Mysterious Journey

Chapter 447 This is an Illusion! What are you Hiding?!

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On the eve of Halloween, Erina woke up as early as usual.
As the head chef of Hogwarts, she enjoyed enviable privileges while also shouldering responsibilities second only to Albus Dumbledore, especially before and after such important festivals, when she was particularly busy.
"Ha~ Luwei, shoes."
Erina sat up, yawned softly, and wiggled her toes to tease the three little Cerberus puppies sleeping beside the bed.
Sensing the awakening of their little master, Little Luwei shook its head and opened its eyes, spitting out a few blue sparks, and then quickly reacted, skillfully picking up the shoes Erina had kicked off the bed, and trotted to Erina's feet and lay down.
After more than a month of getting along, Little Luwei had fully accepted its new form, successfully transforming from a mighty and ferocious giant dog into a cute and ultra-obedient three-headed little lapdog.
"Is it already Halloween Eve..."
Erina put on her clothes and shoes, glanced at the calendar on the dressing table that was automatically flipping over, and muttered softly, lost in thought.
"Hopefully everything goes smoothly today, and some ugly guys better not come out to make trouble."
Halloween Eve at Hogwarts seemed like a cursed day.
If Erina remembered correctly, in the original seven years written by J.K. Rowling, some unusual events happened every year on this day—a troll broke into the girls' bathroom in Harry's first year, the first Basilisk attack occurred in the second year, a large black dog came to the castle and tore the Fat Lady in the third year, the fourth year was slightly better with the start of the Triwizard Tournament, and the fifth year saw a large-scale brawl between the lions and the snakes…
Fortunately, however, the plot had become unrecognizable with the waves Erina stirred up in Hogwarts Castle.
The three-headed dog, Fluffy, originally used to guard the magic stone passage, had become a little milk dog, Luwei, who hummed and scrounged for food among the girls every day, and Dumbledore had naturally set up new magic barriers to fill the gap—if Erina wasn't mistaken, the missing link in Hagrid's barrier should be filled by some enthusiastic "castle administrator".
Under Erina's influence, Hermione, although still somewhat unacceptably arrogant, had a much better personality than at the beginning of the original book, and at least no one would deliberately isolate and exclude her anymore.
In addition, Hermione's eye-catching performance in class against Erina, as well as her unintentional actions of helping other students with their homework after class, made Hermione Granger particularly popular among the first-year students at Hogwarts today, even vaguely surpassing Hannah, becoming the "second sister" in private discussions.
In this case, it was too difficult to reproduce the classic scene in the Philosopher's Stone from the original book.
Therefore, after carefully considering the changes in all aspects, Erina felt much more at ease and reduced her attention to the Philosopher's Stone, focusing on the layout and arrangement of the Halloween banquet.
Whether Voldemort could successfully renew his life and steal the Philosopher's Stone to make a comeback was a problem for Dumbledore to worry about, and she and Grindelwald were not in the mood to care about these trivial matters for the time being.
Compared to the huge change that would involve the lives of hundreds of millions of people, cover every corner of the world, and inevitably affect the future destiny of two worlds in a month, the little thoughts of a certain tool demon were too insignificant.
In order to ensure that Professor Quirrell would not actively run out to cause trouble, Erina even secretly instructed the house-elves to provide this poor professor with an extra meal after dinner, lest he become mentally unbalanced due to long-term exploitation by an unscrupulous dark lord predecessor.
It must be admitted that, in the absence of conflicting interests, Professor Quirrell could actually be considered an honest person—he just wanted to get through this semester quickly, get the Philosopher's Stone, and then quickly resign and leave this increasingly strange and unfamiliar Hogwarts.
……
By the time the young wizards woke up one after another, the corridors had already begun to be filled with a sweet and tempting aroma of roasted pumpkin.
Since it was Halloween, dishes related to pumpkin were naturally indispensable.
