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Being mocked, Hofa's face darkened. Picked up wand. Tapped small wooden block lightly. Pictured wooden sword in mind.
Magic flowed from wand. Hofa controlled it mentally, infusing into wood. Instantly—strange feeling. Like grabbing clay from thin air.
Under magic's influence, wood became extremely malleable.
So that's it. Purpose and structure.
Hofa understood. Closed eyes directly. In mind, visualized gleaming sharp blade.
Wood began stretching under mental control. Longer, longer, then flatter.
During transformation, Hofa frowned.
Not right. Not enough detail. Just blade doesn't make sword.
Carefully thought about hilt's shape. Guard's shape.
Above desk, small wooden sword became realistic. First just rough shape. Slowly, patterns on hilt carved themselves out.
Miranda whispered admiration. Aglaia muttered disdainfully, "He's got some skill..."
Finishing carving, Hofa opened eyes. Looking at small sword—little joy on face.
Miranda exclaimed, "You did it! Amazing!"
Hofa shook head. Closed eyes again. Something felt wrong.
Wanted to become Animagus. Just turning wood into wooden sword? Completely insufficient!
What difference from molding clay into clay sword? Wooden sword's essence still wood. No change. Not magical. Not miraculous.
Essence, transformation, goal.
Dumbledore's keywords spun in head.
Wrong. Sword should be iron. Sword's purpose—killing. Wooden sword just toy.
Hofa concentrated mind. Immersed completely in wooden sword. Trying to sense more details.
Didn't work. Mind could feel every fiber but couldn't sense wood's essence. Much less change it.
Not enough mental power?
Brow furrowed. Suddenly thought of Milarepa's Meditation Method. Meditation enhanced mental power.
Opened eyes. Looked around. Everyone struggled with wood. Nobody cared about corner.
Emptied mind. Closed eyes. Entered meditation.
Mental power multiplied under meditation. If wanted, could sense entire classroom without eyes.
But didn't. All mental power immersed in wooden sword. Exploring wood's essence.
Powerful mental energy like spider's web. Seeped into wooden sword thread by thread. Mental power carried magic through fibers, through cells, through cell nuclei, to essence of organic matter.
Like thunderous boom echoing in head.
Black-white world burst into color. Seemed to enter another dimension. Countless tiny particles rotated, changed around him. Endless colors recombined, scattered.
Magic carried Hofa through completely unknown world. New world belonging to Transfiguration opened. Felt joy. Felt power to control nearly everything!
Yes, exactly like this!
...
Real world. Wooden sword exploded into powder. Completely dissipated in air.
Miranda's expression grew serious.
Aglaia showed smug smile. Idiot made sword disappear!
Classroom. Dumbledore correcting student errors at podium. Suddenly whipped head toward corner.
Very strong mental power appeared!
Across classroom, Tom Riddle frowned. Sensed something.
Dumbledore dropped what he was doing. Strode toward corner. Everyone's eyes followed.
Reached corner. Saw Hofa with eyes closed.
Next second, Hofa raised wand.
In air, threads of crystalline metallic light appeared.
Under shocked gazes—
Metallic light rapidly arranged, combined. Formed blade, guard, hilt.
Dumbledore's blue eyes widened suddenly.
Gleaming blade proved—completely metal sword, not wooden sword.
Miranda's mouth dropped open.
Aglaia's face went white. Slammed hand on desk. Stood up.
Surrounding students turned heads. Watching miraculous scene.
Had no idea what was happening. Just saw metal sword appear from nothing.
But Dumbledore knew. Boy before him actually changed essence of matter!
Transformation complete. Hofa opened eyes—pale face, eyes full of joy. Grabbed sharp small sword.
Did it! Used Transfiguration to change matter's essence. This was magic!
Dumbledore applauded sincerely. Soon, surrounding students followed. Didn't know why, but felt impressive.
Tom Marvolo stood. Brow furrowed, staring at Ravenclaw table. Murmured in disbelief, "Hofa...!?"
Immersed in joy, Hofa startled by applause. Looked up. Somehow people surrounded him. Clapped in shock.
What's going on? Isn't this basic?
Dumbledore pulled Hofa up without explanation. Looked at him like rare treasure. Seized small sword, held high. Said admiringly:
"Exceeded expectations! Hofa! I've never seen first-year do this. Outstanding. Last person who could transform like this—Nicolas Flamel over 500 years ago. Fifty points to Ravenclaw."
So pleased, didn't examine other students' work.
Infuriated Aglaia. Moment class ended, stormed out. Threw wooden tree sculpture in trash.
After class, Hofa wanted leaving. Dumbledore stopped him.
"Wait, Hofa."
Hofa stopped. Crowd walked past. Ravenclaw classmates excitedly patted shoulder. Encouraging words. But saw Tom Riddle pass with dark expression. Brushing shoulders, heard barely audible words.
"Really impressive, Hofa."
Everyone left. Dumbledore pointed at desk. Hofa sat, confused.
Dumbledore looked at earring. Smiled. "Got along well with goblin."
Thinking of Indor, scratched head. "Not bad. Just can't take off."
"Why take off? Friend's gift."
Dumbledore pulled chair. Sat. Interlaced fingers. Expression grew serious.
"What you just did—very dangerous. Know that?"
Hofa's heart skipped. Didn't understand.
Dumbledore handed sword back. Said seriously, "Can you turn sword back?"
Hofa stared at wooden sword. Sensed. Face went pale. Knew why Dumbledore kept him. Understood metal atomic structure but not tree structure. Couldn't change back.
Dumbledore folded arms. Said softly, "Caution, Hofa. Caution. Seen too many gifted masters not cautious enough.
You have powerful mental gifts. But remember—change structure, not essence. Ecstasy and impulse transformation brings can make people lose themselves.
In my view, you completed irreversible transformation. If target wasn't wood but yourself? You'd be completely lost."
Hofa looked at sharp blue eyes. Didn't know what to say.
Dumbledore straightened. Tapped metal sword with wand.
Metal sword slowly became small wooden block.
"Remember, true master must not only turn stone to gold but also gold to stone."
Dumbledore's words frightened Hofa long time. Walking out, back still covered cold sweat.
Indeed, moment completing transformation, nearly overwhelmed by joy. Even felt becoming Animagus within reach.
But now seemed Transfiguration journey still very, very long.
Other classmates didn't know about warning. All discussed—Ravenclaw had student skilled in Transfiguration. Ravenclaw students treated Hofa like hero. Though Goshawk deducted seventy points, Dumbledore added fifty. Points roughly canceled out.
But unlike others, Aglaia's attitude toward Hofa grew increasingly hostile.
No matter when, only gave sour face.
Tuesday Herbology—deliberately switched fungal plant with Devil's Snare. Wanted embarrassment. Fortunately, Hufflepuff Head Herbert Beery reminded in time. Otherwise, terrible plant might've torn off nose.
Wednesday Astronomy—publicly mocked loudly. Confused Ganymede and Europa.
Hofa figured girl never suffered setbacks. Suddenly encountering blow, held grudge. But more she acted, more Hofa ignored. Treated like clown.
Attended classes during day. Night—meditated in common room's breeze.
Spare time—library. Searching for Disillusionment Charm methods.
Unfortunately, lower-year areas quite limited. Only basic theory textbooks. No specific spell books.
Without invisibility method, couldn't explore Hogwarts freely.
But Hofa wasn't anxious. Had plenty time. If not for Aglaia constantly irritating, would think Hogwarts life too perfect.
Calm lasted until Thursday.
Thursday had Flying lesson.
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