Chapter 9 Heading to the Gryffindor Common Room
After eating and drinking their fill, it was Professor Dumbledore's final address.
After a boring and lengthy speech, Ron also learned that there would soon be Quidditch matches he could participate in. He was quite interested in this famous sport and would sign up if he had the chance.
At the end of the school year, there was also the House Cup selection, where the House with the highest points would win the House Cup.
At this moment, Sir Nicholas, the ghost, said to Ron:
"New Gryffindor students, Slytherin has won six consecutive championships! I hope you can win the championship this school year. Slytherin is truly unbearable."
The House Cup... In Ron's memory, this was a high honor at Hogwarts, but ultimately, whether he won it or not didn't really concern him. He just wanted to cultivate diligently.
However, for Harry and Hermione, who had childlike dispositions, they took it very seriously.
Watching their eager eyes, Ron's heart couldn't help but ripple.
So, it wouldn't be impossible for him to casually help Gryffindor win the House Cup or something, which would give him greater say in the House later on.
However, this was a future plan and did not need to be acted upon immediately. For now, what he needed to do was to continue cultivating and wait for the right moment to arrive.
Finally, it was the school song segment. Everyone sang the song disjointedly, and the feast ended.
Afterward, they followed Percy, the prefect, to Gryffindor Tower.
"This is the fastest way to the Tower, but be careful of the stairs. The stairs at Hogwarts are constantly changing; they can shift at any time," Percy patiently explained to the new students.
The walls around the stairs were covered with various portrait paintings. The biggest difference between them and ordinary portraits was that the figures in the paintings were "alive."
These portraits could not only speak but also run into the frames of other portraits, and even interact with Wizards.
The new Gryffindor students had their eyes opened, their eyes shining with excitement as they watched the moving stairs and talking portraits, full of curiosity about everything around them.
Ron was also very interested in these novel things. He had heard an interesting rumor before.
The reason portraits could move had little to do with the painter but was determined by the magical power of the Wizard in the painting. The more powerful the Wizard, the stronger the spiritual energy left behind.
Ron had an idea at this moment: he could learn some spells not found in textbooks from the legendary Wizards in the portraits. This thought alone was very interesting.
If the figures in the portraits refused to teach, Ron would paint himself and have the portrait of Ronshow the other portraits what it meant to "subdue with virtue."
The small wizards continued to climb the stairs with heavy steps, and Ron was also a little puzzled, wondering how long they would have to walk.
Just then, the people in front suddenly stopped, causing a slight commotion.
Ron looked up and saw a bundle of walking sticks floating in mid-air. Ron took a step forward, and the walking sticks all flew towards him.
"That's Peeves," Percy, the prefect, whispered to the new students. "A ghost who specializes in pranks."
Then Percy shouted, "Show yourself, or I'll call The Bloody Baron."
Suddenly, a small man with a pair of evil black eyes and a large mouth appeared in the air. He was wearing strange clothes, holding a walking stick, and cackling.
"Get away, Peeves!" Percy roared.
Peeves, however, stuck out his tongue, then threw the walking sticks at Ron, and disappeared.
Fortunately, Ron caught the walking sticks with quick reflexes, otherwise, they would have hit his head.
Oh, you dare to use such a petty trick in front of me, Ron. This grudge is settled.
Originally, he had no particular thoughts about this ghost, but didn't he just deliver himself to him?
Percy explained helplessly, "Only Dumbledore and The Bloody Baron in the entire school can subdue him, and Peeves has existed since the founding of Hogwarts. Argus Filch, the caretaker, is especially troubled by his pranks."
Seeing Ron's angry expression, Percy continued to persuade, "I advise you not to pursue this idea. Peeves' pranks are not that easy to deal with, even your two brothers are helpless against him."
Fred, standing nearby, added with a grin, "George and I haven't fully figured out Peeves' true nature. If you can really find a way to subdue him, then I'll be generous for once and give you George's wand."
When George heard this, a question mark appeared on his face, but he continued:
"Fred, why don't you just bet your own wand? But then again, I hear Peeves is getting bolder and bolder now, not even paying much attention to The Bloody Baron. In the whole school, I'm afraid only Headmaster Dumbledore can make him wary."
Harry showed an innocent expression and said bluntly:
"He's just a ghost, is he really that powerful? I firmly believe that dealing with such a ghost is a piece of cake for Ron."
Harry had witnessed Ron's extraordinary abilities firsthand on the train, so he was full of confidence in Ron's abilities.
Hermione also nodded in agreement, but her tone revealed a hint of doubt:
"However, dealing with Peeves using conventional methods seems truly tricky... After all, Peeves is a ghost, and if conventional methods were effective, the Peeves problem should have been solved long ago."
Percy cast an appreciative look at Hermione and agreed, saying:
"Hermione, you are absolutely right! So many Professors in the school, except for Professor Dumbledore, are helpless against Peeves, precisely because conventional methods simply don't work on him."
Then, Percy turned his head and said to Ron in a serious tone:
"Ron, you shouldn't dwell on this too much. Preparing for the House Cup competition and studying spells diligently are your priorities right now. It's not that I don't trust your abilities, but even so many powerful Wizards can't deal with Peeves, and you've just started school, so let's talk about this later."
Ron's damnable competitive spirit was ignited. If conventional spells were useless, then not using conventional spells would be fine, wouldn't it?
Besides, there's always a way out!
After all, he was a cultivator!
A mere ghost couldn't stump him. He would thoroughly research his "Soul Binding" and then take down Peeves in one fell swoop!
Of course, Ron also understood that this matter could not be rushed. He took note of Percy's words, knowing that settling accounts with Peeves required a long-term plan.
...
Led by Percy, after a long and complex staircase, they finally arrived at the entrance to the Gryffindorcommon room.
The entrance to Gryffindor Tower is located behind the portrait of the Fat Lady on the eighth floor of the Castle. To enter here, one must speak the correct password to the portrait.
As an older student, Percy stood confidently in front of the portrait. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "Dragon Slag." The password was accurate, and the Fat Lady's portrait immediately swung open, revealing the secret passage to the Gryffindor common room.
Inside the common room, their dormitories had already been assigned.
Ron, Harry, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas were assigned to the same dormitory.
Ron exhaled, pondering how to communicate with his new roommates...
Chapter 10 New Roommates
The Gryffindor common room was a circular room, with soft armchairs and tables arranged in a staggered fashion, and a bulletin board displaying school notices, various advertisements, and posters.
Through a window, one could see the school grounds outside, and a large fireplace occupied an entire wall.
On the walls, scarlet tapestries shimmered, embroidered with vivid patterns of Wizards, Witches, and various animals, as if narrating the mysteries of the magic world.
