Hoffa's face looked unhappy at her insinuation. He picked up his wand and gently tapped the small wooden block in front of him. He was thinking of a wooden sword.

Magic power flowed out of the wand, and Hoffa used his mind to control the magic power and instill it into the wood. Suddenly, he had a magical feeling, which felt like grabbing a piece of plasticine out of thin air.

Under the influence of magic, the wood seemed to have strong plasticity.

So that’s it, purpose and structure?

Hoffa understood clearly, so he closed his eyes and thought about a gleaming sharp blade in his mind.

The wood began to stretch, stretch, and flatten under Hoffa's mental control.

During the change, Hoffa frowned.

No, the details are not enough, but the blade cannot be called a sword.

So he began to think carefully about the shape of the sword hilt and the shape of the guard.

Above the table, the small wooden sword became more and more decent. At first it was just a rough embryo, and slowly, the patterns on the hilt were slowly carved out.

Miranda admired in a low voice, while Aglaia muttered disdainfully, "There is something else..."

After completing the carving, Hoffa opened his eyes and looked at the small sword in front of him, without much joy on his face.

Miranda exclaimed: "It's really your fault, you can do it!"

Hoffa shook his head and closed his eyes again. He always felt that something was wrong.

You know, he also wants to transform into an Animagus. Just turning wood into a wooden sword is not enough!

Think about it, what is the difference between this and making a rubber sword out of plasticine? The essence of the wooden sword is still wood, without any change. This is not magic at all, not magical at all.

Essence, change, goal.

The key words Dumbledore said were spinning in Hoffa's head.

No, the sword should be made of iron, the purpose of the sword should be to kill, and the wooden sword can only be used as a toy.

So Hoffa concentrated his energy and completely immersed himself in the current wooden sword, trying to perceive more details.

But no, his spirit can feel every fiber of the wood, but he still cannot feel the essence of the wood. Let alone change.

Not energetic enough?

Hoffa frowned. Suddenly, he thought of the meditation method of Milarepa. Meditation can enhance the spirit.

Hoffa opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone around him was struggling to deform the wood. No one cared about himself in the corner.

He cleared his mind, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.

At this moment, his spirit was magnified exponentially under the influence of meditation. If he wanted, he could perceive the entire classroom without using his eyes.

But Hoffa didn't. All his energy was immersed in the wooden sword to explore the essence of wood.

The powerful spirit is like a spider web, penetrating into the wooden sword thread by bit. The spirit penetrates the fiber with magic power, passes through the cell, passes through the cell nucleus, and reaches the essence of the organic matter.

It felt like there was a loud roar that resounded through my head.

The black and white world suddenly became colorful, and he seemed to have entered another dimension. Countless tiny particles were rotating and changing around him, and endless colors were remixed and spread out in front of him.

The magic took Hoffa to gallop in a completely unknown world. A new world of transformation opened in front of Hoffa. He felt joy. He felt the power to nearly control everything!

Yes, that’s it!

…

In the real world, the wooden sword in front of Hoffa suddenly exploded into powder and completely dissipated in the air.

Miranda's expression on the side was slightly solemn.

Aglaia smiled proudly, thinking to herself, this idiot just made the sword disappear!

In the classroom, Dumbledore, who was correcting students' mistakes in front of the podium, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the corner.

A strong spiritual force suddenly appeared in the classroom!

Tom Riddle on the other side of the classroom frowned, feeling something.

Dumbledore put down what he was doing and walked quickly to the corner. Everyone's eyes followed him.

Coming to the corner, Dumbledore saw Hoffa with his eyes closed.

The next second, Hoffa raised his wand.

In the air, traces of crystalline metallic light appeared.

In everyone's shocked eyes.

The metallic light quickly arranged and combined to form the blade, guard, and hilt.

Dumbledore's blue eyes suddenly widened.

The gleaming sword blade showed that it was entirely a metal sword, not a wooden sword.

