Starting Over at Hogwarts

Transfiguration is a pretty interesting class.

Because changing objects is undoubtedly the representative magic of wizards.

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood at the desk, waving her wand lightly, turning the desk beside her into a naive fat pig.

"Wow!"

"This is too powerful!"

A group of little wizards couldn't close their mouths in surprise!

Even Cedric, who taught himself all the courses in the first grade, couldn't help but marvel at the superb Transfiguration technique taught by Minerva McGonagall!

Vincent Wright's eyes were a little distracted.

At this time, Wesson's mind did not stay on Professor McGonagall's transformation magic, because he was still thinking about Professor McGonagall's Animagus form...

Speaking of which, as an Animagus who can transform into a cat, would Professor McGonagall like to catch mice?

like…

We can do something about this.

Wesson's fingers slowly flexed, which was a signal when he was in deep thought, maybe he could try to compete with Professor Minerva McGonagall in Transfiguration tonight.

It's not just a quest reward...

It is also to make Mr. Pettigrew's identity as the Dark Lord deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Just as Vincent Wright was thinking seriously, a match suddenly appeared directly on his desk. This is another usage of Transfiguration to change things out of thin air!

"Okay, here's today's lesson."

Professor Minerva McGonagall slowly folded her hands together, and continued softly: "What you are going to learn today is to turn this match into a thin needle..."

"..."

Vincent Wright subconsciously picked up his wand and turned the match into a thin needle. This transformation was a piece of cake for him.

"Well done, Mr. Wright."

Professor Minerva McGonagall glanced at Wesson with admiration, and after a soft compliment, she performed her duties as a professor: "Hufflepuff plus ten points, this is the fastest transformation magic I have ever seen, maybe you have already seen it." Have you studied the textbook in advance?"

This freshman is really good.

At least he is very talented in practicing Transfiguration.

Whether it is the control of magic power, the speed and accuracy of casting spells when casting the transformation technique, they are far superior to other little wizards by a large margin.

Professor Minerva McGonagall couldn't help feeling a little regretful, she should have insisted on letting this little guy follow the arrangement to join Gryffindor College at the sorting ceremony... and throughout the history of Hogwarts School, Gryffindor's Students are the best at Transfiguration.

"Yes, Professor."

Vincent Wright did not deny Professor McGonagall's speculation.

This transfiguration class is just an appetizer. Tonight's Hogwarts is the real performance venue for transfiguration magic. I hope this professor will not be too shocked tonight...

Because starting tonight...

The history of transformation magic in the entire magic world will be completely rewritten!

have to say.

There is a real problem with the Hogwarts curriculum.

For example, the two major classes, Potions and Transfiguration, were all scheduled on Mondays. The little wizards had been studying for almost a whole day, and they were already a little tired by the end of the get out of class.

night.

Hufflepuff dorms.

The poppy sent by Professor Sprout was still in full bloom, and the fresh fragrance slowly surrounded the dormitory, making Cedric feel sleepy again soon.

As expected of a professor of herbal medicine.

Vincent Wright directly hugged the flower pot and placed it near Cedric's bedside, hoping that this pot of herbal flowers would make his roommate have a good night's sleep.

After seeing Cedric falling into a deep sleep, Wesson took out the Marauder's Map and a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and slowly drank a sip of Potion Potion.

Hogwarts tonight.

As if he wasn't the only one wandering around in the middle of the night.

Wesen rubbed his temples, lowered his head and sniffed the scent of flowers on his body, and cast a cleansing spell to prevent the scent of flowers on his body from becoming a flaw.

In the middle of the night.

Hogwarts second floor.

Professor Minerva McGonagall's office.

The dean of Gryffindor College and the professor of transfiguration is still recalling the transfiguration class in the afternoon. Holding a quill in her hand, she carefully records each new student's name in class. Performance.

Professor Minerva McGonagall will never give up on any student. She will educate each new student according to their performance. Some new students need more practice, some need to improve their learning progress, some need encouragement, and some Freshmen need criticism.

This is one of the most conscientious professors at Hogwarts.

Professor Minerva McGonagall regrets that no Animagus has appeared among her students, so she very much hopes to teach an Animagus.

In fact...

Among all the students taught by the dean, there were actually at least four Animagus, but none of these students registered with the Ministry of Magic.

clatter clatter...

Professor Minerva McGonagall finally finished writing her lesson plan. She slowly cleaned up her desk and walked quietly to the window.

Under the moonlight.

Professor Minerva McGonagall quietly disappeared.

A tabby cat quietly appeared on the ground.

The cat jumped up and jumped onto the window sill, contentedly put its paws on the window sill, and pressed its head comfortably on the paws.

Working hours are over.

It's time to rest.

This is a little secret of Professor Minerva McGonagall, an Animagus shapeshifter who loves her animal form so much that she even secretly sleeps like a normal cat when she sleeps.

Hogwarts was getting quieter at night.

Just as the tabby cat closed its eyes comfortably, it suddenly felt in its ears, as if the voices of the Weasley family twin brothers came from upstairs... As an animal form, its sense of hearing and smell are far superior to those of the cat. Humans are more sensitive.

Do not.

This must be a dream.

It's impossible for the twin troublemakers to break the school rules every day, how could someone come out to wander the Hogwarts castle every night?

Are they exploring?

Sadly.

The Weasley twin was really that kind of student.

The tabby cat lay on its face with some frustration for a while, jumped off the window sill, and opened the door of the office. It wanted to go out to see what was going on.

There was no one outside the door.

The tabby cat stood at the door thinking for a while, and quietly planned to make a patrol, so as not to cause any trouble to the twin brothers.

Just as the tabby cat quietly left the second floor on kitten steps, a chunky black figure quietly appeared and walked into Professor Minerva McGonagall's office.

obvious.

The pudgy intruder was clearly up to no good.

The dim light in the middle of the night reflected a chunky black figure, who was a former student of Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Pettigrew Peter.

"Let me think about it, how do I say hello after a while?"

Pettigrew Peter stretched out his sharp fingers, stroked his chin, and said to himself very self-aware: "People like me can't help but respect Professor McGonagall...Mr. Peter, should I respect her more? "