearly. This may not be easy for you to understand. Our world is too complicated, and it's not as black and white as a fairy tale." The other party stroked his hair with a trembling said the voice.Seeing that he was silent, he changed the subject again, "But if you are abandoned, wouldn't the Muggle police not take care of you? Don't they have laws for the protection of minors?"

"Oh, of course, but only for citizens with legal status." He quickly made up a set of lies without any thinking, "If they can't find my birth record and can't deport me to other countries, they will It can only be placed in an orphanage."

"Poor boy, at least you can spend most of your time at Hogwarts from now on."

"I can't go back." He lowered his voice, making his words urgent and fast, so that the other party would think that his heart was full of anxiety and distress, "I can't go back to the Muggle world, you know that This kind of feeling, right? I have to hide my identity and abandon my talents. You said that Hogwarts wants me to discover my talents. If I go back, what is the significance of this discovery? Only in Only in the wizarding world can I have the opportunity to be myself, and when I agreed to Hogwarts' invitation, I chose a path of no return."

"You will find that this choice is worthwhile." The other party nodded, "I have heard such examples, if a wizard strongly hates his identity, the magic will leave them according to their wishes, and never come back Such a life is painful, not being able to be yourself, living in a place where everyone fears and even hates your essence, and eventually even yourself will start hating yourself. But you have to be patient and wait, when you go to school, you still You can't completely break away from the Muggle world. When you become an adult, you can buy a house in a wizarding place, and you may fall in love with a wizarding girl," Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile, " Maybe at school. You'll get married, and then you'll be out of the Muggle world."

"Separate forever, and never have anything to do with them again." He muttered to himself, and suddenly realized that this was an opportunity given to him by fate—to completely get rid of his past, and get rid of all guilt and responsibility , he can say goodbye to that world, forever, and start over, become the person he wants to be, and live his own life.

"Yes, that's what I want." He had to forcefully suppress his emotions to stop the tears from falling.

The author has something to say: The original work does not seem to mention whether Professor McGonagall knows that Riddle and Big V are the same person, so I will assume that she knows.

☆、Sorcerer's Stone 6

He was awakened the next morning by Professor McGonagall.He was so happy last night, that he could finally draw a line between himself and those people and things he cared about, so much so that he hugged the pillow and rolled on the bed for a long time without falling asleep.After finally falling asleep, he was completely relaxed, as if his past routine had suddenly left him, which made him a little ashamed, but unconsciously happy.There are no rules and regulations to restrain him anymore, he is free, and he can even sleep until the sun rises.

"Morning exercise!" The other party didn't notice his desire to stay on the bed for a while, and dragged him out directly.

Today's McGonagall looks completely different from yesterday.She was wearing a white and green tracksuit and a peaked cap, with her hair sticking out in a ponytail.The other party threw him a broom, and he took one himself, plus a very old baseball, which made him a little confused about what he was trying to play.

"First-year students are not allowed to bring broomsticks to school. You have flying lessons, but I dare say that the time in flying lessons is definitely not enough for you to enjoy. So enjoy the fun of flying while school is not yet started!"

They walked around the hill until McGonagall had enchanted every corner so that nearby Muggles would not see them.Using the broomstick is not as difficult as he imagined, just like the magic wand, the broom also has its own spirituality.And a broom is better to steer than a wand.He circled in the air before returning to Professor McGonagall.

"Your flying talent is very good. You may consider joining the school's Quidditch team in the future." The other party threw the baseball up and down, "No matter which college you are assigned to, they will never let you go."

"What is Quidditch?" He has heard or seen this term many times, and he knows that it is probably a kind of sport, but he doesn't know the specific rules.

"The best sport in the world!" Mag waved his wand and made a small model with golden lines, "Two teams, seven players on each side. Three of them are Chasers, responsible for keeping the whole field Only one Quaffle throws into the three opposite rings, ten at a time. A goalkeeper, to prevent the opposing Chaser from scoring. Two batsmen, to redirect the scurrying Bludgers and protect themselves. players and impede each other. Finally there are the Seekers, who are looking for the Snitch, a small ball not much bigger than a walnut that flies like lightning. When the Snitch is caught, the game is over and the side that catches Get 150 points."

It doesn't sound complicated.

"I haven't played for a long time." The other party seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone of voice was no longer so serious, "When I was a student, I used to be the Seeker for the Gryffindor College team, until the Slytherin team fouled Behavior made me fall off the broom...catch it!"

McGonagall suddenly threw the ball at him.

I'm not a Slytherin.He didn't have time to smile wryly, and with the broom between his legs, he retreated abruptly, catching the menacing baseball.

"Quick reaction. Throw the ball back!"

The morning exercise seemed to rejuvenate the elderly lady, and they practiced a few strokes back and forth until a ball he thought he could catch slipped out of his hands in complete violation of the laws of physics.

Without thinking, he fell from the side of the broom, reached out to catch the falling ball, and sat back on the broom by centrifugal force. "You used magic!" He was about to accuse the other party of cheating, but remembered that Mag didn't say that he couldn't use magic, but he didn't even know a single spell, which wasn't fair.

"Merlin, what did you do just now?" The other party was shocked by him. "You'll break your own neck!"