Several days before the festival, the Hogwarts vegetable garden had harvested a large batch of pumpkins and apples, ready for decoration and kitchen cooking for the next two days—pumpkin pie, baked pumpkin seeds, toffee apples, hot apple cider…
In addition, Erina had also specially purchased a batch of candies from Hogsmeade Village to create a festive atmosphere.
The original intention of Halloween was actually a festival to praise autumn. Hundreds of years before the non-magical world's sect designated this day as "All Saints' Day," wizards had the traditional custom of celebrating this day.
The wizards of ancient Gaul, Britain, and Ireland—the Druids—believed that on that night, their great death god Saman would descend to earth, and along with the god of death would return the evil spirits who had gone to another world, so they lit soaring bonfires and closely monitored these evil ghosts.
That's how the saying that there are witches and ghosts everywhere on Halloween Eve began.
And for Professor Sprout, this festival had another special meaning. Ancient Roman wizards called this day the Pomona Festival, which is "the Festival of the Goddess of Fruit Trees," which heralded the life and death of all fruit trees, and the abundance and failure of harvests.
Therefore, although she knew that all of this was just a beautiful wish when her parents named her.
But whenever this day came, Pomona Sprout was still quite happy, appearing in the auditorium early in the morning, helping the house-elves decorate the Halloween decorations in the school.
All the lampshades had been replaced with huge pumpkin shells, the dazzling candlelight flickering in the pumpkin bellies, and gold, purple, and silver ribbons decorated the edges of the corridors and windows, and everyone's mood was quite good.
In fact, after slightly instructing Hermione not to run around after class, the worries in Erina's heart had diminished a lot again.
Although the content of the Gryffindor first-year Charms class today was still the Levitation Charm, this was just a normal course progression arrangement and could not explain any strange phenomenon of "world line convergence."
Moreover, for Erina today, it might be a bit difficult to confront Voldemort head-on, but it was not a big problem to deal with a stupid troll in a fully powered state.
You know, Rubeus Hagrid went to the Forbidden Forest to fight trolls when he was a child.
Faced with this big guy with obvious shortcomings in intelligence, physical strength, and defense, even if Quirrell really lost his mind and let a troll into Hogwarts as in the original book, Erina felt that the more she needed to consider was how to control her strength a little bit, so as not to accidentally kill it.
However, just when Erina was focusing most of her attention on how to deal with the possibly "troublesome" Professor Quirrell…
An unexpected trouble suddenly found her.
…………
After breakfast, Hogwarts Transfiguration classroom.
As time went on, the difficulty of the Transfiguration course gradually began to increase.
Different from the simple transformation between inanimate objects in the previous few classes, starting from this class, Professor McGonagall required first-year students to try to cast Transfiguration on living things—today's content was to turn snails into glass beads.
As usual, Erina skillfully used her self-created "Binary Reversal Reconstruction Architecture Magic"...or rather "illusion," and quickly completed the learning content arranged by Professor McGonagall at the first time, and then began to daydream.
Since learning some knowledge about ancient alchemy, Erina had already given up the idea of mastering Transfiguration.
The modern scientific concepts imprinted in her soul from her previous life, as well as that part of her understanding of the microscopic world, made her have almost squib-like great difficulties when casting this kind of unreasonable "black box magic."
According to her own speculation, if she could really successfully cast Transfiguration one day, then there were only two possibilities:
First, a very powerful wizard cast a Memory Charm on her, erasing her memory of modern science;
Second, she, like those ancient alchemists, went through the entire process of understanding, decomposing, and reorganizing matter.
In this case, even though Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration looked very interesting, Erina still quite simply chose to rely on visual magic to muddle through.
After all, it was difficult for her to explain to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall what nuclear fusion and fission were.
And…why her Transfiguration might accidentally raze Hogwarts to the ground.
"Erina Kaslana, perfect transformation, five points to Hufflepuff."
Professor McGonagall glanced at the smooth and rounded colored glass bead on Erina's desk, raised her eyebrows, nodded quite satisfied, and gave a very high evaluation and points without stinginess.
