Harry Potter: The Wizard of Apocalypse

Today, the first-year Ravenclaws only had History of Magic in the morning. As the bell rang, it also marked the end of all the morning classes.

Ian saw that it was still early and didn't plan to return to the dormitory for a nap, so he decided to stay in the library.

He also wanted to try to find out if there was any magic, besides the Fiendfyre Curse and the Killing Curse, that could quickly and completely kill the parasite. After all, he would have to live in that world for nearly half of his future life.

And he could also complete the History of Magic homework that Professor Binns had just assigned.

…

He walked through the busy corridor and arrived at the quiet library.

There was already a familiar figure sitting at the table where Ian often sat.

The table was piled with all kinds of books, so much so that Ian could only see a small head with fluffy brown hair peeking out from behind the books.

Without a doubt, it was Ian's old partner in the library, Miss Beaver.

Seeing that the other person was writing furiously, Ian didn't choose to disturb her but instead turned around to select the books he needed.

When Ian returned to his seat with a few books in hand, he saw the little head raise and look across at him.

The two smiled at each other and then went back to their work. This was the way they agreed to greet each other in the library, to avoid being spotted by Madam Pince and being kicked out.

They maintained this quiet and tacit understanding for a long time, until almost noon.

During the two hours or so, neither of them spoke a word. The only sounds were the flipping of pages and the soft scratching of quills on parchment.

Seeing that it was already time for lunch in the Great Hall, Hermione was still absorbed in her work.

Ian couldn't help but tap the table lightly, then pointed to his pocket watch, signaling Hermione to pay attention to the time.

Hermione nodded obediently, indicating that she understood, and quickly cleaned up the table covered with parchment.

…

When the two walked out of the library, Hermione seemed to release the silence that had been weighing on her and began to chatter non-stop.

Most of her talk was about what they had seen in yesterday's flying lesson, the Savior's recklessness and impulsiveness, and the Slytherins' arrogance and cruelty.

Of course, she didn't forget to criticize Professor McGonagall, because Professor McGonagall had used this opportunity to make Harry the Gryffindor Seeker, which Hermione thought was a very immature decision.

Ian also enjoyed this kind of narrative. After all, it was different from the books and movies. It was told from the perspective of the people involved, so it felt more vivid and interesting.

"It seems the Savior turned a blessing in disguise, becoming Gryffindor's youngest Seeker," Ian mused.

Hermione's tone was somewhat displeased as she countered, "Even if that's the case, that's no reason for him to make a mistake. The professor clearly told everyone to wait quietly for her to come back. And you have no idea how high Harry and Malfoy were flying—it could have killed them."

Her tone was obviously somewhat dissatisfied because Ian hadn't sided with her in condemning Harry's rule-breaking.

Ian found it a bit funny, so he quickly changed his tone to one of coaxing, and then severely reprimanded those students who hadn't listened to the professor, which satisfied Hermione.

"Hermione, what classes do you have this afternoon?" Ian asked.

"Only one Charms class, then Astronomy in the evening. It's hard to believe that wizards study Astronomy just for Divination..." Hermione replied.

The two continued chatting as they walked toward the Great Hall for lunch.

Ian still enjoyed these little moments in life. It was not only the joy of a dream fulfilled but also the realization of his childhood dream from thirty years ago.

After a simple lunch, the two parted ways, as lunchtime was quite short.

…

After dinner, Ian returned to the dormitory and took a short nap to recharge, because his next class, Transfiguration, was one of Ian's favorites.

The reason was that only this course allowed him to experience the power of a wizard's mind, the so-called "as long as I want, I can do it."

The power of the mind to distort reality was fully reflected in Transfiguration, or even to the fullest extent.

In the afternoon, in the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall was standing at the podium with a stern face, imparting magical knowledge to the young wizards.

The teenage students below were completely silent, attending class like model students.

The atmosphere in the classroom was a sharp contrast to Professor Binns' class in the morning.

If we talk about which teacher at Hogwarts can control the class, Professor McGonagall would surely be on that list. Even Snape was sometimes inferior to her.

