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Chapter 235 The Black Family’s Gift
"I was planning to happily take down the firecrackers..."

Andrew sighed, put the magic firecrackers aside, and began to open the box that Sirius handed over.

This was an exquisitely decorated gift box, which contained four small magic props - at least that was what Andrew perceived.

"What kind of item does Dumbledore think I should take?"

He stretched out his hand with great interest, ready to pick it up and take a look - he would return it after use anyway, so he didn't feel any psychological pressure at all.

But unfortunately, when Andrew reached out to touch the first object, a beautiful little box, he was bitten.

Yes, bitten.

Although Andrew noticed something was wrong and quickly retracted his hand when it tried to attack, he was still bitten on the fingertips.

???

Damn, what is this thing!
He immediately felt a magical force gathering in his hands.

Without any hesitation, Andrew drew out his wand and began to cast Transfiguration on his hands in an attempt to intercept this power.

'If it doesn't work, just cut off your hands...'

He readied a spell, but paused as the force extended.

"Is that all?"

He carefully moved the wand to his arm, making sure he could recover immediately if he made any mistake in perception, and then felt the power extending through his hand.

Just as he sensed when he touched it with Transfiguration, it, the force transmitted by the bite, just covered the entire hand.

The flesh kept changing until the whole hand was covered with an ugly crust - but that was the limit.

"It's so ugly..."

Andrew stared at his left hand and made a very sincere comment - it was now like being covered with a strange glove.

'What is this power?'

Andrew felt it and used a very slight anti-deformation to restore his hand to its original shape.

"Interesting, interesting, very interesting. Although I got bitten, this power..."

Andrew examined his hand, then thrust it forward again, making sure that the delicate little box was only lightly bitten - and there was no doubt that his left hand had returned to its previous state.

"A weak but effective human transformation... for the hand? No, for the bite site..."

He confirmed the purpose of this thing, and he suddenly became energetic.

It was worthy of being something Dumbledore had asked him to collect - with the help of this thing, getting started with human transfiguration would be a piece of cake.

No, this thing is a magic prop designed for human body transformation practice...

"The Black family's heritage? It's really... too extravagant..."

He looked at the prop. It was exquisite and small, and seemed to be a toy used to hold something - it had both aesthetic appeal and functionality.

"No wonder the principal wants to use it. With this thing, it only takes a few days to master the art of human body transformation..."

"So, what about this one?"

Andrew reached for the next item—this one was even more outrageous.

It actually has its own consciousness and will even actively avoid Andrew's hand.

'This is? A permanent transfiguration artifact... no, to be more precise, a permanent transfiguration magic artifact... and then it is used to make a self-cleaning cup?'

This pair of tweezers... can move, and can even, uh, cut open blood vessels to collect blood for comparison?
When it climbed onto his arm, Andrew used a Transfiguration spell to make it rest obediently - speaking of this dangerous thing, no, this is also a human body Transfiguration spell, and it is a human biological transformation spell!

As for the last one, Andrew tried it and didn't even open it...

"It's probably related to Transfiguration, but you'd have to ask Dumbledore for details. It looks like a box of souvenirs... but it's definitely not that simple..."

Andrew sighed and put the things away. He couldn't use them yet, but he would probably need them soon - after he had enough understanding of the outrageous existence of rules, he would have to delve deeper into it through deeper levels of transfiguration, and these things would probably be used at that time.

"Inheritance... Really? Even the practice of Transfiguration has special props. This is too outrageous..." He cast another spell on the box to make sure everything was sealed, and then he carefully put the box away.

'Firecrackers are going off!'

-

"How does it feel?"

When he came to Dumbledore's office on duty the next day, Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"It's an extremely precious gift. I will use it well."

"Don't be so serious. How do you feel about that stick?"

"It will take some time, Principal," Andrew calculated briefly, "I should be able to figure it out before the holiday is over."

"Great, then we can start practicing human transformation. Don't worry, Phineas, I will supervise Taylor to make sure he uses it properly."

...

Are you not going to act anymore, Principal?

Phineas, the portrait of Sirius' great-great-grandfather, shook his head. "It's just some necessary payment. I don't mind."

As expected, it was you two who plotted against Sirius...

Andrew sighed inwardly and didn’t want to say anything.

"But there's no rush now. Finish your homework first, Taylor," Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Of course, work is also extremely important, so handle it well."

The arm cannot twist the thigh, so whatever you say is what it goes, principal.

Andrew sighed.

Then I started today's office.

Then, a letter that made him happy was revealed.

Taylor:
The meeting is over. I will return to Hogwarts soon and urge the laboratory to bring out the samples. There are three vice-presidents visiting us this time, so please pay attention to the hospitality standards. 】

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Andrew was stunned for a moment, then his eyes showed joy.

'I should have opened the letter back in the office!'

'Great, it's finally over, Professor McGonagall, you're finally coming back!'

He couldn't suppress his smile.

Professor McGonagall is back, and Hogwarts is saved!

Whose second grade student goes to the principal's office to handle all the paperwork?

This is a blow to order!

He was just a student who did odd jobs and had no desire for the principal's office at all!
You can slack off in the professor’s office during work, but here there’s a wall of principals staring at you!
Look, Andrew had just laughed for less than half a minute.

The principals began to speak.

"Mr. Taylor, why are you so happy?"

"Did anything happy happen in the castle?"

"Well, Professor McGonagall is coming back!"

Andrew answered the question without hiding his excitement.

The old principals looked at each other, and then the whole office was filled with hearty and unceasing laughter.

(End of this chapter)