These patterns not only added a strong magical atmosphere to the common room but also allowed students to more deeply experience the unique charm of Gryffindor House while admiring them.
It's worth mentioning that this was also an excellent venue for celebrations. Whenever there was an important festival or a memorable moment, the Gryffindor students would gather here to raise a toast.
Similar to the style of the common room, the Gryffindor dormitories were also very spacious.
Ron stood in the dormitory, filled with emotion, and couldn't help but recall his university life in his previous incarnation—truly an unforgettable memory!
Moreover, there were three "god-sons" in the dormitory who brought him food, which was the most interesting part. Eating, drinking, and playing around with his "god-sons"—those days were truly wonderful!
Unlike his previous life, this Gryffindor dormitory had five people.
This meant Ron would have to take on one more "god-son," and thinking of this made Ron happy; it was truly good news.
If these people could help him in the future, he wouldn't be unable to pass on some methods to them.
However, this point still needed careful consideration. Imparting methods was a great responsibility, and his divine abilities and methods were still very powerful in this world; they couldn't be easily revealed.
However, Ron, as a martial arts hall master in his previous life, had deep expertise in body tempering and martial arts techniques.
Therefore, teaching his roommates some simple body tempering and martial arts techniques should be feasible.
After all, although they were Wizards, physical fitness had always been a weakness. It didn't matter to others, but if these roommates could help him defeat Lord Voldemort together in the future, their physical fitness would definitely need to be ensured.
However, teaching body tempering and martial arts techniques was not something that could be achieved overnight; it required long-term practice and cultivation.
As for his roommates, Ron would observe them carefully. Then he would gradually understand their character, potential, and willingness before deciding whether to teach them these techniques.
If his roommates weren't willing to exercise in the future, Ron could always use virtue to persuade them!
Looking at his thin body, Ron shook his head helplessly, sighed, and muttered to himself:
"Sure enough, this body is still too weak..."
Then Ron turned to look at his roommates.
Besides Harry, Ron had some understanding of the other three roommates, but he wasn't particularly familiar with them.
However, with his two lifetimes of experience, dealing with these little kids was still easy.
After a simple unpacking of their luggage, they quickly washed up, then lay on their beds and started a chat.
First was the self-introduction segment.
"Hello everyone, my name is Seamus Finnigan." A voice broke the brief silence; the first to speak was a boy with light brown hair.
As soon as Ron heard the name Seamus Finnigan, corresponding memories quickly surfaced in his mind.
He immediately remembered that this was the famous explosion genius!
Seamus would cause explosions due to mistakes when practicing various magic spells at school, and later developed a considerable talent for explosions, perhaps this was a case of 'practice makes perfect.'
Then Seamus continued:
"My mom is a Witch, and my dad is a Muggle. But my dad didn't know she was a Witch until after they got married. So, I naturally enrolled."
"Oh, by the way, I'm also a huge Quidditch fan!" Seamus's eyes sparkled with excitement. "If I get the chance in the future, I really hope to play with everyone and experience that exhilarating speed!"
After speaking, he turned to the dark-skinned boy next to him and asked curiously, "What about you? Share your story with us too."
The dark-skinned boy smiled shyly, a little hesitant to speak. He adjusted his sitting posture slightly, then softly replied:
"My name is Dean Thomas. Um... my mom is a Muggle, and my dad disappeared when I was very young; I've never known where he went."
Then Dean paused and continued:
"It wasn't until the Hogwarts owl delivered that acceptance letter that I found out my dad was actually a Wizard. To be honest, at first I was a bit surprised and a little scared, but now I've slowly accepted this fact and have started to look forward to life at Hogwarts."
Ron remembered some things: Dean's father was killed while protecting his family during Lord Voldemort's first rise. This was not merely a disappearance...
Ron didn't claim to be a righteous person, but knowing these things still touched him.
However, for Dean, these heavy past events might still be too cruel; he didn't need to bear this pain yet.
He sighed helplessly in his heart, thinking that he would let Dean discover these things slowly when he grew up.
After Dean finished speaking, the atmosphere in the dormitory became more cordial.
The round-faced, blond, slightly chubby boy sitting next to Dean couldn't help but want to share his story now.
He gently cleared his throat, with a hint of anticipation, and began his speech.
"Hello everyone, my name is Neville Longbottom." The boy's voice was slow but clear.
"I come from a pure-blood Wizard family, and both my parents are Aurors. I've always been quite fond of botany since I was little, with a strong interest in herbs. I hope to continue studying this field in depth at Hogwarts, and perhaps become an excellent Herbologist in the future."
Then, Neville's voice continued with a hint of heaviness: "When I was little, because of those evil Death Eaters, I went through some bad things. To protect me, my family kept me at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."
Listening to Neville, Ron's heart was stirred.
He clearly remembered that Neville had suffered cruel torture at the hands of the Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange, being tormented by the Crucio to the point of near madness.
That experience not only left scars on Neville's body but also severely traumatized his mind. As a result, Neville had always seemed somewhat forgetful and relatively slow to react.
Harry gently patted Neville's shoulder and comforted him, "My name is Harry Potter. Some of you might have heard some rumors about me before. Yes, when I was very young, my parents were unfortunately killed by Lord Voldemort while protecting me."
Harry paused slightly, then naturally pointed to Ron next to him, and continued to say:
"And this is our other roommate—Ron Weasley. Ron is a very smart and talented person; everyone should have remembered his name at the sorting ceremony."
The others all turned their gaze to the red-haired boy, eagerly awaiting his self-introduction.
Ron smiled slightly and waved his hand gently: "That's not true at all? I just put in a little more effort than others, there's no talent involved."
Ron gave a simple introduction and didn't say much else.
It was getting late, so after wishing each other goodnight, the dormitory fell silent.
As night gradually fell and his roommates drifted into sweet dreams, Ron lay in bed, wide awake.
His thoughts churned like a turbulent sea, constantly mulling over how to use his roommates' relationships and backgrounds to advance his plan to acquire Lord Voldemort's Horcruxes...
Chapter 11 Breakthrough, Second-Level Qi Refiner!
Outside the window, the night sky was studded with stars, and a bright moon hung high, its soft light spilling gently onto Ron's face through the window.
Ron lay on his bed, pondering his relationship with his roommates.
After their introductions and Ron's prior understanding of them, Ron's mind cleared.
"They all, more or less, harbor hatred towards Lord Voldemort; even if their personalities differ, they will at least be on the same side in the future." Ron's eyes gleamed.
Ron initially considered being a lone wolf, as incompetent teammates would only hold him back and prevent him from exerting his full strength.
However, after careful consideration, he realized there was no need for it; being able to effectively utilize the people and resources around him was also a skill.
