RNP Chapter 35: The Daily Prophet's Report
Chapter 35: The Daily Prophet's Report
Looking at the white mouse that Ryan had moved with a levitation charm to the tabletop, which had been disinfected with a fire charm, Penelope exclaimed, "How cute! I've never seen such a clean and beautiful mouse."
"Ryan, where did you find this little pet?" She wanted to pinch the struggling white mouse, but Ryan stopped her.
Ryan thought for a moment: "These aren't pets; they're technological pioneers for ordinary people. We can't treat them as pets yet."
Every day, tens of thousands of mice around the world say: "I'm about to die!"
"Let's not talk about that." Seeing everyone's curiosity, he stopped them from asking further questions: "Is the food all prepared?"
"Everything is ready." Someone took out several plates, each containing various kinds of food.
Ryan selected several groups of mice, each corresponding to a different type of food. Within each group, two mice served as controls, one eating normal food and the other eating food made with a replication spell.
Then he waved his wand violently above the area where the mice were, and the next second, the body structure of these mice was clearly projected in the air, not only the body structure, but also indicators such as temperature and sugar content.
"It looks like projection magic? And you also used St. Mungo's Physician's Human Examination Charm at the same time?" someone asked, their tone full of admiration. "Even a full-fledged physician at St. Mungo might not have this ability."
"The doctors at St. Mungo's are very professional; I certainly can't compare to them in that respect."
"The reason we use these spells is because they allow us to more intuitively observe the subsequent reactions of mice after they have eaten different foods," Lane said.
He said to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, now we need you to replicate these foods. I think you are probably the only great wizard who can maintain the transformation effect for several hours without using solidification magic."
"Your choice of words and your style of doing things are completely different, Mr. Lane," Professor McGonagall said, drawing her wand and tapping it to make a copy of all the food.
The others were confused. Was Professor McGonagall saying that Ryan was careful with his words but usually acted recklessly and recklessly?
However, neither of the parties involved offered them an answer.
As the mice began to eat, the images projected from above gradually changed.
After a long period of time, when the mice began to show signs of hunger again, Lane looked at his record of the changes in the mice's body structure and hormones throughout the entire process.
The comparison results showed that there were only normal fluctuations among mice that ate various types of food, and the food produced by the Replication Curse was no different from normal food!
Everyone looked at Ryan with expectant eyes. Even though they could see that the two images matched, they didn't really understand Muggle theory and didn't dare to pop the champagne halfway through.
Amidst these gazes, Lane cleared his throat: "Professor McGonagall, I think we have corrected the error and made history."
He clearly concluded: "Food made using the replication spell can be considered normal food while the caster maintains the spell's effect!"
"Incredible, truly incredible, Mr. Lane! I think tonight's experiment deserves to be recorded, and the Daily Prophet should publish this latest magical achievement." Professor McGonagall was extremely excited, her voice trembling slightly. She smiled at Lane and said, "Mr. Lane, you've earned Ravenclaw another fifty points!"
Ryan's first Transfiguration Club session, which also ended the latest since its inception, concluded. Everyone was thrilled by the tremendous achievement, and Professor McGonagall even gave them a day off on Monday to rest.
Amid cheers, the young people led the mice to the kitchen for a party.
After all, the mice were the biggest contributors to this experiment!
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Hogwarts, Monday morning.
Countless owls swarmed in, bringing with them the latest edition of the Daily Prophet.
In the main seat, Dumbledore picked up a newspaper; the front page read, "Hogwarts Transfiguration Club Students and Teachers Join Forces to Overturn the Laws of the Wizarding World."
He glanced at Professor McGonagall with a puzzled look, only to find that she was also reading a newspaper, so he had no choice but to continue browsing.
He saw the title of the next section: "The Greatest School; The Most Outstanding Students"
Dumbledore realized something was wrong and quickly spread out his newspaper, glancing at all the modules.
"The Transfiguration Club of Professor Minerva McGonagall"
"Getting Closer to Genius: A Conversation with Lane Welsh"
"The Greatest Prophet and the Most Genius Wizard"
Dumbledore began to ponder whether he had overslept and woken up to find it was already the following year.
Professor Flitwick kept saying, "Ryan is my best student!"
Professor McGonagall nodded: "Yes, Ryan is my best student."
A slight fluctuation occurred in the atmosphere at the head table.
On the Ravenclaw table.
"Lane, looks like you're famous again," Pablo said, pointing to the newspaper. "It seems the Transfiguration Club has undergone unimaginable changes with you around."
"It wasn't me, Pablo." Ryan, who had been floating on air amidst the flattery, struggled to regain his senses: "It was everyone in the Transfiguration Club, Professor McGonagall, it was us."
"Of course, it's us!" The members of the Adventurers' Club in Ravenclaw laughed.
Ryan raised his glass and declared loudly, "Then, a toast to us!"
People at all four long tables responded, momentarily silencing the noise in the auditorium and leaving only the voices of the twenty-odd people.
"Salute to us!"
"Salute to us!"
At the Slytherin table, Malfoy held his cup high, chest puffed out. This was the first time he had received so many respectful gazes, and the first time he had been noticed by so many people not because of the name "Malfoy."
Vio, standing beside him, smiled and downed his pumpkin juice in one gulp, muttering, "Perhaps even Voldemort wouldn't have the ability or the audacity to be so presumptuous in front of Dumbledore."
He looked toward the main seat and saw Dumbledore nodding in satisfaction and smiling at Lane.
He said, "Perhaps Voldemort is jealous of Lane. No, Voldemort is definitely jealous of Lane. Jealous that he has Dumbledore's trust, the professors' trust, and his friends' trust."
Selwyn, who dared to call Voldemort by his full name... Malfoy, who should have been trembling all over, merely shook and accepted the fact.
Crabbe and Gore were so frightened by these words that they dropped the sausage toast they were eating onto the ground.
Harry, in Gryffindor, felt as if he were in a dream, having gone from the Dursleys' hell to the heavenly Hogwarts. He drank the pumpkin juice and grinned foolishly.
Hermione: "The Transfiguration Club? Does anyone know what the requirements are to join?"
Percy: "Professor McGonagall's approval is required."
In the kitchen of Hogwarts.
Penelope, who wasn't at the Ravenclaw table, appeared here. She greeted the respectful house-elves and then went straight to a small miniature playground.
The base of the amusement park is inscribed with the words: Dedicated to the pioneers of magic and technology.
Inside the playground, many mice were frolicking and playing. Some of them spotted Penelope and stood there, staring at the unknown giant creature.
Some mice covered their heads and scurried away, hiding inside the slide.
This is an amusement park that all the members of the Transfiguration Club built for the mice last night, and Ryan even used the Alchemy Matrix to refine it into a magical item.
She didn't know much about alchemy, only remembering that Ryan claimed this basic magical item had some health benefits and disease-preventing effects, which would be sufficient for the mouse.
Thinking of this, Penelope blushed slightly. She remembered clearly that Ryan had actually pulled a bottle of love potion from his ring!
Then they refined the love potion and put it into the amusement park!
They say things like it's good for reproduction, and that having many children brings good fortune!
"Dirty!"