There is no doubt that the small wooden stick has not changed at all.

This is also natural.

Matthew didn't think that he could master this technique in such a short time.

He raised his wand again, recalling in his mind what Professor Troka had taught them in the first transformation class more than a year ago-

Outline a template for a needle in your mind, and then try to imagine the process of turning a match into a needle; follow the brain's wishes and make consciousness overlap with reality... This is what Professor Severus Snape said, his "personal reality"!

"Akus!" he shouted again.

Or nothing appeared.

Others were practicing...but in fact, except for Matthew, the others were obviously perfunctory.

"Evans!" Professor Severus Snape suddenly and obviously frowned, and he shouted angrily.

Harry Evans was a little abandoned just now, and then he was woken up by Professor Snape's angrily shouting...

"Teach...Professor..." he stammered.

"If you are unwilling to study hard, you might as well get out of here!" Professor Snape reprimanded with some disgust.

Evans lowered his head and remained silent.

In fact, this is not fair. Matthew began to stand up for Harry in his heart... He was not the only one who was absent, Malfoy and Norte. They were pretending to practice throughout the whole process, and in fact they were discussing the game between the Holyhead Harby and the Tat Hill Tornado...

However, Professor Snape seemed very angry about this, and he scolded Evans for about five minutes.

Although the sound is not bad or mean, it is obviously a bit of a blow to people.

"Akus!" Matthew raised his wand again while curling his lips.

Still no response.

...

But they couldn't practice here for too long.

Because Professor Snape quickly set off again with them, Malfoy and Nott had to stop discussing Quidditch.

They advanced to the depths of the Forbidden Forest for about five minutes, and finally, they stopped by a stream.

The stream is flowing gurgling, the water is very clear, and the pebbles at the bottom of the water are clearly visible.

Professor Snape bent down and picked up a transparent pebble on the shore.

This is also their next goal—

They began to try to transform these pebbles of different shapes into tennis balls of standard size.

To be honest... the difficulty of this seems to be bigger than turning a small wooden stick into a needle!

The possibility of success seems to be becoming increasingly slim.

Professor Snape patiently taught them some details about the transformation...

Matthew listened carefully while feeling a little weird.

Maybe I'm a little too careless...

But he always felt that if it were just these contents, there was no need for Professor Snape to bring them to Forbidden Forest!

It's just some withered branches and smooth pebbles, so there's no need to be such a hassle! You just need to ask the house elves to come here to pick up some, and then you can teach in the castle.

This trip to Forbidden Forests is a bit "extraordinary".

Restraining his inner confusion, Matthew kept himself as focused as possible and listened to some details about the deformation by Professor Snape.

...

Time flies quickly, at least Matthew thinks so.

Of course, for his companions, they might think that this time has passed very long...

Before I knew it, it was almost noon.

As Professor Snape called them loudly, Matthew turned his gaze away from the pebbles a little reluctantly.

Malfoy and the others were obviously impatient to wait. Although this after-class practice was not that tiring, it was too boring to face dead branches or pebbles all mornings like this.

But Harry Evans is not as lucky as Malfoy and the others. He was scolded several times in one morning... Professor Snape, who is usually gentle, suddenly became a little irritable when facing him.

It seems that the rumors are true, and Professor Snape is indeed very harsh on Harry Evans.

At this time, Professor Snape called them, obviously not announcing the end of this practice.

Instead, they were asked to come for lunch.

Seven people sat on the ground, and Professor Snape gently tapped his suitcase with his magic wand.

A huge tablecloth appeared in front of them.

Then, some food appeared on the tablecloth.

Almost all of them are dry food... including a bag of cold quail, a few boxes of biscuits, a pack of dry beef, and a few bottles of pumpkin juice...

Seeing Professor Snape so well prepared, he was really ready to take his students in this forbidden forest for a whole day.

But this is not a sumptuous lunch, especially for a "pampered" student like Draco Malfoy. He began to chew cold quails there with a sad face, and looked sad.

"Maybe I should prepare some hot food," said Professor Snape, who seemed to be unsatisfied with his lunch, "You guys wait here for a while, I'll go to Professor Kettleborn's cottage and get some hot food there..."

"But, Professor," Matthew couldn't help but frown and put down the dry beef in his hand, "This is in the Forbidden Forest!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Wakefield," said Professor Snape, as he stood up, "This is just the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and I won't leave it for too long..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Professor Kettleborn's cottage.

...

Professor Snape said nothing wrong.

This place is indeed just the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They stayed around this for a whole morning without encountering any strange or threatening magical creatures.

But Matthew frowned, and he suddenly felt a very bad feeling...

Others might not feel this way... Crab and Gole were gnawing on the cold quails there, while Evans lowered his head and ate the biscuits.

"Oh my God, what is that..." Theodore Nott suddenly let out a strange cry.

He was very embarrassed and shrank his body as much as possible, his face full of fear.

At the same time, Matthew heard the sound of the giant claws gently hitting the ground, something was heading towards them.

He quickly looked in the direction of Nott's sight—

A creature as light as a shadow!

It is a huge black dog with gray eyes.
Chapter completed!