Looking at the figure at the front of the class, Ian still felt a deep respect for the professor who had guided him into Hogwarts.

Opening the "Standard Book of Spells," Ian saw that today's lesson focused on the transformation of inanimate objects. The first half of the class was spent on the theory of Transfiguration.

However, today's lesson involved the resizing of Transfigured objects—specifically turning a button into an apple.

As the scale of Transfiguration increased, so did the difficulty, which presented a severe challenge for young wizards.

As expected, the little wizards didn't disappoint. Looking at those strange and colorful apples, even Professor McGonagall, who was usually unflappable, couldn't help but twitch her eye.

"Mr. Titus?" Professor McGonagall asked, frowning slightly as she noticed Ian was looking around with a curious expression.

She was quite fond of the boy she had brought to Hogwarts. After all, a handsome and polite child always made a good impression.

"Um, Professor, what can I do for you?" Ian quickly snapped back to attention and asked.

"Everyone is practicing Transfiguration. Why don't you give it a try?" Professor McGonagall suggested.

Perhaps seeing something that needed correcting, she turned her attention to a Hufflepuff girl behind her and said sternly, "Miss Susan Bones, if I were you, I would concentrate on the incantation instead of secretly watching other male students."

After briefly scolding the blushing girl, Professor McGonagall turned back to Ian, waiting to see him cast the spell.

"Ahem!" Ian cleared his throat, raised his wand, and pointed it at the delicate button on the table. "Vera Verto!" he chanted.

In an instant, the button transformed rapidly into a red, oval apple.

The apples exuded a refreshing fragrance and a tempting color, making them look incredibly appetizing.

"Very good, look everyone, Mr. Titus succeeded. Three points for Ravenclaw."

Professor McGonagall held up the apple so the other students could see it clearly.

Ian felt a bit embarrassed—rare for him. As an adult with the mind of a 30-year-old, he always found it a little awkward showing off in front of a group of younger students.

Professor McGonagall didn't seem inclined to let him off the hook, however, and continued:

"Mr. Titus, perhaps you'd like to share your thoughts with the class?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the young wizards eagerly put down their wands and leaned in to listen, afraid of missing any secrets to success.

Reluctantly, Ian stood up to explain.

"In my understanding, there is no 'technique' for Transfiguration. It is more a manifestation of the mind's power. The mind interferes with reality and brings it into being."

He paused dramatically, then added, "For example, take this button. We imagine it as an apple. As long as we believe strongly enough, we don't even need to chant a spell or wave a wand—it will turn into an apple."

Ian waited for the students to absorb this, then continued:

"The so-called failure of Transfiguration is simply the result of doubt creeping in during the process of casting. If we subconsciously still think of it as just a button, that's why we see incomplete or failed Transfigurations."

He smiled and concluded, "Finally, as long as we firmly believe, any Transfiguration will succeed on the first try."

Ian calmly gave his answer, then bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall and returned to his seat.

"Clap, clap, clap..." Professor McGonagall applauded with a satisfied smile.

"Very exciting, Mr. Titus. It's hard to believe you have such a deep understanding of Transfiguration. Many adult wizards wouldn't think this way—it's very rare."

As if remembering something, she added, "What are you waiting for? Strengthen your beliefs, concentrate, and continue practicing. Another three points to Ravenclaw for such a wonderful answer. Thank you, Mr. Titus, for your generous sharing."

Ravenclaw was never short of clever wizards, and with Ian's help pointing out the key concepts, the students were soon completing their Transfigurations as required.

…

"Ian, wait a moment."

Just as Ian was packing up to leave, he heard Professor McGonagall call his name. He stopped and turned to face her.

"Professor, what's wrong?"

In response to Ian's confusion, Professor McGonagall didn't waste time and quickly expressed her thoughts:

"You're very talented in Transfiguration. What's even rarer is that you study hard. You've already exceeded the skills of many second and third years. If you keep this up, you might be able to start learning more advanced Transfiguration spells earlier."

Ian's eyes brightened at the praise. The professor's recognition felt quite sincere, which made him more motivated to continue improving.

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