Although this kind of situation was replaying every class, as a fair professor, Professor McGonagall insisted that as long as her course requirements were perfectly completed, points must be given—even if Erina didn't seem to spend much energy, and she always looked a bit lazy and dazed.
The Slytherin and Hufflepuff students were no longer surprised by Erina's extraordinary mastery of magic.
Since the silver-haired little witch accidentally fainted and returned after the first class, no matter how complicated the Transfiguration was, Erina could immediately perfectly replicate it after Professor McGonagall completed the demonstration, as if she had already mastered it.
However, apart from Erina, most students felt the sudden increase in the difficulty of this class assignment.
Different from transforming inanimate objects into another appearance, even if it was just turning an invertebrate snail into a glass bead, it was already an extremely difficult task for most students.
Until the end of the morning's Transfiguration class, not many students had successfully completed the transformation.
Even for the few who barely succeeded, most of their glass beads still had some traces of snails, or there was still a little bit of snail's foot that had not been transformed.
"Erina, teach me."
After failing more than a dozen times in a row, Hannah poked the disobedient snail in front of her with a frustrated expression, turned to look at the white-haired ball beside her who was about to fall asleep, and sighed unhappily.
"Transforming snails is really too difficult. If you said transforming them into escargots, I wouldn't have any problems now."
"Don't be discouraged, just practice more. My method is not suitable for you."
Erina yawned absentmindedly, reached out her finger to flick the "glass bead" in front of her, and very naturally separated Hannah's left hand that wanted to touch the "glass bead."
It wasn't that she didn't want to teach Hannah the skills of Transfiguration, but the key was that she herself was cheating, and she really didn't have the qualifications to help others. Considering Hannah's future magic learning, it was better to follow Professor McGonagall's traditional method at this time.
"Speaking of which, Erina, is this a new magic you learned?"
Hannah didn't show any annoyance on her face after being rejected again. Instead, she looked at Erina's finger with some curiosity, her eyes filled with envy and amazement—at some point, the beautiful glass bead had wrapped around the tip of Erina's finger, as if it was stuck to it. Obviously there was no support point, but it was firmly stuck on the girl's fingertip.
"Magic?" Erina blinked her eyes and suddenly came back to her senses.
She followed Hannah's gaze to her fingertip and realized that the snail that had been "turned into" a glass bead had woken up at some point and was slowly climbing up her finger.
Of course, in other people's eyes, it was the glass bead defying gravity and rolling upwards by itself.
"Uh, this is not magic..." A trace of embarrassment appeared on Erina's face, and she subconsciously flicked the "glass bead" in her hand onto the table, and it reattached to the table with a pop.
It neither rolled around nor jumped up, but quietly stopped on the smooth wooden table.
Huh?!
Hannah tilted her head, her confusion becoming more and more obvious.
It looked really strange...
Something felt wrong...
It was like...
"Wait...there seems to be something wrong with this glass bead of yours?"
Before little Hannah could figure out the hazy confusion in her mind, a serious female voice suddenly came into the ears of the two.
"Huh? Huh?! Pro-, Professor McGonagall..."
The expression on Erina's face changed suddenly, and she quickly turned around.
She saw Professor McGonagall looking at her with a gloomy face, her gaze falling on the slightly trembling "glass bead," her sharp eyes slightly narrowed, and the expression on her face gradually became serious, slowly reaching out her hand.
"Miss Kaslana, if you could, could you hand me that glass bead to have a look?"
The next moment, as the Transfiguration professor's finger touched the "glass bead," the witch's expression instantly became extraordinarily complicated.
It's over...
It seems like I'm in trouble...
Seeing Professor McGonagall's face, Erina shivered subconsciously...
Sure enough, she saw Professor McGonagall take a deep look at the flawless colored glass bead in her hand, and then felt the extremely clear touch at the tip of her finger, took a deep breath, and her voice seemed to be trembling with anger.
"As expected!"
"This is an illusion! What are you hiding?!"
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