All his connections would also become his fallback and safeguard.
Among these four roommates, Harry actually had the greatest potential, followed by Neville, and then Seamus and Dean, whose talents and abilities were relatively ordinary.
But there was no rush to train them and help them grow, as he was only at the first stage of Qi Refinement.
Fortunately, he possessed the The Great Dream Breathing Technique and the Innate Dao Body, making the improvement of his cultivation as simple as drinking water.
Ten hours of sleep must be guaranteed.
Ron gave up thinking and immediately fell into a dream.
In his dream, Ron felt the spiritual energy pouring into his body, a warm current flowing within him, nourishing his meridians and internal organs.
Ron absorbed the spiritual energy like a whale, and due to the presence of the Innate Dao Body, it continuously drew in external magic and miraculously transformed it into incredibly profound spiritual energy.
In a trance, Ron felt the entire world merge into one, clearly perceiving the flow and changes of spiritual energy.
As his cultivation continued to improve, he vaguely felt that the The Great Dream Breathing Techniquehe practiced also seemed to be undergoing some subtle changes, as if it was about to usher in a brand new advancement.
...
The next morning, around eight o'clock.
Sunlight streamed through the window's gaps onto Ron's face, and he slowly opened his eyes.
After a night of spiritual energy nourishment, he felt as if he had been reborn, his whole body brimming with vitality.
According to ancient cultivation traditions, the early morning, when the dawn glow first appears and the sky is tinged with a faint golden hue, is the perfect time to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Cultivators believe that the day's plan is in the morning, and the morning hours are crucial for cultivation.
For them, waking up at eight in the morning was already considered very late.
But Ron only needed to ensure sufficient sleep; things like "breathing in the dew and eating the morning glow" were completely unnecessary for Ron.
Ron could have gone to absorb spiritual energy early in the morning, but the thought of waking up early, which would only add trouble, already gave him a headache.
Discovering that his cultivation had improved, Ron eagerly checked his panel and found that he was now a second-stage Qi Refiner.
Just one night of cultivation had allowed him to advance a stage; Ron's heart swelled with joy, and he wondered who else in this school could match his cultivation speed?
However, the immense joy did not cloud Ron's mind; he calmly considered the potential impact this might have in the school.
According to Ron's cultivation speed, he would undoubtedly stand out among his classmates and attract more attention.
But at the same time, this could also invite unnecessary trouble and jealousy from the shadows, which did not align with Ron's cautious nature.
Making everything unfold naturally in front of the public was what Ron needed to do.
Thinking of this, Ron collected himself and noticed that his other roommates had also just woken up; after washing up, they headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
On the way, Ron briefly reviewed the class schedule.
This semester had eight subjects: Astronomy, Herbology Class, Flying, History of Magic, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Today was Monday, and the first class in the morning was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Class.
Similarly, Thursday morning was also Transfiguration Class.
Wednesday evening from seven to nine was an Astronomy class, only one session per week.
There were three Herbology Classes per week, which was Neville's best subject.
The ten-minute break after each class was also acceptable.
Moreover, there were double days off on Friday afternoon and weekends, which was simply too comfortable.
In addition, Hogwarts operated on a three-term system, with three holidays: Christmas, Easter, and the summer vacation.
Since the Gryffindor common room was on the eighth floor, it took quite a while to get to the Great Hall.
Entering the Great Hall, Ron found that breakfast had already begun; the lively chatter and the clinking of cutlery intertwined, creating a warm atmosphere.
He looked around, his gaze falling on Hermione, who was already seated.
Hermione greeted him, but her tone revealed a hint of displeasure.
"Ron! It's already past eight, and the first class is about to start, why are you only just coming for breakfast?" Hermione said, frowning.
Ron shrugged helplessly, a relaxed smile on his face.
He didn't mind Hermione's scolding, instead finding her concern somewhat cute.
"What's the rush? It's not like I won't learn it.
What's the big deal about being a few minutes late for class?" Ron replied with a smile.
Looking at the relaxed smile on Ron's face, Hermione suddenly felt her heart pound, as if a little deer was frantically bumping around.
She quickly suppressed her heartbeat, trying to feign an impatient tone to cover her inner turmoil.
"Forget it, I'm not bothering with you anymore." Hermione mumbled, giving up on persuading Ron.
She crossed her arms and turned to walk towards the classroom, her small leather shoes making crisp sounds on the floor.
However, a ripple stirred in Hermione's heart.
She tried to suppress this strange feeling, but her mind involuntarily recalled Ron's various behaviors.
Although they had only known each other for a day, for some reason, she felt like she had known this guy for a long time; he had even pranked her before.
Hmph, it seems I'll have to teach him a little lesson in the future to let him know that I'm not that easy to bully.
Watching Hermione's retreating figure, a playful smile curled on Ron's lips.
How interesting! This little girl really has quite a temper.
Heh heh, still throwing a tantrum with me, I'll have to let her know who's the boss later.
Ron withdrew his gaze and turned to the breakfast on the table.
A lavish spread filled the table: fragrant bread, golden crispy bacon, tender and delicious fried eggs, and refreshing fruit juice.
These delicacies emitted an enticing aroma, whetting Ron's appetite.
After Ron and his companions finished breakfast, his other roommates urged Ron to quicken his pace, as class was about to start.
However, Ron remained unhurried, leisurely responding:
"A hundred steps after a meal, live to ninety-nine.
You should walk slowly after eating; is class more important than good health?"
Although his roommates were still a bit anxious after hearing Ron's words, they were also influenced by his calmness and gradually slowed their steps.
Seeing this, Ron added, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet."
Although they didn't quite understand what Ron meant, his roommates gradually relaxed their minds and were no longer so anxious.
They leisurely walked to the classroom together, enjoying the morning's tranquility and beauty.
Ron smiled and nodded, "Teachable indeed."
Although Ron appeared relaxed and at ease on the surface, in reality, he was constantly calculating the class time, after all, Professor McGonagall was not easy to deal with, and if he was truly late, it would backfire.
However, Ron had already thought of a strategy to deal with this, because Ron's idea was to make the display of his strength appear natural and logical.
Late? That's just what you think!
Chapter 12 Understanding the False Form
Bathed in the soft morning sunlight, Ron and his companions finished breakfast and leisurely walked towards the Transfiguration Class classroom.
As Ron pushed open the two heavy doors, a slight creak broke the morning's tranquility.
The five of them entered the classroom to find it already full of students diligently working on their assignments.
Clearly, Transfiguration Class was about to begin, and they were the ones who were late.
Hearing the creak of the heavy doors, Draco Malfoy immediately put down his quill. He slightly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the source of the sound.
