Since that was the case, she felt that she should be able to do it too.
However, reality showed no mercy as it shattered Hermione’s confidence.
The same boulder could instantly transform into a moving, roaring lion in Blake’s hands.
Most importantly, he hadn’t even used a wand.
Hermione, meanwhile, had a wand firmly in her hand, yet she couldn’t make even a small stone change in the slightest.
When Dumbledore and the others had taken her home yesterday, she had already asked about the trick to Transfiguration.
Blake had made it sound incredibly simple.
All she needed to do was clearly imagine what she wanted the target to become in her mind, and the object would naturally change according to her thoughts.
Dumbledore admitted that there was nothing wrong with this explanation, but just like Professor McGonagall, he still emphasized that Transfiguration was a complex subject that required proper training.
“That’s so unfair! Why doesn’t Blake have to go through all those lessons?”
“He figured everything out on his own, and he doesn’t even need a wand!”
Every time Hermione thought about it, she felt as though her usually proud heart had suffered a heavy blow.
She had practiced for the entire night, yet she still hadn’t made any progress.
In the end, she could only stop trying unwillingly.
Without a teacher to guide her, she couldn’t even grasp the most basic threshold.
That was precisely why she had decided to write to Professor McGonagall for help and hurriedly bought an owl that morning.
As for the letter she had written to Blake, that was naturally just something extra.
The contents were nothing more than ordinary greetings between friends.
Hermione had already been forced to admit that Blake’s talent for magic really was greater than hers.
But whenever she thought of how relaxed he had looked at the time, as though Transfiguration were ridiculously easy, she still couldn’t help but feel utterly frustrated.
…
Inside Marianne Orphanage, Blake was surrounded by the children, listening to wave after wave of praise.
“Blake, your cooking is so good!”
“Cough. Be more specific. Don’t let anyone misunderstand. You mean you want another serving of this spaghetti, right?”
Blake had rushed into the kitchen, of course, not simply to show off his cooking skills.
His main goal was to test whether he could use delicious food to trigger strong emotions in everyone and, at the same time, obtain a few more chests.
The result was exactly as he had expected.
After eating a delicious breakfast, the children were all incredibly happy, and system notifications continuously sounded in his ears.
Unfortunately, the notifications never changed.
“Emotional value has not reached the required standard. Chest cannot be generated.”
“Chest generation failed.”
Blake was somewhat disappointed, but after thinking about it carefully, the result was perfectly normal.
These children were still young, and their abilities were fairly ordinary in every respect.
Even if they experienced obvious emotional fluctuations, their chances of generating a chest naturally wouldn’t be very high.
As for the person he had been particularly looking forward to, Mrs.
Marianne…
Seeing that Blake had suddenly learned how to cook and that the breakfast tasted so good, she was indeed both relieved and happy.
However, her joy didn’t seem as intense as her anger the previous night, and in the end, it likewise failed to form a chest.
This experiment further proved Blake’s earlier assumption.
The success rate for obtaining rewards from anger was indeed higher than from simple happiness.
Just then, the system’s voice sounded again.
“Ding! Detected target experiencing a state of extreme frustration!”
“Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a Bronze Chest!”
“Extreme frustration?”
Blake looked around in confusion.
The children in the dining room were clearly happily eating their breakfast.
None of them looked irritated.
“So it was Hermione!”
“How touching.”
“She stayed at home and still remembered to send me a chest!”
“Phew…”
Dumbledore slowly straightened up and removed the special lenses from in front of his eyes.
Blake’s name tag still lay quietly in the center of the desk.
However, after a series of tests, its appearance had undergone some subtle changes.
The original pure black had faded considerably, and it now looked closer to gray-black.
Dumbledore turned the name tag over.
A pattern that had never appeared before had emerged on the back.
To make this hidden pattern reveal itself, he had tried several complicated methods in succession.
It was a complete circular seal.
Many strange symbols were arranged throughout the center of the circle.
Even with Dumbledore’s extensive knowledge, he couldn’t determine what those symbols represented.
However, among all the patterns, he still found one mark that was extremely familiar to him.
It was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Dumbledore extended a slender finger and gently touched the center of the mark.
The moment he made contact, all the symbols within the circular area suddenly began to move.
They continuously split apart, then repeatedly combined again.
In the end, the complicated pattern gradually transformed into a series of letters.
The letters continued shifting their positions, rearranging themselves.
Author’s Note:
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