Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

"Thank you, Professor."

Cassandra is planning to go to Lucius and ask him to help contact a professional potionist and provide a bottle of memory potion every day.

Horace suddenly said, "Let me help you brew the potion every day."

Cassandra looked at the kind big elephant in front of her in astonishment, never expecting him to say such words.

"You don't just drink one bottle, you take it every day."

"I'm worried that they are shoddy or not capable enough, which will cause other side effects of the potion."

"Besides, I don't contribute for free. The materials are prepared by you, and I need double the processing fee."

Horace used the tone of a fair deal, trying to make Cassandra feel that this was just an ordinary transaction.

But what he didn't know was that Cassandra knew everything about him very well.

It is enough for ordinary potion masters to brew potions.

And let Horace brew the potion by hand, and one bottle a day, it's not just Gallon's problem.

Horace didn't need money, what he needed was glory and enjoyment.

At this moment, Cassandra felt something beyond the teacher's appreciation for the students from this giant elephant.

That is an old man's concern for his child's physical and mental health.

Maybe Cassandra is destined to be fated and fat?

Thinking of another lovely figure, Cassandra smiled: "Professor, when I become the master of Hogwarts in the future, I will definitely let you go back to be the head of Slytherin."

Horace only took Cassandra's words as a joke, and responded with a smile: "Then I'll just wait for that day."

But I thought in my heart, waiting for Cassandra to become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He must have been sleeping in a small box for decades, right?

077 The third update, you have a problem with your transfiguration technique!

For fifteen days, Cassandra had been studying first-year potions with Horace.

Thanks to the memory potion carefully brewed by Horace, Cassandra memorized the main points of the entire book "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi" with difficulty.

Also as Horace said.

Almost every day after dinner, she persisted for an hour or two, then she could only crawl into bed in a daze, and then slept until dawn the next day.

Sleep at least eleven hours a day.

This is also the result of Cassandra having learned Occlumency, hardly dreaming, and having high-quality sleep.

Seeing that Cassandra could keep up with this crazy rhythm, Horace stopped trying to persuade Cassandra.

Instead, he took out a full professional attitude to teach Cassandra.

In fifteen days, Cassandra had reached the level of a first-year Potions graduate.

"It's incredible."

At the dinner party on the day when Cassandra graduated from Potions in her first year, Horace's eyes seemed to be shining like stars, and he was happily boasting about Cassandra's excellence to Lucius and his wife.

"She is the most talented student I have ever taught, bar none!"

Horace was beaming, and Walrus Beard seemed to be dancing.

"Of course, it's also inseparable from this crazy way of learning."

"However, the only ones who can bear this kind of learning are geniuses from pure-blooded families."

Horace sighed sincerely, probably only a family like Malfoy could take the learning progress of Cassandra without changing his face.

Lucius smiled happily, and it turned out that his daughter was the best.

That old fox Dumbledore will surely regret it!

"I think the most important thing is to teach you what you taught Cassandra."

"In the future, the learning stories between you and my daughter will definitely be circulated in the magic world forever."

Lucius was also very aware of the character of his professor, and he pushed back Horace's bragging with just a few words.

Horace's stomach jumped so happily that the table shook.

"Tomorrow I plan to teach her transfiguration again. Drinking potions every day is not a good habit after all."

"Transfiguration does not need to memorize so many things, but more needs to be experienced with heart."

Horace kept his word, and brought Cassandra to the courtyard the next day to learn Transfiguration.

"You said you took your first Transfiguration class and learned how to turn matches into needles. Show me that?"

After Horace finished speaking, the system's daily tasks were also released.

Exactly the same as the previous daily tasks.

It's just that the second reward became the Transfiguration talent, and the third reward became Horace's Transfiguration experience.

Although Horace was a Potions professor, he was also very good at Transfiguration.

In the original book, he can easily transform himself into a sofa with body deformation, avoiding the pursuit of Death Eaters.

This level of transfiguration may not be comparable to that of Dumbledore, who was a professor of transfiguration.

But it can definitely be called an expert-level figure.

"Okay, Professor."

Cassandra pointed to the matches placed on the stone table and recited the Transfiguration Charm.

She was so concentrated that she didn't dare to slacken the slightest bit, for fear of turning the wooden match into a metal match again, but it didn't look like a needle at all.

Transfiguration is much more difficult for Cassandra than ordinary spells.

But this time, Cassandra was surprised to find out.

Not only did her magic power enter the match quite smoothly, the match also changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into a needle under Horace's admiring gaze.

This seems a little too smooth, doesn't it?

Even with the previous experience, it shouldn't be so smooth, right?

Suddenly, Cassandra seemed to think of something.

Now she has 3 more points of magic power.

Does this change in magic power mean that the transformation can be performed more smoothly?

No...it doesn't seem right again.

It should not only refer to the change of Transfiguration, but should generally refer to the transformation of magic power into other forms.

"Stunning performance, it's hard to imagine you've only had one Transfiguration class."

Horace, as always, was relentless in his praise.

But that was all, for Horace knew it well.

Transfiguration is a discipline that requires understanding, and once understanding is not enough, it will be difficult to make progress.

So a wizard who seems to be very talented in low-level transfiguration might get stuck one day.

Just like him.

"But for Transfiguration, this is just the beginning."

"Generally, we divide Transfiguration into three stages, that is, dead objects become dead objects; living objects become dead objects; dead objects become living objects."

"The transformation of dead objects into dead objects is divided into shape-like transformation, homogeneous transformation and conversion spell. The more difficult it is, the more difficult it is."

"Actually, every specific deformation technique requires constant practice."

Horace drew out his wand, intending to cast the Restoring Charm, which would turn the needle back into a match.

Then let Cassandra try to transform the match into something else, and Cassandra will feel the difficulty of the transformation.

It's a pity that Horace at this time has not realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Restore the prototype."

With a finger of the wand, the light melted into the match.

Then the smile on Horace's face gradually turned into doubt, and the upward beard slowly fell down.

"Strange, could it be that I just chanted the wrong spell?"

For experts in Transfiguration, this is almost impossible.

Horace, who didn't believe in evil, tried a few more times, but failed?

Confused, he casually recited the Transformation Curse, and the metal needle instantly turned into a match.

But this made Horace even more confused, and he recited the Restoration Charm again.

This time, the match obediently turned into a needle.

Seeing all this, Horace's expression changed seriously.

He picked up the needle, looked at it in front of his eyes, and asked Cassandra, "Did you get the same result when you used Transfiguration last time?"

"Yes."

"What about the needle after that?"

"Professor McGonagall put it away after class, and probably used it again next time."

Horace's beard was bristling again, and he really wanted to rush into Hogwarts now and ask where the needle had gone.

But he obviously couldn't do that.

Horace produced another match and told Kassandra to polymorph again.

Cassandra complied, and Horace's Restoration Charm, again, failed.

Horace felt only that his lips were dry.

He looked at the beautiful 11-year-old girl in front of him and realized that something terrible might happen to him.