When his eyes landed on Ron and his group, a triumphant smile played on his lips.
"Haha, it seems the rumors aren't all true," Malfoy murmured, his voice full of mockery. "I thought this Weasley would be something special, but I didn't expect him to be late on the very first day of school. How disappointing."
Last night, when Malfoy witnessed Ron draw his sword, he was indeed deeply shaken.
He had never imagined that Ron would display such astonishing power, which caught him off guard and dealt a considerable blow to his self-confidence.
However, this morning, when Malfoy saw Ron was late, his mood subtly shifted.
The Ron who had once made him feel threatened now became the focus of everyone's attention, but not because of an outstanding performance, but because of the embarrassment of being late.
A strange sense of pleasure welled up in Malfoy's heart, and he regained his confidence.
He couldn't help but mock Ron internally. Although he had performed well last night, he was still an immature fellow who couldn't maintain consistency.
He looked around and noticed that other classmates had also noticed Ron and his group's arrival, casting curious or sympathetic glances. Draco puffed out his chest even more triumphantly, as if he could already see Professor McGonagall severely scolding Ron.
"Hmph, this is going to be good," he thought to himself. "Just wait and see how Professor McGonagallteaches this ignorant fellow a lesson."
The more Malfoy thought about it, the more excited he became, and an even more indescribable pleasure surged within him.
From his first meeting with Ron yesterday, he had already regarded Ron as his imaginary enemy.
Malfoy came from a noble pure-blood family, and he had been instilled with the idea that family honor was above all else since he was a child.
His family represented glory and prestige, an undeniable presence in the Wizarding World. However, just yesterday, that Ron had actually insulted his family in his words.
"How dare he?" Malfoy roared inwardly.
He couldn't imagine how someone from a humble Wizard family, a traitor among the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families, who liked to associate with Muggles, dared to point fingers at his noble family and even speak insolently.
To him, this was an unbearable insult.
However, this Ron was late for the first class with the strictest Professor McGonagall.
He began to fantasize about how he would use Ron's mistake in the coming days to constantly undermine his self-confidence and make him unable to hold his head high in front of everyone.
He seemed to have already seen Ron's scene of fading into obscurity under the mocking gazes of the crowd, which made him feel extremely satisfied.
Meanwhile, Hermione, hearing the door, also turned around and saw Ron and his group just arriving in the classroom.
Ron's face still wore that leisurely smile, as if he didn't care about being late. Seeing this, Hermioneshook her head helplessly and turned back to her homework.
Hermione's brow furrowed slightly. She truly couldn't understand why Ron was so nonchalant about school rules and discipline.
Although living in a Muggle family, Hermione had always strived to prove her worth. She excelled academically and was a good student in the teachers' eyes.
She felt that by doing so, she could cover up the prejudice against Muggle families.
The scene gently shifted, and Ron in the center of the classroom became the focus of everyone's attention.
Harry nervously tugged at his sleeve, his face full of embarrassment, and whispered, "Oh no... Ron, I think we're late."
Ron, however, was not greatly affected. He casually glanced around, his face still wearing that calm and composed smile. He didn't feel as uneasy as Harry, but rather seemed quite calm.
"Oh, it's fine. It's just being a little late, what's the big deal?" Ron responded easily.
His other roommates looked at Ron like this, feeling a bit helpless, but also curious about how Ronwould handle it.
Directly opposite Ron was the podium, where a black and white tabby cat was crouched. Its eyes were sharp and deep, with patterns cleverly outlined around them, resembling spectacle frames.
Hey, isn't this Professor McGonagall's Animagus form?
Ron suddenly remembered a saying: Gryffindor, courage above all! Our Dean, can turn into a cat! (≧∇≦)
He had always been very curious about Animagus, a term that refers to a Wizard who can transform into a specific animal while retaining their magic power.
An Animagus cannot transform into any animal at will, and the animal they transform into is related to the Wizard's personality and weight. Generally, each person can only transform into one animal.
Moreover, Animagus transformation is usually limited to non-magical creatures. Transforming into a magical creature (such as a Phoenix, Dragon, or Hippogriff) will bring unpredictable consequences.
Seeing Ron, the tabby cat leaped forward, its body tracing an elegant arc in the air.
Immediately after, a slight magical fluctuation rippled out, and the tabby cat's form gradually dissipated, replaced by Professor McGonagall's familiar figure. She resumed her usual stern demeanor.
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying. Observing Animagus transformation, you have learned the basic stage of the Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations: False Form."]
[False Form: Allows for physical transformation. The basic stage can transform into a Green Dragonform. More forms can be unlocked as your cultivation improves.]
The majestic and domineering image of a Green Dragon began to appear in Ron's mind: shimmering scales, towering Dragon horns, capable of stirring clouds and rain, looking down upon the world.
Huh? Ron was a bit stunned. He could unlock the Green Dragon form at the basic stage. What if he advanced to Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, or even Nascent Soul? What then?!
Didn't they say Animagus could only transform into non-magical creatures? But his "False Form" could transform into a Green Dragon right from the start, which meant Animagus was simply not good enough in his presence!
If he told this to anyone, they probably wouldn't believe it. This had already broken the limits of human cognition!!!
Wait, was there a mention of the Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations just now?
Holy crap!? Ron couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. This surprise was countless times more intense than just acquiring the "False Form" divine ability.
Ron, having read ancient and modern books, naturally knew what the Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations were.
According to what was written in the books, if one mastered all Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations, the realm achieved could truly be world-shaking.
The books recorded, "Above, one can ascend clouds; below, one can shrink the earth. At the touch of a finger, mountains split and walls crack; with a breath, stones roll and sand flies..."
According to this development trend, the more he learned, the more he would unlock all of the Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations!
"Mr. Weasley, does being late make you this happy?" Looking at Ron's expression, Professor McGonagall was a bit angry. Her words interrupted Ron's thoughts.
Ron made up an excuse and replied, "No, I was saying your transformation is truly amazing, and I want to learn it too. I'm happy about the new knowledge I'm about to acquire."
"Thank you for your assessment, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall replied. Then she changed her tone, "Perhaps I should turn you and Mr. Potter into a pocket watch. That way, the people in your dormitory can be punctual."
These words immediately caused a stir below the stage.
Students whispered to each other, some with astonished faces, others covering their mouths to giggle.
Among them, Malfoy and others looked at Ron with schadenfreude, eager to see how he would make a fool of himself in front of everyone.
Ron was keenly aware of the ridicule from below and Professor McGonagall's anger.
He knew that although the situation was tense, it was an excellent opportunity to demonstrate his abilities.
He smiled slightly, a plan already formed in his mind, ready to take control of the entire situation in the coming moments.
