I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"You mean, the two of them are going to miss school?!"

No professor could tolerate such an outrageous and rude behavior from a young wizard, let alone Professor McGonagall, who was the Vice-Principal of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor House.

Everyone present could hear the anger in her voice at this moment.

"Mr. Constantine, I really want to know, didn't you call them?"

Professor McGonagall looked at John, who quickly raised his hands.

"Professor, please don't look at me with that look. How could I not call them? And if what I think is right, my pet Jerry is trying his best to call them to death in their sleep." Pig humans.”

As he spoke, John pointed at Neville in front of him.

"Professor, if you don't believe me, you can ask Neville, he knows all this."

Neville's body trembled, and he swallowed nervously when he saw Professor McGonagall looking at him.

But he still nodded honestly.

"Yes, that's right, Professor. Jerry is very smart. He must be calling Harry and the others to get up now."

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Glancing at the innocent-looking John, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.

"Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, absenteeism, 10 points deducted from Gryffindor"

Waves of sighs came from the mouths of the surrounding little lions.

Even Hermione didn't expect that she wanted to help the college win the college cup. She started previewing today's course content very early, hoping to add points to the college through excellent performance.

Who would have thought that Gryffindor would have such a start before she even had time to perform.

"What on earth did they do last night? Don't talk about being unable to sleep because of excitement. Ronald Weasley comes from a wizarding family. He will not be excited about such things!"

Miss Know-It-All was very angry. After Professor McGonagall was a little further away, she immediately lowered her voice and asked John.

Noticing the dangerous light in the other person's eyes, John couldn't help but feel a slight bulge in his heart.

At the moment, I haven't fully figured out the temper of the know-it-all lady in front of me.

If the other party knew that he was carrying a box of evil spirits, he would dare to report it directly to Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall.

Let’s not say whether he will be expelled, but at least he will definitely not get any good results.

"Ahem, listening to their movements, they must be reading some horror novel?"

Hermione's eyes widened. If Professor McGonagall hadn't looked over at him from the podium at this moment, she might have cursed him on the spot.

"What two idiots..."

Hearing this comment, John nodded awkwardly.

...

"Transfiguration is the most dangerous and also the most complex course among all the subjects you take in your first year at Hogwarts. Please do not question my words with the Potions course that you think is complicated."

"After all, in Potions class, even if you accidentally prepare some poison or blow up the cauldron, Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey from the school doctor's office will be there to treat you."

"But in the Transfiguration class...your mistakes may cause you, or the people around you, to forever turn into a cup, a piece of paper, or maybe something else..."

Perhaps it was because two little lion cubs were absent from class at the beginning of the semester that made Professor McGonagall feel angry after all.

As soon as the class started, everyone could feel Professor McGonagall's stern gaze.

All the little snakes and lions present were trembling with fear.

Don't dare to be distracted at all.

"Of course, if you learn the art of transformation, it will make it much easier for you in the future."

"For example, our Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley can turn their pillows into a large alarm clock."

The little witch, filled with a sense of collective honor, lowered her head in shame.

Professor McGonagall waved the wand in his hand.

A series of complex magic principle formulas filled with various magic symbols appeared on the blackboard.

It was obviously just a simple wave of his hand.

However, an angry teacher could not help but appear in John's mind. He hit the chalk on the blackboard and made a sound like a Maxim machine gun.

The little witch listened carefully to the rustling sound of the pen tip beside her.

In just a short while, a page full of notes had been recorded.

John found the theoretical explanation boring.

It is exactly the same as what I learned from [Tut's Cursed Mirror].

At this moment, John already knew the theoretical knowledge about the Transfiguration Spell. What he lacked was just the practical experience.

As Professor McGonagall finished explaining the theory, he personally demonstrated the use of the Transformation Spell amidst exclamations of surprise.

He transformed a desk in front of him directly into a live pig, then into a mule, then into a goat, and finally back into a desk.

"I must say that the real difficulty of the transformation spell lies in its simultaneous control of belief and magic power. In addition, you also need to pay attention to the intonation of the spell and the strength of waving the wand!"

"What you have to do next is to master the basic transformation spell to turn one item into another item."

As Professor McGonagall finished speaking, everyone immediately had a match in their hands.

"Okay, what you have to do next is to turn the match in your hands into a needle."

Hermione took a deep breath and silently recalled the key points explained by Professor McGonagall just now.

Subsequently.

"TransfigurationSpell! [Transfiguration Spell]"

"Uh-huh!"

With a burst of light distortion, the matches on the table in front of them immediately began to distort and change color...

"Very good, Miss Granger! Although only half of the changes in the matches have been completed, the target can be changed after the first use, which is very good."

"One point for Gryffindor!"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's praise, Miss Know-It-All, who was still a little disappointed, suddenly seemed to be inspired.

He began to chant the incantation to the matches in front of him again and again.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall also looked towards John.

"Mr. Constantine, come let me see how you do."

John nodded, imagining what the silver needle looked like in his mind.

Subsequently.

"TransfigurationSpell! [Transfiguration Spell]"

"Uh-huh!"

Along with the crisp sound of a heavy object falling on the table, John's face suddenly felt like something was splashed on it.

A trace of dark blood on his body made his expression dull on the spot.

What was equally unbelievable at this moment was Professor McGonagall in front of him.

"This, what is this?"

Professor McGonagall poked the long metal needle stained with black blood with his wand, and then.

"Mr. Constantine! What on earth are you thinking about?"

"I made you a needle! Not a nail in the coffin!"

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