“Hi, White.
I’m Parvati Patil.” The young witch with long, dark hair stood before Ethan, her amber eyes full of curiosity.
Ethan took the acceptance letter she handed him, gave it a quick read, nodded, folded it back up, and handed it back.
[Magic Affinity +1] “Hello, Patil.
Is there anything you don’t understand?” At this moment, the corner of the Great Hall where they sat had practically become a self-study classroom for the Gryffindor lions.
Everyone was waving their wands at matches.
Ethan was responsible for answering questions and correcting mistakes.
This Patil girl and another girl with fluffy, curly strawberry-blonde hair had just arrived, both holding their acceptance letters.
They seemed to be Hermione’s roommates, but Ethan had never seen the three of them together.
Patil looked down and flipped through her textbook, wanting to show Ethan what she hadn’t understood during the morning.
The blonde, blue-eyed little witch beside her waved her acceptance letter and asked in a crisp voice, “Hi, White.
I’m Lavender Brown.
I was wondering why you want to look at everyone’s acceptance letters?
Are you suspicious of something?” “Well, we noticed the handwriting on Harry’s letter was a bit unusual, so I wanted to see if we could find a second one with the same handwriting.” Ethan said this with a perfectly straight face.
Ron also looked up and chimed in, “Yeah, that’s right!
We’re trying to find a second special letter!” The eleven-year-old witch obviously knew nothing of the world’s craftiness.
She immediately handed her acceptance letter to Ethan and asked curiously, “Is mine special?” Ethan took it with both hands, pointed at her name, and smiled.
“Of course.
Every acceptance letter is unique.” [Mental Resistance +1] Whether she understood what he meant or not, she seemed delighted, twirling her braid happily.
“White, I don’t really get these parts…” Patil pointed at the principles of basic Transfiguration.
Ethan thought for a moment and pointed to two empty seats.
“Have a seat first, and I’ll explain it to you slowly.” This was an exchange.
He obtained random attributes from their letters, and in return, he taught them the Transfiguration from their first class.
Ethan felt it was a fair deal.
He pulled out the notes he had taken in the morning, found the section on the principles of Transfiguration, and said, “I suggest you copy down my notes first, along with a bit of my own understanding.
Once you’re done, I’ll demonstrate the actual Transfiguration for you.” “Thank you, White!” The two little witches immediately pulled out their quills.
Ethan noticed Harry had failed again and couldn’t help but say: “Harry, your magic is very strong.
Try to relax a bit.
Imagine a stream flowing silently.
Yes, just like that.
Let your magic smooth out.
Transfiguration is delicate work; you absolutely cannot be impatient.” Harry nodded nervously, picked up a fresh match, and refocused his mind.
This time, the match under Harry’s wand successfully changed, quickly turning into a shiny silver needle.
He couldn’t help but cheer.
Ron’s eyes widened.
Unfortunately, that split second of distraction caused his wand to emit a burst of sparks, instantly scorching his match.
Deciding to make the best of it, Ron said happily, “Congratulations, Harry!
You did it!” If Harry could do it, he could definitely do it too!
Harry smiled happily and looked at Ethan.
Ethan congratulated him as well, feeling a secret sigh of relief.
Excellent.
As long as someone succeeded, it proved there was nothing wrong with what he was teaching.
That way, if anyone else couldn’t do it, they couldn’t blame him.
He smiled and was about to walk over, but suddenly, a prompt flashed in his mind.
[Successfully guided Silver Needle Transfiguration: EXP +3] Ethan stopped dead in his tracks, a look of shock on his face.
After verifying several times that he hadn’t misread it, a shiver ran down his spine.
So, so it could work like this?
If teaching one person could earn him 3 EXP…
He subconsciously began counting heads: “One, two, three, four…
*gasp*…
*gasp*…” On the other side, Ron took out another fresh match to practice.
Sitting in the corner, Seamus “blew things up” yet again, soot turning his face completely black.
The group instantly broke into a noisy hubbub.
“Seamus!
Watch it!
Don’t singe my eyebrows!” Ethan walked over quickly, brimming with enthusiasm: “Ron, your wand is harder to control.
I suggest you focus a bit more.
Unicorn hair is easier to control than phoenix feather.
You can let your magic flow more boldly.” “Seamus, you’re being too impatient!
The match blew up because it couldn’t handle your magic!
You need to learn to control it.
Slow down and relax your mind.” “Uh, Neville, why are you spacing out?
Which part did you forget again?
Oh, oh, don’t cry, it’s fine.
You’ll definitely get the hang of it.” Ten minutes later, Ron finally succeeded in producing a needle.
He immediately grinned from ear to ear.
Frankly, if his wand wasn’t so old and broken, he probably would have done it much sooner.
[Successfully guided Silver Needle Transfiguration: EXP +4] The third person to successfully turn their match into a silver needle was actually Patil, which surprised everyone slightly.
This little witch had managed to do it just by reading Ethan’s notes.
[Successfully guided Silver Needle Transfiguration: EXP +3] Ethan excitedly hugged Ron and shook Patil’s hand.
Everyone felt a little embarrassed but was smiling.
Ethan was so nice; they were glad to have such a classmate around.
They couldn’t help but call each other by their first names and instantly became good friends.
By the time the prefect came over to lead everyone back to the dormitories, only Seamus and Neville were still struggling with their matches.
Everyone else, including the two girls, had successfully produced a silver needle.
After all, it was only the most basic level of Transfiguration.
But this had netted Ethan nearly 50 EXP!
Combined with his own daily accumulation of nearly 30 EXP, his efficiency was almost triple what it used to be!
At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he could accumulate a free attribute point!
It was as if a brand-new door had opened before Ethan’s eyes.
On the way back to the dormitory, Hermione appeared.
Clutching a thick, leather-bound book to her chest, she looked at everyone in utter confusion—aside from Neville and Seamus, everyone seemed incredibly happy.
Hermione quietly tugged at Ethan’s sleeve.
Ethan had no choice but to slow down and fall to the back with her.
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked, puzzled.
“Even if you didn’t teach them, Professor McGonagall would have taught everyone next class anyway.
You just wasted your entire evening.” Wasted?
Not at all.
Even if I studied hard all night, I wouldn’t be able to get a free attribute point and an extra 50 EXP!
Ethan said with a broad smile, “Professor McGonagall was very angry this morning and said she’d check Ron and Harry’s Transfiguration before the next class.
Naturally, I want to help if I can…
We’re Gryffindors, after all.
Didn’t you hear the Sorting Hat’s song?” “‘Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart’…
I’ve realized that helping everyone actually feels pretty good.” Hermione rolled her eyes slightly, though she didn’t press the matter further.
She might not agree, but she could probably understand.
“Are you on a first-name basis already?
After knowing each other for just one day?” Ethan smiled.
“As I said today, I don’t believe friendship is measured by time.
As long as you share the same ideals and accept each other…
Miss Granger, we could call each other by our first names too.
Though, do we have to wait half a year?” Hermione was left speechless and glared at him in annoyance.
Ethan quickly added, “Could you let me take a look at your acceptance letter in a bit?
In exchange, if you ever need my help, just ask!” Now, of all the Gryffindor first-years, her letter was the only one he hadn’t seen yet.
Oh, and Neville’s, but Neville had left his letter at home.
If too much time passed, it might lose its effect.
Hermione pulled an acceptance letter from her sleeve and muttered, “What’s so interesting about this anyway?” Ethan hadn’t expected her to have it on her.
He eagerly took it and unfolded it, looking at the neat handwriting on it.
[Intelligence +1] Miss Granger’s acceptance letter had actually given him a point of Intelligence!