Chapter 13 Professor McGonagall, How Should You Respond?
When Professor McGonagall appeared before everyone with a stern expression, accompanied by her serious tone, the atmosphere in the classroom instantly became solemn.
Except for Ron, the other four lowered their heads.
Their faces were full of apology, not daring to meet Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze, fearing that her all-seeing eyes would penetrate their inner fear and unease.
They were terrified.
Ron appeared indifferent to all the discussion and accusations; there was no trace of guilt on his face.
He just stood there quietly, his eyes revealing a sense of composure and confidence.
Ron thought to himself, 'Keep talking; the more you say, the more flaws you'll reveal.'
He knew that Professor McGonagall was currently in a state of wanting to establish her authority; she wanted to maintain order in the classroom and, even more, to uphold her dignity and authority.
Ron understood Professor McGonagall's thoughts, and he also knew that overemphasizing prestige and dignity often caused people to lose objectivity and calmness.
Therefore, he did not rush to refute or explain but chose to remain still and wait patiently for the right moment.
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Professor McGonagall's anger intensified.
"Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice, her tone full of displeasure, "I know the Sorting Hat praised you for your amazing talent, but talent isn't everything. Don't think that just because you can pull out the gryffindor sword, it means you can easily master every subject."
Harry pinched Ron's sleeve, signaling him to lower his head, but Ron remained unmoved.
He knew Ron was powerful, but Harry wasn't sure exactly how strong. However, no matter how powerful he was, he shouldn't argue with a Professor.
Listening to Professor McGonagall's reprimand of Ron, a sense of triumph welled up in Malfoy's heart.
He thought to himself, "That's right, what's so great about talent? Besides, can your talent compare to mine?"
Malfoy had always been quite conceited about his abilities; he was, after all, born into the House of Malfoy.
He noticed Harry and the others lowering their heads, looking embarrassed, and felt even more that his own views had been validated.
These people were all from ordinary families, and some even had Muggles in their homes. Being in the same school as these people was truly an insult to his noble bloodline.
However, when Malfoy's gaze turned to Ron, he felt a little puzzled.
Ron's face still showed indifference, as if Professor McGonagall's reprimand had no effect on him.
Malfoy thought, "What's wrong with this guy? Doesn't he know what his problem is? Or does he simply not care what others think?"
Malfoy turned to his lackey, Goyle, beside him, frowning slightly, and whispered, "Look at his expression; doesn't he know the mistake he made?"
Goyle glanced at Ron, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and replied, "I think he's just given up, haha."
Crabbe, another lackey, sat nearby, listening to their conversation, and nodded in agreement.
The three of them were students from Slytherin, and seeing Gryffindor students in trouble, they were naturally happy to see it happen.
When Professor McGonagall lectured Ron, Hermione did feel a hint of satisfaction.
She felt Ron deserved such a scolding; after all, his study attitude certainly needed improvement.
However, as Professor McGonagall's scolding grew more severe, Hermione's initial satisfaction gradually gave way to worry and discomfort; she feared that Ron would lose confidence because of Professor McGonagall's reprimand.
When Hermione's gaze turned to Ron again, he still acted as if nothing had happened, as if Professor McGonagall's scolding had nothing to do with him.
What surprised Hermione even more was that Ron even winked at her, an expression that seemed to carry a hint of mischief.
Hermione couldn't help but freeze; her worry and discomfort were instantly replaced by an inexplicable emotion.
She muttered to herself, "What's going on? I worried about this guy for nothing." She felt like a fool for worrying about Ron.
Seeing the commotion among the students below caused by Ron, Professor McGonagall frowned, her voice becoming even sterner as she continued:
"Quiet! My Transfiguration Class is rigorous and solemn; no one is allowed to be late. Transfiguration is one of the most dangerous and complex subjects, requiring your full concentration and reverence. Every mistake can lead to unpredictable consequences; therefore, I demand that each of you strictly adhere to classroom discipline."
With that, Professor McGonagall's gaze turned to Ron, her eyes revealing clear reproach: "Mr. Weasley, as a member of Gryffindor, you should understand the importance of respecting the classroom, shouldn't you?"
Ron was delighted, thinking to himself, 'That's right, I was waiting for you to say that. Now you've stepped into the trap you set for yourself.'
He smiled slightly, nodded in agreement, and then systematically countered:
"Professor McGonagall, your words are indeed very true! However, regarding my being late, I'd like to clarify. We weren't actually late; we arrived in the classroom one minute before class started. So, strictly speaking, we didn't violate classroom rules. On the contrary, your lecture caused the class time to be delayed."
As he spoke, he pointed to the clock, and at that moment, it had just passed nine o'clock by one minute.
Professor McGonagall was a bit at a loss for words; she had indeed not paid attention to the time just now and had mistakenly assumed class had started when she saw the students were mostly seated.
He paused, then continued:
"As for the importance of observing classroom discipline that you mentioned, I completely understand. Indeed, observing discipline helps prevent mistakes. But what I want to tell you is, if I can guarantee that I won't make any mistakes at all, then aren't these rules meaningless for me? After all, you yourself said that you set rules to prepare for learning."
A glint flashed in Ron's eyes, and he continued:
"One last thing, I'd like to make a bet with you, for a copy of 'Advanced Transfiguration Guide'! If I can guarantee that my Transfiguration Class grade is the best in the class, and my roommates can also guarantee to be at the top of the class, then how will you respond?"
The 'Advanced Transfiguration Guide' was a textbook needed by sixth and seventh-year students; it would be difficult for first-year Ron to obtain this book, so he needed to make this bet.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Malfoy scoffed impatiently, his eyes wide, and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Ron, do you think Transfiguration is child's play?"
Hermione also felt puzzled by Ron's words; she frowned slightly, wondering where Ron's confidence came from.
She remembered that Ron's performance in Charms was indeed excellent, but that didn't mean he could achieve the same in Transfiguration.
Professor McGonagall was in a difficult position; Ron's words were well-reasoned and flawless, with no discernible errors in emotion or logic.
If she objected, it would undoubtedly be a slap in her own face. Ron's words were not false; they indeed were not late, and he also said he could guarantee zero mistakes, though Professor McGonagall didn't believe that at all.
When Professor McGonagall herself was learning, she often made many mistakes, such as frequently causing matches to explode when trying to turn them into needles.
But if she agreed, wouldn't her authority be challenged? After all, as a Professor, she needed to maintain classroom discipline and rules.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Professor McGonagall decided to play along, and she said:
"Very well, Mr. Weasley, seeing how confident you are, we'll see the results in next month's pop quiz. I look forward to seeing your excellent performance, but before that, you should go prepare for class. I want to see if you can achieve zero mistakes in this class."
