Chapitre 9: Chapter 9: The Weasley Twins' Invitation
In this dormitory, only the four-poster bed in the northwest corner had Lynn's backpack that he had placed there on the train, while the other three beds were very tidy and had no luggage.
This surprised Lynn.
"From the sorting ceremony, I seem to be the last one sorted into Slytherin. Could it be that I'm the only student in this dormitory?" Lynn thought to himself.
A dormitory was meant to accommodate four students. If the number of students sorted into Slytherin before Lynn happened to be a multiple of four, then the remaining spot would naturally go to a new dormitory.
In other words, Lynn could have an entire dormitory to himself!
As for the remaining three empty beds, they would likely await the next year's crop of new Slytherin first-years.
One night passed quickly.
The first class the next morning was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson. Not wanting to be late, Lynn got up early and rushed to the Transfiguration classroom after breakfast.
However, Hogwarts' moving staircases truly proved troublesome. It took Lynn nearly half an hour to go from the Great Hall to the Transfiguration corridor.
This time, Lynn finally understood why Harry and Ron were late for their first class in the original books.
If you didn't have a bit of luck and athleticism, it was possible to spend half a day navigating those confounding stairs.
This Transfiguration class was for Gryffindors and Slytherins together. When Lynn arrived in the classroom, a tabby cat sat motionless on the teacher's desk.
Lynn knew this cat was Professor McGonagall's Animagus form, so he nodded politely to the tabby and took a seat.
This small gesture caught McGonagall's eye.
When the bell rang, the tabby suddenly leapt into the air, transforming into Professor McGonagall mid-jump and eliciting gasps from the first-years.
Professor McGonagall strode forward, clearly pleased with her dramatic entrance.
"I'm pleased to see you all here, and gratified that none of you are late for our first Transfiguration lesson," she said crisply. "Some of you may have already studied some Transfiguration theory, while others are novices, but regardless, there is one fundamental I must impress upon you all first - Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration!"
"Gamp's Law states that while wizards can transform one object into another, or conjure it from nothing, there are five Principal Exceptions we are unable to produce through Transfiguration. Chief among those is food. We cannot create food from thin air, though we can summon it if we know its location, or transform it from another substance if we have some to begin with. But you must never attempt to transfigure something into food and eat it! Many years ago, a wizard starving in the wilderness attempted to transfigure a tree branch into a loaf of bread to eat. When he awoke the next morning, the spell's power had expired, and the loaf reverted back into a branch lodged in his stomach, killing him!"
"Transfiguration is among the most complex and dangerous magic you will study at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not be permitted to return! Moreover, if your foolish antics endanger other students, you may even face charges from the Ministry!" McGonagall stated sternly. A hush fell as the severity sank in.
At this, Lynn suddenly raised his hand. "Professor, if a powerful enough wizard maintained the Transfiguration permanently until their dying day, then couldn't transfigured food be viable without harming them?"
McGonagall shook her head. "An insightful query, Mr. Rowle. But you must understand, the magical power required to indefinitely sustain a Transfiguration increases exponentially over time. As far as I know, no witch or wizard's abilities, not even Professor Dumbledore's, could fuel a Transfiguration for centuries on end."
Lynn nodded thoughtfully. So the relationship between the magic drained and duration was not linear, but exponential.
McGonagall continued, "Furthermore, the size of the object also affects the enchantment's sustainability. Larger objects deplete it faster, while smaller ones more gradually. Now, for today's lesson, you will all attempt to transfigure a match into a needle!"
She handed out matches to each student. Lynn took out his wand and murmured the incantation.
The match gradually morphed, one end thinning to a point while the body gleamed with a silvery sheen.
Once the outward appearance was針ccomplished, Lynn focused on altering the match's very substance from wood to metal.
No matter how hard he concentrated, he could only make it resemble a silver needle visually while the interior remained wooden.
Even so, Lynn's progress was the fastest in class. McGonagall came over and eyed the silvery "needle" approvingly.
"Well done, Mr. Rowle! While not a complete transfiguration, this is excellent work for a first attempt! Two points to Slytherin for your exceptional Transfiguration!"
"Thank you, Professor," Lynn replied.
For the rest of the lesson, Lynn persisted, finally succeeding in fully transforming the match into a metal needle before the end, earning Slytherin two more points.
After leaving Transfiguration, Lynn headed down to the Potions classroom in the Hogwarts dungeons.
Passing through the Great Hall, he encountered Fred and George Weasley.
"Oy, Slytherin!" Fred called jovially, clapping Lynn on the shoulder.
"Didn't expect you'd actually get sorted there," George said. "You don't seem much like those snakey gits to us."
Lynn shrugged. "The Sorting Hat said I had traits of all four houses, but in the end placed me in Slytherin."
He didn't reveal he'd outright chosen it.
"Shame you couldn't join Gryffindor," Fred said wistfully.
"Ah well, we're still mates, right?" George said cheerfully. "Say, Lynn, you free tonight?"
Fred grinned. "If so, meet us in the trophy room after dinner. Got something good to show you!"
(End of this chapter)
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