In the middle of the auditorium, hundreds of candles were burning, and the weather on the ceiling was like black velvet, and there was no star to be seen.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood among the Gryffindor crowd, whispering to each other.

"Harry, is your form done?" Hermione asked him.

"Absolutely." Harry said vaguely, and honestly, his form was filled in only one-third.

Half a month ago, after the duel class last quarter, Hermione told him that sparks were a sign that the disarm curse was about to succeed. So after returning to the common room, he couldn't help but pull Ron to practice with him for half an hour.

Ron, who had never succeeded, had to die of sleepiness, let him treat himself as Malfoy, and Snape would do it.

As a result, he successfully used the disarm curse.

Hermione, who learned the news the next day, was very envious of this, "Harry, you are a genius! I dare say that no one of your peers can do this."

Harry said embarrassingly: "I have a special feeling about this spell."

The little witch picked up a piece of paper from her schoolbag, "Let's go through the evaluation criteria given by Professor Happ."

Harry was foolishly in place: "Her, Hermione, I haven't had time to see..."

...

Ron couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Harry's disarming curse is already very skilled. He can succeed eight or nine times in ten times, unlike me..." He suddenly had a bitter face: "Success once or twice in ten times."

Hermione took out the parchment from her robe, and the table above was filled with data. She said anxiously, "Although I can use it, this, this, and this standard have just met the standards. What if I wake up one day and suddenly don't know how to do?"

Neville, who had been listening for a long time, humbly asked Hermione for advice: "Hermione, what should I do if the form is filled and I haven't mastered the spell yet?"

Hermione: "Uh..." She was stunned for a long time, and she said uncertainly: "Have you tried decomposition exercises?"

"Of course I tried it, but two-thirds of my entries didn't meet the standards..." Neville's round little face wrinkled in a ball and said pitifully: "I'm too stupid, maybe Professor Snape is right."

"Don't be discouraged, Neville. I can help you sort out the parts you're not good at," said Hermione.

"Thank you, thank you, Hermione."

Harry also comforted him and said, "Nevil, we can practice together."

"That's right, don't care about Snape's words, your herbal lesson is great," Ron said. "Believe in yourself, you're an unsharpened gem that will shine someday."

To be honest, after going through the trial of Lockhart, he now says good things and opens his mouth.

Neville's face turned red quickly, and he was even a little flattered.

He felt a little embarrassed and said stutteringly: "I just like to play with flowers and plants. Grandma has raised a lot of flowers and I take care of it during the holidays."

"Look, that's your strengths," Harry encouraged him.

On the other side, Felix stood at the entrance of the auditorium, waiting for the arrival of several professors.

Professor Flivi arrived first. He changed into his usual wizard robe, wore a close-fitting men's gown, and his hair was very well treated.

"Filius, you look great today." Felix praised.

Flivie was in a good mood, "Thank you, Felix. This is the clothes I wore when I won the duel championship."

The two started chatting casually.

"Felix, have you made any progress in your research on that magic?"

"It can only be used, but to be honest, it is too incomplete. I can even say that it is a simplified spell mixed with ancient magical ideas..."

"Ahem! Felix, there is no way, there is too little ancient magic that can be passed down intact."

The two discussed the feasibility of replicating ancient magic, but it was hard for a good cook to cook without rice. They had too little information and there was no common research idea in the magic world.

Felix felt that if he mastered enough magic texts, one day, he would be very easy to restore the magic.

I just don't know how many years it will take.

He had quietly lowered the priority of this matter and was ready to let it go.

Soon, Professor McGonagall and Snape came together. Perhaps Felix's eyes were too obvious, and Snape couldn't help but stab him. "What are you thinking in your mind, Felix?"

"Nothing, I just thought you would count the time to come." Felix said a little embarrassedly.

The four professors arrived and Felix talked about the important thing: "My idea is that this duel class is mainly about display. The four of us introduced the most important part of our views on duels."

“In the follow-up course, I will invite different professors in stages so that you can fully explain your ideas.”

Flivie was the first to express his opinion, "Of course there is no problem."

No objection to others.

So when the four professors appeared in the auditorium at the same time and walked onto the gilded ring, the little wizards looked shocked.

Ron groaned, "What day is today?"

The audience was filled with excitement, hundreds of students buzzing, and Ravenclaw and the little wizard of Gryffindor burst into loud applause to welcome the dean of their college.

"Why didn't you see Professor Sprout?" asked a second-year Hufflepuff wizard.

"Erney, Ms. Sprout doesn't care about this..." said a senior senior.

The other three professors did not speak tacitly, and looked at Felix at the same time.

Felix stood up, and he blessed himself with a loud voice: "It's an honor to have invited Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitvie today. They are not hesitant to show you more possibilities for duels. Cheer, little wizards!"

The applause from the audience was thunderous, just like a festival, and Harry's slap was red.

"You guys say, is Snape not going to do it anymore?"

"Although I think you're overthinking it, this idea is really good!"

Next, after some refusal, Professor McGonagall stayed in the ring and the other three retreated from the audience.

Flivi pulled out a handkerchief, turned it into a high platform, and stood up on it.

Professor McGonagall's hands were tightly held together, and she looked at everyone with a serious expression, and the crowd gradually became quiet.

Everyone was curious about what she would say, after all, in their minds, transformation and duel have little to do with them.

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and looked at all the students calmly and said: "Transformation is a profound magic discipline. It can do many incredible things. In this regard, the one you are best at is your President Dumbledore."

"This is fresh." Ron muttered in the audience. "Don't tell me, he defeated the Dark Lord with a Transformation."

"Of course, it requires the support of profound magic, and it is difficult for you to do this." McGonagall said. "The meaning of the transformation technique to you is not the power of it, but the means to enrich you."

"The core of the metamorphosis is change, change as you wish."

Professor McGonagall pulled out his wand, raised his arms straight, and a chair piled up in the corner flew over.

The chair turned into a big black cat in mid-air, which fell to the ground quickly and lightly. As Professor McGonagall's wand commanded, the big cat quickly circled her.
Chapter completed!