Ron, along with Harry and his other roommates, slowly walked down from the podium and returned to the Gryffindor seats.
He casually sat next to Hermione, a smile on his face.
However, after his other roommates took their seats, they still looked worried and distressed.
Didn't Ron's words make them even more uncomfortable? They felt that Ron's confidence seemed a bit too blind; Transfiguration was not that easy to master.
Ron ignored his roommates' emotions; after all, Transfiguration Class had already started, and he needed to study hard.
He wanted to show the Professor and the other students his strength, to let them witness what it meant to be truly impressive.
Chapter 14 Why doesn't anyone know this?
After the small interlude, Transfiguration Class began, and Professor McGonagall resumed her serious teaching demeanor.
She had originally intended to establish her authority in the first class, but Ron's words were impeccable, and the rules she herself had stated became her stumbling block, putting her in an extremely awkward position.
Ron claimed he could cast spells with zero errors, which Professor McGonagall completely disbelieved.
As a Professor and Deputy Dean, she couldn't directly accuse Ron of being wrong in front of the students.
As a teacher, one should give students sufficient self-confidence and not easily dampen their enthusiasm; this is one of Hogwarts's rules.
Thus, Professor McGonagall could only suppress her anger deep down.
She wasn't in a hurry to properly reprimand him until Ron made a mistake in his spellcasting.
At the podium, Professor McGonagall waved her hand gently, and text appeared on the blackboard—it was the famous Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration.
Gamp's Law of Transfiguration has five tenets, each a cornerstone of Transfiguration, unshakeable like ironclad laws.
Among them, the most well-known is the Transfiguration rule concerning food—food cannot be conjured directly through Transfiguration.
In short, Transfiguration only changes form; it cannot change the essence of an object.
The small wizards eagerly wielded their quills, their tips scratching across the paper, recording every detail Professor McGonagall explained.
Among these busy small wizards, Ron stood out.
He gently stroked his chin, his gaze deep as he stared at the words on the blackboard, pondering the deeper meaning behind these laws.
Ron had felt there were bugs in these laws when he read the original novel, for example, spells like enlargement, shrinking, and duplication seemed to violate the definition of Transfiguration.
"You have inverse comprehension, reading Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, deepening your understanding of Transfiguration, and realizing you can gradually fill in the magic gaps."
Interesting!
This world seemed much more complex than he had imagined; these so-called "magic gaps" might just be his opportunity, Ron mused.
Suddenly, Hermione pinched his waist and said fiercely, "Why aren't you taking notes? Hurry up and write them down."
Ron was caught off guard by the sudden action; he turned his head to look at Hermione.
He saw her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes wide, and her lips slightly upturned, like a little white rabbit baring its fangs and claws, cute yet a bit fierce.
Ron, helpless, could only give a wry smile and say, "Alright, alright, Miss Hermione, I'll write, isn't that enough?"
Hermione smiled sweetly, "That's more like it!"
Ron calmly raised his wand, aimed it at the quill lying quietly on the desk, and softly chanted a spell.
Immediately, he cast a "Scribing Charm" on the quill. The quill, as if endowed with life, flew lightly, automatically recording the lecture content explained by Professor McGonagall on the notebook pages.
This made Hermione's eyes sparkle; she had learned this spell before, but had never succeeded despite several attempts.
What Hermione didn't expect was that Ron had already comprehended the "Scribing Charm," a low-level magic, on his own when he read "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1."
Perhaps the "Scribing Charm" could be further upgraded; the essence of this magic actually tests one's mastery of details.
Yes, that's a good idea; I'll study it thoroughly when I have time.
...
The basic theories of Transfiguration, for many small wizards, seemed quite dry and dull, gradually eroding their initial yearning and enthusiasm for the magical world.
The once curious classroom now became incredibly dull, the small wizards' eyes began to glaze over, and one by one they started to doze off.
Seeing this, Professor McGonagall felt a bit helpless and decided to show off a little.
Professor McGonagall gently waved her wand, and a mysterious magical power instantly permeated the air.
As her wand moved, the ordinary desk in front of her suddenly began to change; the desk actually transformed into a living pig, which blinked its round eyes, curiously observing everything around it.
The small wizards' eyes widened, as if they had witnessed some incredible miracle, and they watched the adorable little pig in disbelief. The once dull classroom was filled with wonder and excitement.
After a brief silence, exclamations rose in a tide. Some small wizards stared intently at the pig, while others turned their gaze to Professor McGonagall, their faces showing a mix of admiration and curiosity.
Only Ron remained calm, his expression indifferent; all of this was within his expectations.
While taking notes earlier, he had already grasped most of the tricks of Transfiguration, and he felt no ripple of surprise at Professor McGonagall's childish display.
Professor McGonagall smiled as she looked at the curious small wizards before her:
"Since you are all so interested in Transfiguration, today's class assignment will be to transform a match into a needle. I have already explained the method in detail during the theoretical lesson just now."
In fact, the goal for the entire month's lessons was to transform a match into a needle, and Professor McGonagall did not expect students to succeed in a single class.
The start of Transfiguration is precisely from transforming inanimate objects into inanimate objects, gradually mastering the essence of Transfiguration.
The small wizards below let out a helpless groan.
They were all new students who had just started school not long ago, and it was difficult for them to master intricate magical techniques.
Not to mention Transfiguration, a subject that requires rich imagination, strong willpower, and a deep understanding of theoretical knowledge, which was even more difficult for them.
Some small wizards hadn't paid much attention during the class earlier, just buried their heads in note-taking.
Professor McGonagall handed out the matches, and everyone began to try. Ron sat among the crowd, not drawing any attention.
Practice began.
The small wizards eagerly raised their wands, ready to show off their skills.
They murmured incantations, trying to transfer their magic power to the tip of their wands. As magicpower was continuously injected, the tip of the wand gradually emitted a pale white glow.
However, when the small wizards waved their wands, attempting to transfigure the matches, they found that things were far from as simple as they had imagined. Most people's matches remained motionless under the waving of their wands, let alone undergoing any change.
The small wizards couldn't help but frown, their hearts filled with confusion and frustration.
They recalled the scene when Professor McGonagall demonstrated earlier, thinking it looked quite simple. But when it came to hands-on practice, they found the intricacies to be far more complex than imagined.
Not only did they have to recite the correct incantation, but they also had to clearly imagine the transformation process from match to needle in their minds, and at the same time, accurately apply their magic power, which was quite difficult.
Ron looked at the people around him, thinking, "Why can't everyone do such a simple spell?"
Seamus Finnigan raised his wand, and when he waved it down, an explosion occurred.
"Sizzle!"
