Hermione was startled, she stood up and looked around, then let out a sigh of relief and chuckled, "Harry, stop messing around."
Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak and looked at the entire common room: "This place looks nice, much softer and brighter than Slytherin's common room."
"I think the fundamental style is completely different," Hermione said, then looked at her Transfiguration essay. "What were you trying to say just now?"
"Oh, right," Harry realized, he said, "Regarding this, the chapter on desire in Transfiguration, I once consulted my uncle Howl. He gave some insights not found in books."
"What insights?" Hermione was a bit curious.
Harry picked up a piece of paper, and after some folding, he folded it into the shape of a butterfly.
"Come with me," Harry whispered, pulling her to the window.
He pushed open the window, outside the stars twinkled, and the moonlight was just right.
At the same time, a cold wind blew in.
Harry released the paper he was holding, and the paper was easily blown away by the wind, falling backward.
At the same time, his wand quickly flicked out, aimed at the paper, and Transfiguration immediately acted upon it.
The paper quickly twisted and transformed into a real butterfly. It desperately flapped its wings, fighting against the strong wind that was like a gale to it, and shakily returned to Harry's fingertip.
"Uncle Howl told me: The essence of life lies in disobedience.
As long as this desire is added during the casting process, giving the transfigured object the desire to break free from the shackles of inanimate objects, the casting efficiency of Transfiguration can be doubled."
Hermione watched thoughtfully, returning to her seat, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at the ink bottle.
"Give it the idea of breaking free from the shackles of inanimate objects?" she asked.
"Exactly," Harry nodded, and after receiving his confirmation, Hermione waved her wand, and the next moment, the ink bottle began to twist, and in a short while, it turned into a black sparrow.
"Oh!"
Hermione's eyes widened, she could clearly feel the difference between this casting and the previous ones.
This time it was too easy, much easier, and the completeness of the transformation was also very high.
"The essence of life lies in disobedience," she murmured what Harry had just said.
"Exactly. When we transfigure living creatures, we don't need to know the specific structure of its blood vessels, bones, and muscles.
We just need to know that if we want to transform into a sparrow, it should be cheerful, it should hop around, and it should fly in the air flapping its wings."
As he was speaking, the little black sparrow fluttered, intending to spread its wings and fly, but Harry unexpectedly waved his wand: "Finite Incantatem!"
The next moment, the sparrow turned back into an ink bottle.
"It can't fly, it would be troublesome if the spell suddenly ended in the sky," Harry chuckled.
"Finite Incantatem..." Hermione gaped at Harry: "That's a third-year course content."
Harry turned around indifferently, continuing to survey the common room, sighing: "The progress is still a bit slow... I want to start learning real things by the end of second year."
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On the way back, Harry felt much lighter, as if a great weight had been lifted, even making his steps feel lighter.
But he didn't expect that after returning to the common room, Draco, who had already been asleep, was sitting on the bed, looking wide awake.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"Just a night stroll." Harry felt that Draco's appearance was a bit strange, and he was considering whether to kick him a bit harder when waking him up tomorrow morning.
"It's a dragon!" Draco said excitedly and nervously in a low voice: "Did you go to feed the dragon?!"
"Hmm?" Harry's expression became much more serious, and he whispered, "How do you know about the dragon?"
"I glimpsed something in your book," he said bluntly, then added, "I just happened to see it, just a glance."
"Alright," Harry nodded helplessly: "There is indeed a dragon."
"Can you take me to see it?!" Draco said excitedly.
Harry looked at him puzzled: "It's just a dragon, what's so special about it that you're so excited?"
"Of course!" Draco nodded: "That's a dragon! Oh my goodness, I've wanted to raise one since I was little, but my father wouldn't allow it, it was too ostentatious. I am Draco!"
Harry also realized at this point, Draco, meaning the constellation Draco.
Harry looked at him with a strange expression, he didn't expect this guy to have such an exaggerated name.
It could probably be compared to... Long Aotian.
"What kind of look is that?" Draco looked at him displeased.
"No, nothing," Harry shook his head: "I can take you to see it! But not now, and you can't tell anyone else about this, otherwise it would be troublesome if people knew there was a dragon at Hogwarts."
"Okay," Draco nodded simply, then a bit anxiously: "When can you take me to see it?"
"It's still too small, maybe in three or four weeks."
Three or four weeks, not long, but not short either.
At least for Draco, these three or four weeks felt as long as every minute and second spent in Professor McGonagall's class.
Harry even felt that he was a bit mentally unstable. Every day he thought about nothing but the dragon, neglecting food and drink.
However, he did keep his promise, no matter how much others inquired about what was wrong with him or if he had something on his mind, he didn't reveal a single word.
Until about a month had passed, at Draco's urgent request, Harry finally decided to take him and they walked out of the common room together.
On the way to Hagrid's hut, Draco was a bit surprised: "The dragon belongs to that big oaf?!"
Harry slapped him on the back, making him cough: "Hagrid is a good person.
And to add, if you cast aside your foolish pure-blood theory and baseless arrogance, you'll find he can punch both of us into a pulp."
Draco shrank his neck, and thinking about it carefully, Harry seemed to be right, that fist, bigger than his head, it would be too easy to kill him with one punch.
"Alright, my bad," he said: "So why are we out so late?"
"Because the dragon is in the Forbidden Forest," Harry said: "You don't think I'd put it in some empty classroom inside the Castle, do you?"
The little dragon Norbert had now been moved to the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's hut was no longer big enough for him to stretch out, so Hagrid had no choice but to clear a small territory for him in the Forbidden Forest, allowing him to frolic every day.
Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest was much larger than imagined, according to Hagrid, many magical animal tribes had been thriving there for generations, and there were even Centaur communities.
So, clearing a territory for Norbert was not a difficult task for Hagrid.
As they were talking, Hagrid was already waiting outside his hut with Fang. Draco stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Good evening, Mr. Hagrid."
It seemed that once he realized the person in front of him could punch him to death, he became much more polite.
Hagrid was obviously also surprised by Draco's behavior, then he nodded: "Let's go."
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