The scales drifted like feathers, flying up into the pipe above.
Howl raised his hand, flicking a finger.
With a crisp clang of metal, the scale seemed to suffer an invisible heavy blow, veering off course, buffering for a good distance before continuing into the pipe.
A faint wisp of black smoke rose from the verdant scale. If one's observation was keen enough, they would see a crescent moon skull brand on the scale.
A skull…
Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered. At this point, almost no one had not researched the Dark Arts.
Here, the common definitions of Dark Arts, conventional magic, and household magic had gradually lost their meaning.
But… to so blatantly use such a mark as a personal brand…
Thinking this, he inadvertently looked at Howl.
Howl instantly understood what he wanted to express from his gaze and explained, "This is the emblem of a pirate flag."
Dumbledore blinked, a slight surprise in his heart… Then he changed the subject and asked, "I thought you would use a more violent method."
"I'm afraid I'd blow up the entire Hogwarts piping system…"
"I see." Dumbledore nodded, then saw Howl leading the way downwards.
"Downstairs…"
The two walked through the empty Castle.
Dumbledore suddenly asked out of nowhere, "Would the old you have cared about these things?"
...
They walked all the way underground, to the very bottom of Hogwarts, and the location of the scale was even deeper.
Howl looked at the floor, feeling the sensation from below, and at the same time thought of Dumbledore's words.
Care about these?!
Thinking this, a smile touched his lips, and his wand appeared in his hand, an extremely dark "point" gradually beginning to condense and take shape.
Light was absorbed into it, space seemed to twist, and a wind rose in the entire underground classroom.
"Let's not… it's very troublesome to repair…" Dumbledore quickly stopped him, rubbing his forehead helplessly.
"Boring…" Howl sighed, canceling the spell he was casting.
As he spoke, he glanced left and right, targeted a broken desk piled in a corner, and raised his hand, and half a table leg flew into his hand.
"Vera Verto—"
The table leg quickly twisted, the middle section becoming soft and thinning, while at the upper end, a flower bud appeared.
Below, several roots quickly split off, wriggling in the air.
"It seems you've simultaneously broken two of the five Principal exceptions to Transfiguration: one is conjuration from nothing, and the other is inability to transfigure magical creatures!"
As he spoke, the flower bud unfolded, revealing a round, bloodshot eyeball within.
"How can you assume it's a magical creature? It's just a plant body with an extra eyeball," Howl said.
"The inability to conjure from nothing is because Transfiguration driven by desire essentially applies 'preset templates' from the world's laws.
Because it doesn't pursue an ultimate understanding of the object being transfigured, one naturally cannot demand that the world's laws understand non-existent creatures.
And mine is not Transfiguration purely driven by desire; I have sufficient… no, you used to be a Transfiguration Professor, why am I saying so much."
As he spoke, Howl patted his head.
"Lately, I've been picking up bad habits."
He muttered.
Dumbledore smiled, "People always make mistakes; perfectly flawless and emotionless beings are not human."
...
Howl worked his tongue, clicking it repeatedly…
Why do I feel… he's hinting at me?
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