The smell of sulfur came, and his match had turned into a pile of ashes.
He truly lived up to his reputation as the famous "Explosion Genius"!
Professor McGonagall smiled slightly; she saw this scene every year and was not surprised.
She walked up to Ron and said, "Mr. Weasley, what about your zero errors? Aren't you going to demonstrate it to everyone?"
Ron chuckled, confidently saying, "Alright, I'll give it a try."
Chapter 15 Super High School Level Transformation
As Professor McGonagall and Ron's conversation unfolded, the once noisy classroom instantly fell silent, and all the students, as if by prior agreement, turned their gaze towards the two of them.
A tense and expectant atmosphere filled the classroom; they all wanted to know what this small wizards, who had just boasted so loudly, would do when faced with such a difficult Transfiguration.
So far, the small wizards had been practicing for a full ten minutes.
However, their results were not satisfactory. Despite everyone trying their best, most small wizardscould only barely make a few tiny changes to their matchsticks. Throughout the classroom, faint white lights flickered everywhere, yet they appeared so weak.
Malfoy sat in the front row of the classroom, his face looking rather grim.
He had just exerted all his strength, barely managing to make a slight glow appear at the tip of his wand, only to accidentally blast the matchstick into smithereens. Now, his face was flushed red.
He gritted his teeth and glared at Ron, filled with defiance: "I'd like to see what moves you can pull off?"
Goyle, his henchman sitting nearby, immediately chimed in, "Boss, you're right. Even you, the pride of the House of Malfoy, couldn't cast it. I bet this kid can't even make his wand glow." A smug smile appeared on his face.
Malfoy nodded, a sneer playing on his lips:
"That's right, I think this kid is just all talk. The Sorting Hat saying he has magic talent, maybe he even rigged that. I don't think he has any real skill, he's just putting on an act here."
Meanwhile, Hannah, the "Iron Hat King," looked anxious.
She kept poking her matchstick with her wand, almost tearing it apart, but the matchstick only barely reacted. She was still far from success!
Hannah's wide, watery eyes were fixed on Ron. Her heart was filled with anticipation and curiosity, hoping to find some inspiration from Ron's magic to unravel the mystery of Transfiguration.
Up until now, her impression of Ron was still a bit hazy; she wasn't sure if he was truly strong or not.
On the way to school, she had witnessed Ron perform "Lumos," and at that moment, she thought Ronwas quite impressive.
However, in daily life, Ron's behavior made her feel somewhat unpredictable; he wasn't the kind of well-behaved, studious student she had imagined. This contradiction filled her with curiosity about Ron, making her want to understand him better.
All eyes in the classroom were focused on Ron; he had become the center of attention.
However, Ron remained unaffected. His expression was calm, his eyes like a deep, tranquil spring.
Ron took a deep breath, activating the spiritual energy within his body. The spiritual energy, like tiny streams, slowly guided from his Dantian, circulated along his meridians, and finally gathered in his hand.
As the spiritual energy gathered, Ron's palm began to feel slightly warm, and a powerful force was building up, ready to be unleashed.
Then, he lightly waved his magic wand, and the spiritual energy gathered in his hand instantly surged into the wand. The tip of the wand immediately erupted with an even more dazzling white light, a brilliant glow, like the brightest star in the night sky.
Within that light, a profound and mysterious power seemed to be hidden, powerful and majestic, inspiring involuntary awe.
The other small wizards all turned their gaze to Ron, their faces filled with surprise and curiosity.
How incredible this was! The brilliance and power of that light had exceeded their imagination.
Some small wizards even opened their mouths wide, forgetting to close them, their eyes wide with shock, completely awestruck by that dazzling beam of light.
A strong feeling of envy surged in their hearts, along with a slight sense of loss at the gap between themselves and Ron.
It should be known that when they had cast magic before, the largest light they could produce was only the size of a pinky finger, not even a tenth of Ron's.
What they didn't know was, how could the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the bright moon!
Even the usually composed Professor McGonagall felt a bit shocked at this moment.
She knew the power of that light, and she knew she could produce an even more dazzling light.
However, she clearly remembered that when she was Ron's age, she simply couldn't reach such a high level!
This single beam of light was something many small wizards couldn't achieve in several semesters!
Perhaps this child could truly achieve zero errors in Transfiguration Class!
Professor McGonagall suppressed her excitement; she wanted to see what surprises Ron would bring her next.
At the same time, she felt a slight pang of guilt for having criticized Ron earlier, a feeling of guilt she rarely experienced as a teacher.
Malfoy looked at the brilliant light in Ron's hand, and though surprised in his heart, he refused to back down verbally.
He snorted coldly, saying disdainfully, "Putting on a show!"
But it was clear that his voice betrayed a hint of unease, and he stared intently at the matchstick in front of Ron.
As the dazzling light slowly receded, like a star quietly falling in the night sky, a vast and profound magical aura suddenly condensed around Ron.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Suddenly, a subtle and rapid vibrating sound arose, and the matchstick in front of Ron began to tremble wildly.
This trembling was not chaotic, but followed a mysterious rhythm, as if an invisible force was silently driving it.
A layer of recondite light gradually appeared on the surface of the matchstick; these lights flickered in the dimly lit classroom, placing the matchstick within a hazy illusion.
Malfoy stretched his neck, his eyes fixed on the matchstick, trying to see through that layer of recondite light.
The light made it seem as if a mist had fallen over his eyes, blurring his vision.
He tried hard to discern the changes in the matchstick, but the harder he tried, the more indistinct the scene became.
As the light on the matchstick's surface pulsed, black and white colors gradually emerged, like two swimming fish darting through a sea of light.
Malfoy didn't understand the meaning of these black and white colors, but he could feel the power contained within them. His heart began to clench tighter, and an instinctive sense of tension spread through him.
Just as Malfoy's tension reached its peak, the light on the matchstick's surface suddenly began to dissipate. The black and white lights gradually faded...
As the light dissipated, the entire classroom was once again enveloped in dim lighting, returning to its previous tranquility.
After this brief silence, Malfoy suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at Ron and saying triumphantly:
"I told you so, this kid can't transform it. Look at the matchstick in front of him, it hasn't changed at all, it's exactly the same as before!"
Malfoy had been staring intently at the matchstick in front of Ron, afraid of missing even the slightest change.
When he repeatedly confirmed that the matchstick had indeed not changed after the light dissipated, the tension and apprehension in his heart finally vanished, replaced by an uncontrollable joy.
He turned his head, nudging the two lackeys sitting beside him—Goyle and Crabbe—and said in a provocative tone:
"Look, look, this is a Weasley Family person. I thought they had so much power? Is this all? Is this it?!"
