Professor McGonagall actually didn't expect Luke to say such a thing.
Because even she only had a vague idea for the time being, and could not give a relatively reliable summary like Luke.
so……
"……you're right."
Then she fell silent.
Professor McGonagall looked at Luke as if he were looking at a monster.
Luke didn't notice the professor's eyes at first, because his attention was attracted by the verification inference on the note.
Professor McGonagall stuffed almost all the ideas and inspirations she could think of onto this piece of paper. The inference on this paper is not complete, and I think the follow-up will be on other papers.
But Luke looked at the scratch paper and couldn't help but wrinkle it.
"It's just an idea, Professor. You haven't given a summary yet."
When he raised his head and looked at Professor McGonagall, he finally noticed the strange look in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
He suddenly woke up and realized that he was really not acting like an 11-year-old child, but after being nervous, he didn't react any more. You can't pretend forever. So it’s not a bad idea to take this opportunity to see other people’s reactions.
"What's wrong, Professor?"
Luke asked tentatively.
Professor McGonagall shook her head with a complicated expression and said, "It's nothing. I just feel that after all these years, we have been studying the art of transfiguration, and we have finally been inspired by you."
Love reading books
"And this kind of thing should be applicable to more than just transformation."
Professor McGonagall's tone was filled with the emotion of 'The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead'.
And the eyes looking at Luke became gentler and gentler, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.
Luke looked at the fiery eyes and couldn't help but move his buttocks. Being stared at by such eyes made him somewhat uneasy. In this way, he felt like a pig eating a good meal before the Chinese New Year.
"Ahem, Professor, again, this thing is not complete. There is still a long way to go before what you think."
Luke put the piece of paper on the table, pushed it in front of the professor, and pointed at the obscure terms on it.
"You can't really expect everyone to understand the feeling of 'turning into ice cubes' or 'like flowing water'. Even if they can understand it, they may not be able to do it."
Professor McGonagall himself can definitely understand these inexplicable feelings, and Luke can also understand them to some extent. Of course, this is because Professor McGonagall still uses the task in class as an example.
Irregular and extremely subjective. These are actually not fundamentally different from all existing magic teaching methods.
Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that these feelings when casting spells could not help a group of children understand. Even every transfiguration caster will have a different feeling. It can be said that those who can achieve the same magical effect according to such steps and descriptions must be a few, those who are extremely consistent with her thoughts.
"Indeed...it seems that there is still room for improvement."
Professor McGonagall frowned tightly, and she had no more ideas for a while.
Luke, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Professor McGonagall's accumulation was indeed profound enough. He just clicked and immediately grasped the key points.
"Do you have any other ideas?"
Professor McGonagall thought for a while, but didn't get anything new, and then she asked again.
Luke opened his mouth, and then showed a bitter smile: "Professor... I am still a child."
The expectation on Professor McGonagall's face froze for an instant, then disappointment, but soon returned to calm.
She sighed softly, and then said helplessly: "Yes, you are still a child. If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten about it."
When Luke heard this, he didn't think it was a good thing to say, but judging from the professor's performance, it shouldn't be an irony or a test. She was just plain emotional.
"Of course, I will continue to think about it. If I have any new ideas, I will tell you in time."
Luke could only speak quickly.
There was no more joy on Professor McGonagall's face, but she nodded silently: "Okay, but I suggest you don't try it yet, at least wait until I complete a few necessary safety checks before going. practice."
When he said this, Professor McGonagall's tone was full of concern. Luke smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Professor, I'm not an impulsive person, and I've tried this before."
After hearing this, Professor McGonagall suddenly recalled that the child in front of him was the first person to use this immature theory.
She finally nodded, but didn't speak.
Luke finally breathed a sigh of relief when this topic was over. Just give it a try. It would be best if the professor didn't ask. If he really wanted to ask, he would have reached his limit. If I want to give information, I can only express my speculations. But those speculations are all related to Luke himself.
"Professor, I got a letter."
Luke changed the subject in a way that looked like a cliff-side turn on Mount Huashan.
Before Professor McGonagall could react, she stood up in shock at Luke's next words.
"The letter says that someone is planning to attack Hogwarts with dangerous magical animals on Halloween."
Luke said something scary in a calm tone.
Attack on Hogwarts? No one has done anything like this in at least eleven years. Even Professor McGonagall's train of thought was about to return to the illusion that 'Hogwarts will never be breached'.
In fact, during the years when Voldemort was in power, he really had actual control of Hogwarts.
"Where's the letter?"
Professor McGonagall asked with a serious face.
"It burned automatically after reading it."
Luke did not intend to give the letter to the professor because he was not sure whether such an approach would be noticed by the person who sent the letter, and what kind of reaction the person who sent the letter would have afterward.
Should I continue or stop contacting him?
The former is okay, but the latter is not so good. Although I cannot completely believe the information given by the other party, it is at least a side reference.
Before he figured out who was behind it, he would not reveal the news to others casually.
"Okay, I understand. Did you notice who sent that letter?"
"No, I read it specifically. There are no other clues. It's just a simple letter. The handwriting on the letter is very beautiful. The person who wrote the letter may be a woman."
This is all the information Luke can get so far. This information is also fraught with uncertainty.
Professor McGonagall nodded, and then ordered: "Don't tell others the news... so as not to panic them."
