The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

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As the professors continued to walk into the auditorium, soon Aini's sleek new hairstyle became the focus of the audience.

Swallowing the steak in his mouth, he smiled brightly as if nothing had happened against the strange and probing eyes around him.

Well, yes, I'm not embarrassed, I'm not embarrassed at all.

The whole day's magical accident failed to cause substantial damage to him, and the electric current of the explosion was like a crazy wolf dog, which gnawed Aini's smooth hair into a mess.

There is no other way, a bald head is better than a large area of ​​baldness, so Aini had no choice but to deal with his own hair.

After finally waiting for the old headmaster to finish his meal, Aini stroked the corner of his mouth stiff with a smile, and hurriedly followed Dumbledore's footsteps.

"Maybe I forgot to tell you that wizards generally don't choose to use lightning to fight, they are too difficult to control"

The two sat down on the sofa in the principal's room, and Dumbledore looked at Ennie's big shiny bald head and smiled.

"Thanks for the reminder, but if you can make the smile on your face more serious, I will be more grateful."

Aini glanced at Dumbledore sullenly, this disrespectful old man is very bad.

"Sorry, but please forgive the rare joy of an old man."

Dumbledore was still smiling. Although Aini himself wanted to enjoy his new life and youth to his heart's content, and his daily performance was not at all like an old man with two lives, he still had the memory of his previous life and was dealing with many things. There is no youthful frizz at the time, and it seems a bit old-fashioned.

Dumbledore hopes that his successor is an excellent person, and whether it is strength, character or the means of handling things, Aini perfectly meets his standards.

Dumbledore also hopes that every child in the school can enjoy his own life, and the teenage Aini has done a lot of things that should be undertaken by a person in his 100s.

The maturity of the young man even made the old headmaster feel a little guilty. After all, it was his proposal to let Ernie come to teach at Hogwarts. Dumbledore was very happy with the other party's growth, but thought that he had made him lose his indulgence. days of youth.

So the old headmaster was always happy when Aini occasionally acted childishly.

"Don't worry, you still have a long way to go. I didn't expect you to cross that line so quickly, actually..."

Dumbledore groaned, seemingly considering what to say next.

"Ani, what is the spell in your opinion?"

"A contract, a spell is a contract signed between a wizard and the world."

When the old principal asked a question, Aini was considering whether he should mail him a wig, and he gave the answer without thinking.

Then his heart moved, the two had discussed this topic before, and now Dumbledore must not want his answer last time.

Sure enough, Wizard White immediately gave a new answer.

"For a two-way contract, both sides should pay and gain. Modern spells don't consume magic power. As long as one can overcome mental fatigue, a wizard can continue to cast spells until he faints. Even then, the energy he possesses is still abundant.

It seems that the world has been giving without asking for anything in return, just like signing a single contract, and the wizard is the one enjoying the benefits. "

Dumbledore's tone was very calm, but all of Aini's mind was involved in thinking.

"Do you know Tiri Fluorescent Grass?"

While Aini was contemplating, the old headmaster suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with the previous one.

"Tirui Fluorescent Grass, which is native to the Manchak Swamp in Louisiana, USA, can absorb different kinds of magic power. The living plants have weak intelligence. It is amazingly effective in healing black magic and potion damage, but it has been extinct due to human destruction."

As a potion master, he naturally knows this legendary material by heart. Tiri Fluorescent Grass is very dependent on the environment and cannot be transplanted.

Back then, many people who were injured by black magic and could not be cured would venture into the depths of the Manchak Swamp to look for Tiri Fluorescent Grass. Alien energy is a special nutrient for it.

After finding it, you only need to put the wound close to the root system of Tiri Fluorescent Grass, and it will feast on the delicious meal delivered to your door.

Those little guys saved many people, but brought disaster on themselves, and were destroyed maliciously in the age when black magic was rampant.

Aini sighed regretfully, and Wu's eyes lit up!

"You mean it's like how people who have been harmed by black magic treat Tirui Fluorescent Grass. When the latter enjoys a delicious meal, it is only regarded as a free gift from the other party, so they are very close.

So when we use the spell, the world will also get what it wants, but what we think of as 'giving' is precisely the harvest! "

"Perfect reasoning, outside voyeurs are expanding their influence here all the time. As aborigines, when the world provides us with magic power, we will also wash away the alien atmosphere contaminated by the magic power, making Blue Star more pure.

The spell can also be regarded as a means of self-purification of Blue Star, so it is not difficult to create a new spell in the early stage, and every great wizard can do it.We only need to build a spell model, and then recite the spell, there will be an inexplicable will to guide us to connect the two. "

Aini listened carefully to the headmaster's narration, and there were hidden hints in some ancient books, but they were not as intuitive as what Dumbledore said.

"Albus, I'm very successful in shaping the magic, but I've been stuck on the last step all day, and I can't connect the spell effect with the spell at all."

While speaking, Aini constructed the prototype of the previous spell in his hand.

"Hey, be careful!"

"Don't build spell models here!"

"Do you want to blow up our old guys?!"

Before Dumbledore could express his opinion, the portraits on the wall next to him began to yell at you and me.

Several former principals stared at Aini angrily, very dissatisfied with this brash brat.

There are also some indifferent, busy with their own affairs, and a few old-school wizards are quite interested in watching the ball of lightning jumping on their fingertips, as if they appreciate the young and promising juniors in front of them very much.

"Ah, sorry."

Aini smiled enthusiastically, and quickly dispersed the thunder in his palm.

"Nice spell, your growth rate once again exceeded my expectations."

Dumbledore applauded lightly, then turned around and pulled out a purple magic book from the shelf, and the book floated towards Ernie with the palm of his hand.

"Eleven Sinister Spells", a book made of parchment, the cover is very worn, and most of the signatures can no longer be distinguished, only Blake's words can be barely read.

"There is a spell in it that is very similar to the spell you just constructed. If there are similar spells, unless the latter has obvious optimization in effect, it will be difficult to be recognized by the rules.

Magical strength, casting time, casting difficulty, mental burden, and magic power consumption, these five items are the standards for the rules. "

Aini opened the seventh page of the spell book according to the catalog, and the spells on it were quite different from the model he had constructed.