Goyle and Crabbe ignored Malfoy's words; their gazes were fixed blankly in Ron's direction, like two wooden stumps.
Malfoy found it a bit strange; these two guys usually loved to join him in mocking others, so why were they acting so dull today when Ron was making a fool of himself?
Pansy, a Slytherin student sitting behind him, suddenly tapped Malfoy's shoulder with a trembling voice and whispered:
"You've lost your mind, haven't you? Look carefully around you again."
Malfoy chuckled dismissively, continuing his taunt: "Look carefully at what? I think Ron is just a..."
However, he stopped abruptly before he could finish his sentence.
Malfoy froze on the spot, his heart filled only with an indescribable panic, and a single thought echoed repeatedly in his mind: "How is this possible?"
Chapter 16 Showing Strength
Malfoy's face was somewhat distorted with shock.
His face went from pale to flushed, with two patches of red dancing on his cheeks, giving his handsome face a sickly blush.
Previously immersed in the joy of self-satisfaction, his mood at this moment was as if doused with sudden ice water, chilling him from head to toe.
Malfoy looked around, surprised to find the entire classroom had fallen into an eerie silence.
He realized that apart from himself, who was still chattering, not a single person in the entire classroom was making a sound.
All eyes were, without prior agreement, focused on Ron, as if drawn by an invisible force.
Time froze at this moment.
Malfoy clearly saw a complete matchstick in front of Ron, but a gleaming silver needle had appeared out of thin air in front of every Gryffindor student!
They shimmered with dazzling light, lying quietly on the desktops, showcasing their sharp edges to the world.
This meant that in that brief moment, Ron had not only successfully completed Transfiguration, turning a matchstick into a silver needle, but he had also managed to control so many matchsticks to undergo this change simultaneously!
Such power and skill far exceeded Malfoy's and everyone else's imagination and comprehension.
Lies don't hurt, the truth is a sharp knife!
The sharpness of the silver needle, like a keen blade, deeply pierced Malfoy's heart.
At that instant, he felt an unprecedented sting, and he stood frozen as if struck by lightning.
His brain instantly fell into a state of confusion, his thoughts like leaves swept by a gale, unable to coalesce into any meaningful idea.
The scene before his eyes, the words in his ears, all became blurry and distant, as if he were in an absurd and bizarre dream.
He could not accept this cruel reality, could not accept that his long-held pride had been utterly shattered, and that Ron was just a seemingly insignificant member of the Weasley Family.
He covered his face with his hands, wanting to escape it all, wanting to erase those incredible images from his mind. He mumbled to himself, 'This is impossible, this is impossible...'
Every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with helplessness.
Ron quietly watched everyone's reactions, a sense of helplessness rising within him.
He had only intended to simply demonstrate Transfiguration, and he hadn't expected it to cause such a sensation.
Ron thought, 'Did I overdo it this time? Why are all the small wizards staring at me motionless?'
He shook his head, a wry smile on his face.
Ron hadn't deliberately tried to show off; he just hadn't realized his power was so strong.
He had initially only intended to turn one matchstick into a silver needle, but in the process of casting the spell, he suddenly had an impulse to try a more difficult Transfiguration.
As Ron slowly guided his spiritual energy into his wand, he suddenly felt an unprecedented clarity.
This spiritual energy merged with him; he could perceive its existence with greater subtlety, every minute flow under his control.
This feeling was like standing on a mountaintop, looking down at everything below, with everything within his grasp.
'I am the direction, I am fortune and misfortune; all things in the four directions, I am the only one.'
Ron silently recited this phrase, seeming to find a rhythm that resonated with heaven and earth.
He felt himself merge with his surroundings, as if he had become the master of this small world, controlling all fortune and misfortune.
However, this feeling lasted for less than a single breath before quickly disappearing.
Ron frowned slightly, feeling a bit regretful, but he continued to cast the spell.
'So this is what it feels like to be at the second stage of Qi Refinement,' Ron murmured to himself, a satisfied smile on his face.
He clearly felt his strength increase from casting the spell, but he wondered, 'Why is my spell different from yours?'
Ron hadn't expected that casting a simple Transfiguration spell would cause such a stir, but now it seemed he had gone a bit overboard.
Especially the swimming black and white fish he had seen earlier; Ron was also filled with shock when he saw them.
Aren't these the legendary Yin-Yang fish? Why would they appear in his spell?
The only explanation Ron could think of at the moment was that the cultivation systems of the East and West were different.
His spiritual energy was purer, which triggered some subtle natural phenomena.
Ron turned his head and saw that the people around him were still dumbfounded, clearly not having recovered yet.
Hermione was looking at him with eyes sparkling with little stars, and Ron felt a chill run down his spine.
He recalled that when Hermione had tried Transfiguration earlier, she had turned a matchstick into a wooden needle, which was already very good compared to the others who had made no progress at all.
Seeing Hermione staring at him intently, Ron quickly comforted her:
'Hermione, don't look at me like that. Compared to me, you're actually only a tiny bit off.'
Yes, just a tiny bit...
Upon hearing Ron's words, Hermione hastily averted her gaze and lowered her head, a shy expression on her face.
She felt a bit embarrassed, recalling her earlier behavior in the Great Hall urging Ron to go to class; in retrospect, it did seem a bit presumptuous.
Hermione didn't know where she got the courage to urge Ron to go to class at that time.
Ron's gaze shifted to Harry, who also looked completely stunned. Although his level of shock was slightly less than those around him, the surprise in his eyes was undisguised.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, 'Dude, how are you so fierce?'
His smile was quickly replaced by a surge of euphoria.
Thinking that with Ron's added strength, dealing with Lord Voldemort would undoubtedly have greater assurance, Harry's fighting spirit also ignited. He couldn't just slack off anymore!
Harry showed a simple, somewhat dazed smile, laughing foolishly.
Ron looked at his smile, a bit bewildered, not knowing what he was laughing about.
Ron's other roommates' reactions were no better. They had also witnessed Ron drawing his sword in the Great Hall earlier, but they hadn't paid too much attention at the time.
Now, witnessing Ron's display of such advanced magic in class, they were truly enlightened and gained a whole new understanding of Ron's abilities.
When Ron saw Malfoy's expression, Ron was thoroughly amused.
'Young Master, you look so clearly disheartened. If you stay like this, how will I explain it to your parents?'
Even the usually composed Professor McGonagall couldn't conceal her surprise at this moment.
After a minute or two, the small wizards slowly recovered from their shock, but they remained silent, completely stunned.
Ron secretly mused that he would have to give an explanation later.
He didn't know if everyone would accept his explanation, but he had to keep the fact that he could cultivate immortal arts a secret.
However, Ron had already thought of a reason.