If he didn't know about the professors' fishing plan, he might have believed this reason. But Luke knew their plan, so this statement could fool a ten-year-old child.
"Okay, Professor, I understand."
Luke said extremely obediently.
And his tone made Professor McGonagall look at him intently. Luke's eyes widened with innocence on his face.
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.
"If you are really prepared, at least pay attention to your own safety."
Professor McGonagall said helplessly.
"I know you have an affinity for magical animals. But you also have to understand that it is common for magical animals to lose control. And if the opponent is attacking, simply using magical animals will definitely not be enough. At least you will feed them a little rage. Potions and stuff like that.”
Professor McGonagall looked at Luke and said seriously: "Be careful. If you find something wrong, run quickly. Run towards the principal's office."
When Luke heard this, he also suppressed the grimace on his face, and nodded seriously and gratefully.
"Don't worry, Professor, I understand."
Professor McGonagall looked at the helpless student in front of her and shook her head.
"Is there anything else? Let's go have dinner without you. If I have any results here, I will tell you in time."
"Okay professor, if I have any new ideas, I will tell you in time."
When Luke went to the cafeteria, Luke couldn't help but sigh at the strangeness of this world.
The vast majority of people are quite satisfied with the status quo and are unwilling to make any changes. A small number of people are not satisfied with the status quo and are seeking changes as much as possible, but they are like headless flies hitting the glass. The future is bright, but it is a pity that there is no way out. What is even more pity is that they cannot even see the bright future. arrive.
But except for a few people, almost all wizards are unwilling and unable to communicate too much with Muggles.
Even wizards from Muggle families will transform into traditional wizards during nearly seven years of closed education.
But just like Professor McGonagall, as long as someone gives them an idea, they can make breakthroughs within certain limits.
But all this is just a taste.
"Hi, Luke!"
The sudden call pulled Luke away from his own world.
Seeing Luke finally come to his senses, Marcus smiled and asked, "Have you encountered anything happy?"
"Huh? Why do you ask that?"
Luke was a bit confused by him.
Marcus looked at Luke strangely: "You smiled so happily just now, I thought something good had happened to you."
He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Didn't he encounter anything happy? In this case, wouldn't the confidence suddenly drop to one level?
Luke touched his cheek. Was he smiling just now?
Then he actually laughed. Why not laugh? If the world were not so backward and contradictory, it would be really difficult for him to complete that task.
"Of course, I did think of happy things."
As soon as Luke said these words, Marcus's eyes lit up.
"So, Marcus, what's up?"
Luke had already guessed the other party's intention, but he still had to ask a symbolic question. After all, there is no deal in the rush.
A moment later, in the trophy display room, Luke looked at Marcus who was talking eloquently and didn't know what to say for a moment.
But you still have to keep a smile on your face.
"Okay, Marcus, I actually know what you said. You can also see that I am not very interested in playing Quidditch. Even though, as you said, I may not be very interested in playing Quidditch." There is a certain amount of talent, after all, every Gunter is an excellent Quidditch player."
Luke smiled and said: "So let's get down to business. It's dinner time now."
There was no embarrassment on Marcus's face. He looked serious: "Luke, we need help. Gryffindor is very strong. I found someone to peek at their training. Harry Potter is a very good person." Seeker. And what he has is Nimbus 2000. Our current equipment is simply incomparable."
After saying this, Marcus sighed with a look of reluctance: "If the skills are inferior to others, I will admit it. Even if it is an exception to use first-year students as official team members, after all, there is a precedent, I will admit it. . But the other party wants to use the performance of the broom to crush us. I cannot accept this kind of failure!"
Luke looked at the face that was full of grievances, unwillingness, and anger. His first feeling was that they had lost the game and Gryffindor had won the trophy.
"So, Luke." There was a hint of pleading on Marcus's serious face, "Please help us replace a broom for our Seeker."
Before Luke could speak, he added again: "I know it's definitely inappropriate for you to pay for such a thing. But Professor Snape is not very interested in Quidditch, so let him stand for us. , and then after we win, he goes to show off in front of Professor McGonagall, okay. Let him spend money to update our equipment, no."
"Although I have this idea, I can't come up with the money myself. If I apply from home, it won't be approved. Our seeker is just a little wizard from a civilian family. He simply can't afford the level of Nimbus 2000. broom."
"So I finally found you. Luke, for the glory of Slytherin, please help me!"
"The glory of Slytherin! It is the glory of Gaunt!"
After he finished speaking, he bowed ninety degrees to Luke. It seems sincere and humble.
But how could Luke be moved by such empty words...a long list of words, all filled with feelings and without any benefit.
Luke looked at Marcus in front of him and couldn't help but laugh. He looked like a tall, rough and arrogant Slytherin, but he actually came to trick him.
If Marcus told Malfoy this, maybe Malfoy would agree.
But Luke...heh.
"No problem, Marcus, I can even pay to replace all the broomsticks of the entire team with Nimbus 2000."
Luke said with a smile.
Marcus didn't feel anyone supporting him, so he felt something wasn't right from the bottom of his heart. When he looked up he saw Luke's smiling face.
It was obviously a gentle smile, but he couldn't help but shudder.
To suffer.
"But, Marcus. We are good friends. It will be no problem for me to help you. But, you also have to do me a favor!"
