Chapter 338: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 143

"Hmm."

Sean nodded.

Hagrid happily made a large pot of rock cakes on the spot, and after casting a softening spell, Sean was stuffed.

"I'm so glad you like it... most people can't appreciate its deliciousness..."

Hagrid wiped the corner of his eye.

Sean nodded, then raised his hand, where a little fellow with limbs made of twig-like structures was perched.

Tina, the Bowtruckle Sean had chosen, loved Sean's pockets and arms.

Since yesterday, it had even followed Sean out of the Forbidden Forest.

Correspondingly, Sean had also selected the Bowtruckle for his next Fantastic Beast biscuit.

It possessed excellent camouflage properties, which were very useful in special situations.

For example, after casting a smoke spell, a wizard could transform into a Bowtruckle and hide in some corner; those who didn't understand transformation biscuits would certainly never think of that.

The ritual regarding it, however, had become a difficult problem for Sean; he had discussed it with Professor Taila many times recently, but still hadn't determined it quickly.

Sean recalled the source of his last success, which was actually an imitation and modification of Polyjuice Potion; recently, he had been carrying "Advanced Potion Making" with him and soon found inspiration.

Hogwarts welcomed another Thursday.

The bone-chilling weather hadn't changed in the slightest. The Ravenclaw common room had an even more solemn atmosphere.

Their match against Hufflepuff was approaching day by day, but the morale of the entire Quidditch team was not high.

They could certainly defeat Hufflepuff; although Cedric was very troublesome, Luo Jie had confidence in restricting him.

However, after getting past Hufflepuff, they would have to face Gryffindor and their first-year Seeker—Harry Potter.

He had shown excellent strength in the last match, catching the Golden Snitch within five minutes.

"Will he come?"

Luo Jie asked Prefect Penelope in a low voice.

"He will."

Prefect Penelope stared at the eagle flying high outside the window, then looked at the exact schedule for the Quidditch match—next Wednesday.

The third-floor corridor.

Sean carried a box of wonderful biscuits and knocked on the door of the Transfiguration office.

"Come in, child."

Professor Marcus Maige was holding a newspaper-like journal and reading.

As a professor who was at least a master in the field of Transfiguration, she had never stopped her research into Transfiguration. Influenced by the professor, Sean had read many books in the field of Transfiguration.

On Thursdays, the professor would share the latest draft of a journal with Sean.

That was "Transfiguration Today," which focused on the latest developments in the field of Transfiguration, including scholarly papers and industry trends.

Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Marcus Maige had both written articles for it.

Bathilda Bagshot, the author of A History of Magic, had once publicly expressed her appreciation for a paper published in it by Dumbledore during his student days—it was a paper on cross-species Transfiguration.

Professor Marcus Maige had also won the Most Promising Newcomer Award.

"Child, is this... some Spirit Cat biscuits?"

Professor Marcus Maige asked with a gentle smile.

Sean shook his head.

This was actually the Hinkypunk biscuit he had recently developed, and his proficiency had reached 【Entry】.

It was enough to last for one minute.

"Then what is it?"

Professor Marcus Maige seemed to have become interested; no matter what Sean was doing, she would always encourage him.

"It's a Hinkypunk."

Sean said softly.

"A Hinkypunk, hmm... a Hinkypunk—?"

Professor Marcus Maige's voice showed a ripple.

Ten minutes later.

"There hasn't been such a major breakthrough in the field of Transfiguration for hundreds of years..."

Professor Marcus Maige, having transformed back, was muttering to herself, looking at the bewildered Sean, who seemed completely unaware of what a great thing he had accomplished.

Obtaining the magic power of a Fantastic Beast—this matter, even placed in the entire history of Transfiguration, was worth writing about extensively.

Wizards had coveted the power of Fantastic Beasts for thousands of years; the only thing they had been able to do so far was to use the fur and blood of Fantastic Beasts to make potions...

Was it that they didn't want to possess the power of Fantastic Beasts?

No, it was just that they couldn't do it.

The existence of Fantastic Beasts was almost as old as the history of magic; some powerful Fantastic Beasts could even predict danger, control storms, and be reborn from fire...

No matter how much jealous wizards had done, they hadn't been able to steal their authority.

For example, Polyjuice Potion—why was it written that it "can only transform into a wizard"? The reason was obvious—wizards originally wanted to use it to transform into Fantastic Beasts, only to find later that it was completely impossible.

"Do not let anyone know, child."

Professor Marcus Maige inexplicably heard her own heartbeat, and she said with extreme seriousness.

Sean was slightly silent:

"Professor Taila, she knows..."

"She doesn't know, silly child."

Professor Marcus Maige said softly, then walked out of the Transfiguration office with a blank expression.

This piece of Transfiguration biscuit was enough to prove the child's astonishing talent in Transfiguration; she was absolutely certain that this child would eventually surpass her, and even... Albus.

Such talent, how could it be delayed by those superstitious alchemists?!

Headmaster's office, the giant stone beast jumped aside on its own.

"Albus—"

Professor Marcus Maige's voice carried urgency.

"Look at this—"

Sean stood alone at the door of the Transfiguration office; the professor's reaction was much greater than he had imagined.

He suddenly felt his palm burning, and looking down, the invitation to the International Alchemy Assembly had floated from his bag into his hand at some point:

【On this land of magic, what else is waiting for us...

The wind blows across snowfields and deserts,

Ancient symbol flags flutter on the mountain peaks,

Every bend of the Rune characters hides undiscovered legends.

Someone is lost in the deep forest,

Someone is reborn in the sea of fire,

And we—

Where should we carve the inscription?

International Alchemy Assembly, in three natural months,

Waiting—

For the arrival of a legend】 ===== CHAPTER 339 =====