Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 68, Section 67: The Physical Transformation Spell

Life at Hogwarts was peaceful and comfortable.

Despite holding a spell for ages and not being able to utter a single word, he can effortlessly navigate all the subjects at Hogwarts.

Herbalism and potion-making, in particular, were practically tailor-made for Dudley.

There were almost no questions he couldn't answer, no herbs he didn't recognize, and no potions he couldn't brew.

Dudley speaks eloquently about the history of magic, and even the usually forgetful Professor Binns can now recall Dudley's name.

If you take these subjects on a given day, you'll earn more points than Hermione does in a week.

This was a huge blow to Miss Know-It-All.

Of course, even though Dali has an incredibly rich theoretical knowledge base, there are still some subjects that are relatively troublesome, and there are two of them.

One course was on spells, and the other was on transfiguration.

If we really want to count, there's also flight lessons, but that subject is purely a hobby and is even less valued than a minor subject in elementary school in China.

It's not even on the final exam.

Some young wizards simply can't learn to fly.

For Charms and Transfiguration classes, theoretical knowledge alone is not enough; practical experience is also required, which means waving a wand.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, in particular, is renowned for its strictness and fairness, as she is the Head of Gryffindor.

She would deduct points from students' names even if they made a mistake, even if they were Gryffindor students.

After Harry finished his morning workout, he went back to his dormitory to change clothes and went to class with Ron. On the way, they encountered Peeves, a ghost who loved to play pranks. Due to Peeves's tricks, Harry took the wrong stairs and by the time he arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, class had already started.

"Thankfully, Professor McGonagall hasn't arrived yet."

Looking at the neatly arranged young wizards in the classroom and the empty podium, Ron said with immense relief.

With that, Ron pulled Harry along to start looking for seats.

The two seemed unaware that, despite the professor's absence, the classroom was unusually quiet, with all the young wizards sitting neatly and upright in their chairs.

Today's Transfiguration class is a long one, with all the young wizards from the four houses gathered together. The classroom is full, with only two empty seats in the front row.

The two of them walked over like that.

"Hey Harry, look over there."

Just as Harry was about to sit down, he suddenly heard Ron speak. He looked in the direction Ron was pointing and froze.

There was a cat lying on the podium, or more accurately, a tabby cat.

Harry felt the cat looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Little one, whose little darling are you?"

Ron tried to pet the tiger-striped animal, just like Dudley had teased Mrs. Lorris, but the animal deftly dodged him.

After chuckling a few times, Ron pulled out a few crumpled dried fish pieces from his pocket and waved them at Tiger Stripe.

That was something he had prepared to deal with Mrs. Lorris, hoping to bribe her like Dudley had done, but it was to no avail.

Mrs. Lorris didn't even touch it.

Low-quality dried salted fish (even dogs won't eat it).

Dudley could clearly see the label on the dried fish in Ron's hand.

He seemed unaware that the young wizards around him were giving him increasingly strange looks after he took out the dried fish.

Only Harry suddenly realized something and turned to look at the most prominent spot in the classroom, where Dudley was.

He saw Dali Chong nod slightly to him.

As a serious cat addict, Dali doesn't pet the cat but sits very still. Can you guess why?

At that moment, Harry felt a chill run down his spine.

He remembered seeing this cat before; it was Professor McGonagall in disguise.

Unfortunately, it was too late to stop Ron; he had already handed over the dried fish.

Perhaps it was because she could no longer bear it, or perhaps it was because she was afraid of actually smelling the dried fish, accompanied by a rapid deformation.

The tabby cat instantly transformed into Professor McGonagall.

At that moment, Ron was stunned.

"Alright, students. I just demonstrated the Animagus transformation for you. It's a very advanced transformation spell. You can try it out if you have the chance in the future."

"Of course, that's after you get the O-level Transfiguration Charm in your OWLs exam."

Professor McGonagall kept her face down, revealing no expression.

Ron didn't dare to look up at her.

This is practically a public execution!

"Being late for class will result in a two-point deduction in Gryffindor."

"I think you should find a place to sit down instead of continuing to stand here in a daze. Also, thank you for the dried fish, Mr. Weasley, but I suggest you throw it away, as it's no longer fresh."

A burst of laughter erupted from all around, and Ron blushed even more.

At that moment, he felt like dying.

This is just... just so unlucky.

Unfortunately, his bad luck had only just begun.

His recent actions had successfully caught Professor McGonagall's attention.

Everyone knows what it means to be watched by a teacher in class.

The lesson on transformation is about turning a small wooden stick into a needle.

Hermione, true to her academic prowess, was the first to transform the stick. After a series of perfect, textbook-perfect incantations and movements, one end of the stick became sharp and full of metallic texture.

"Perfect, Gryffindor plus two points."

Upon hearing about the bonus points, Hermione finally smiled and sat up straight to look through the pages of the slightly yellowed, old Transformers textbook on her desk.

While Professor McGonagall was admiring Hermione's Transfiguration spell, Dudley secretly grabbed the stick with one hand and then yanked it hard with the other.

And that's how a toothpick was born.

Professor McGonagall walked up to Dudley and nodded as well.

"Good, Slytherin gets a point."

He simply couldn't turn wood into iron; achieving a resemblance was already the limit.

Dudley called it the Physical Transformation Spell.

The young wizards waved their wands and cast spells on the wooden sticks on the table. After watching a few of the young wizards cast spells, Professor McGonagall quietly walked behind Ron.

Ron felt a pair of burning eyes staring at him from behind.

This put him under immense pressure.

After flashing a smile that looked more like a grimace, Ron pulled out his wand, a slightly damaged old wand with unicorn hair peeking out from the end.

Clearly, this wand did not belong to Ron.

It belonged to his brother Charlie.

Because the Weasleys had so many children, their family was in dire financial straits. In Mrs. Weasley's view, spending seven Galleons to buy Ron a new wand was unnecessary.

What's wrong with the old wand? It's not like it's unusable.

It can be used, but wands that don't belong to you will be very difficult to use.

Take Ron for example; sometimes he unleashes spells that are outside his spellcasting range.

You tried to use 'Expelliarmus', but the wand just 'shattered' you.

So this time was no different. As Ron finished chanting the spell and pointed his wand at the stick, not only did the stick not turn into a needle, but it even made a "poof poof poof" sound, like farting.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The young wizards could no longer hold back. Even with Professor McGonagall present, unrestrained laughter erupted, filling the classroom with a joyful atmosphere.

Ron's face turned even redder, more vibrant than his hair.

(End of this chapter)