"But I didn't, did I?" He felt his long-lost competitive spirit be stimulated.Yes, he can't spell and make a baseball fly around as he wants, but a broom can.Just like in space there is no up and down and front and back, and there is none here. Although gravity is still there, the broom does not follow it. He can throw the ball from any angle.The acceleration of the baseball in a specific direction brought by the movement of the broom, and then making a parabola between this acceleration and gravity, he can roughly calculate the trajectory of the baseball and the speed at each position.McGonagall clearly didn't have enough education in physics, and the back-and-forth between them was starting to get interesting.

He kept trying various flying techniques, such as how to use centripetal force to fix himself on the broom at high speeds to achieve rapid dives and climbs.He gradually fell in love with the feeling of riding a broom. The cool breeze in the morning carried enough water vapor and turned into a cold and strong wind under his high-speed movement, blowing his clothes flaps.The constant change in the direction of gravity requires high physical strength, and he has to tense his muscles all the time, and it is also a great test for his arm strength to hold the broom firmly.It had been a long time since he had had the opportunity to exercise so fully since he went to the command academy.

"Huh, you can learn so fast." In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who couldn't hold on anymore, "Come here today, I really hope you can enter Gryffindor now, since Charlie Weasley left After that, our team never won again, and I couldn't take it anymore. But even if you get into my academy, you have to wait until the second year to join the team. Well, if you are interested, you can start Practice your spells, and you can ask me anything you don't understand, I don't want to see Slytherin win the House Cup seven times in a row!"

"Why do you think I won't go into Slytherin House?" He knew that most dark wizards graduated from Slytherin, and if he had a talent for the dark arts, he might be a good fit there.

"Because you are not a pure blood." They said to each other when they landed on the ground, "Slytherin students are almost all pure blood, so they have always been withered. There are also cases of mixed blood entering Slytherin, but it is extremely rare. Rare. As for you, it is very likely that you are a Muggle, which means that your parents are both Muggles, and it is absolutely impossible for you to enter Slytherin."

"What standard is Hogwarts sorted by?" He was a little curious. Hearing what the other party said, birth and family background seemed to be an important factor.This is not surprising, just staying at McGonagall's house for one night, he can get in touch with a lot of secrets that wizards from Muggle families can't know, and judging from the current situation, he can also get special counseling.Students of wizarding origin may be a little ahead of others at the starting line.

And there is still competition between colleges, which is to divide students into groups and let them form their own social circle, and this social circle will continue after graduation. For example, the relationship between Voldemort and Death Eaters originated from the friendship of the same college.Slytherin students have a deep family background. Their ancestors may have been rooted in the wizarding world for a long time. They have connections and material resources that students from other colleges cannot match. It is normal to win the Academy Cup six consecutive times.

"I don't know the specific standards. As freshmen, you will be tested before the start of school-don't ask me the details, I can't disclose, but you don't have to worry about it, it's not difficult, and it only focuses on the quality of the students. Huo The Big Four of Gwartz put forward their requirements for students at the beginning of the school. Slytherin pays attention to blood, Gryffindor values ​​courage and friendship, Ravenclaw respects wisdom, and Hufflepuff encourages diligence. According to me From my point of view, you'd probably be sorted into either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, just like I was."

Listening to the other party's description, he roughly understood which social class these four colleges corresponded to.

"And Harry Potter? How much do you think he's going to Gryffind?"

"This is very possible. Generally speaking, the college has a family tradition. The family is all Slytherin, and most of the children are also Slytherin. Parents and brothers and sisters have all entered Gryffindor, so most of them are also Slytherins. You can’t escape the fate of being assigned. Of course, it’s not absolute, but if your ancestors graduated from one college for thousands of years, but you entered another college, you can imagine..."

"The disgrace of the family." He is very familiar with this kind of hatred. People always instinctively reject others, and this phenomenon will become more obvious in crowded places.The majority forms a stable structure to exclude and oppress the minority, and even this exclusion is no longer out of instinctive rejection, but has become a ritual to maintain the group.

"Yes, they are not easy in front of their own families." Professor McGonagall affirmed his statement. "There is also a view that sorting begins on the train."

"Train?" All he knew was that students had to go to school by train, and he still had a ticket.

"It's a tradition at Hogwarts that students have to take the train even if they have other means of getting to school. Especially new students, the people they meet on the train are likely to change the trajectory of their lives."

"Can you tell me this?" He couldn't help asking.These should be the means by which professors secretly observe and judge students.Professor McGonagall informed him in advance.

"Even if I don't say it, you can guess it. I might as well be more frank." The other party gave him a meaningful look, "Don't tell other students."

"I won't." He laughed.He also intends to use these as his means of observing others.

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 7

After returning, he began to practice spells, first of all, the transfiguration technique that Professor McGonagall was best at.

"You'd better start with small things, with simple structures, and then slowly challenge more complex content, such as turning inanimate objects into living things, the simpler ones are like plants, and the most complicated ones are mammals , or turn the living into the inanimate.” The other handed him a match, “Usually we start by turning the match into a needle.”

This sounds simple, but actually involves changes at the atomic level.This rough-looking match has two parts. The main component of the matchstick is lignin. This hydrocarbon has many forms. He silently recalled those molecular formulas in his heart.Match heads usually contain sulfur and an oxidizing agent, usually potassium or manganese.And he wants to turn them into steel, that is, an iron-carbon alloy, and then shape them.He simulated this process in his mind. First, he disassembled the object into the most basic molecular structure, then disassembled the molecules, and turned them into basic atoms.