Miranda opened her mouth in disbelief.

Aglaia's face turned pale, and she suddenly pressed the table and stood up.

The students around them all turned their heads and watched this magical scene happen.

They had no idea what was going on, they just saw a metal sword appearing out of thin air.

But Dumbledore knew that the boy in front of him had actually changed the nature of things!

After the transformation was completed, Hoffa opened his eyes with a pale face, full of joy, and he grabbed the sharp sword in front of him.

He did it! He used transfiguration to change the nature of things. This is magic!

Dumbledore clapped his hands sincerely, and soon, the students around him also clapped their hands. They didn't know why, but they just felt very powerful.

Tom Marvolo stood up, looked at the Ravenclaw table with a frown, and murmured in disbelief: "Hoffa...!?"

Hoffa, who was still in the joy of completing the transformation, was startled by the applause. He looked up and saw that he was surrounded by people. They all applauded in shock.

What's going on? Isn't this a basic operation?

Dumbledore pulled Hoffa up without any explanation, looking at him as if he were looking at a rare treasure. Then, he took off the small sword Hoffa had conjured, raised it high, and said in an admiring tone:

"Overachieved, overachieved, Hoffa! Look! I've never seen any first-year student do this. It's amazing. The last person who could change like this was Nick Leer more than 500 years ago.

May Ravenclaw adds 50 points."

He was so happy that he didn't even think to look carefully at other people's works.

This made Aglaia so angry that she walked out angrily right after class and threw her wooden tree in the trash.

After class, Hoffa also wanted to leave the classroom, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Hoffa."

Hoffa stood still, and the crowd passed by him. The Ravenclaw classmates patted his shoulders excitedly and said encouraging words to him, but Hoffa saw Tom Riddle passing by him with a gloomy face.

, he heard an undetectable whisper as they passed each other.

"That's really good, Hoffa."

After the classroom was empty, Dumbledore pointed to the table in front of him, and Hoffa sat down in confusion.

Dumbledore looked at the earrings on Hoffa's ears and smiled: "It seems that you get along well with goblins."

Thinking of Indra, Hoffa could only scratch his head and said, "It's okay, but I can't take it off."

"Why do you need to take it off? It's a gift from a friend."

As he spoke, Dumbledore also pulled up a stool and sat down. He crossed his fingers and his expression became a little serious.

"Do you know what you just did was dangerous?"

Hoffa's heart skipped a beat and he didn't understand.

Dumbledore handed the sword back to Hoffa and said seriously: "Can you still change the sword back?"

Hoffa stared at the wooden sword for a while and suddenly turned pale. He knew why Dumbledore wanted to keep him. He understood the structure of metal atoms, but he did not understand the structure of trees. He could not change back at all.

Dumbledore crossed his arms and said softly: "Be cautious, Hoffa, be cautious. I have seen too many shapeshifters who are talented but not cautious enough.

You have very powerful spiritual talents, but you have to remember that changing the structure of things, rather than changing the essence of things, makes it easy for people to get lost in the ecstasy and impulse brought about by changes.

In my opinion, you have just completed an irreversible change. If the object of your change is not a piece of wood, but yourself, you have been completely lost."

Hoffa looked into Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Dumbledore straightened up and tapped the metal sword with his wand.

The metal sword slowly turned back into a small wooden block.

"Remember, a true shapeshifter must not only be able to turn stone into gold, but also be able to turn gold into stone."

Dumbledore's words frightened Queen Hoffa for a long time, so much so that when he walked out of the classroom, there was still some cold sweat on his back.

Indeed, the moment he completed his transformation, he was almost carried away by joy. At that moment, he even felt that his transformation into an Animagus was very close.

But now it seems that his road to transformation still has a long way to go.

Other students didn't know Dumbledore's warning to Hoffa, and they were all talking about the fact that Ravenclaw had a student who was good at transfiguration. The Ravenclaw students regarded Hoffa as a hero, although Gorshak
To be continued...