From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

The top student in the fifth grade, who earned a lot of points for the college, with excellent grades, a love of learning, and rarely exhibiting the disciplinary issues or point deductions common in Gryffindor—what professor wouldn't like such a student, what dean wouldn't like such a student?

Only someone like Snape, with his rigid view of bloodlines, and a professor who only cares about getting grades for his own house, would be dissatisfied.

'That means he wasn't assigned to Slytherin. If he had been, Snape would have cared more about him than anyone else…'

As Professor McGonagall thought this to herself, her smile grew even more amiable—she had always liked this student and had even applied for a time converter for her before.

"Is there a problem, Miss Granger?"

Professor McGonagall was prepared to spend some time tutoring this top student—her grades had recently been slightly overtaken by other students, but she was still the undisputed number one.

She could completely understand Granger's nervousness and anxiety, after all, she always cared a lot about her grades, and this was amplified even more in the OWLs year.

However, it's not a big problem; she's handled similar issues many times before and is quite adept at it.

"professor…"

Hermione was a little nervous. She wondered if it was too early to come clean—but she did have a small problem that required help, and Professor McGonagall was the best person in the whole school to consult.

"What's wrong? Don't be nervous, tell me slowly."

Professor McGonagall was relaxed; she knew she couldn't put any more pressure on the student now.

"It's...it's..."

Hermione couldn't help but glance back at the door—although the person in front of her was actually the most terrifying person in all of Hogwarts, she still felt inexplicably worried.

"Alright alright."

Professor McGonagall gently waved her wand, locking the office door from the inside—though no one in the entire school dared to barge into her office.

"what!"

The next moment, Professor McGonagall's surprised voice almost flew out of the office door and echoed throughout the entire Hogwarts.

Before her, a tiger, whose size was by no means small, appeared, looking up at her—but its eyes lacked the domineering aura of a tiger, instead showing some, well, how to put it, panic.

'No, what am I thinking?'

Professor McGonagall shook her head—her once very clear thoughts had now turned into a jumbled mess, and she was unable to manage her thoughts for the time being.

She is a Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, and runs a Transfiguration club. She has seen all sorts of geniuses, so for her, getting all the OWLs certifications isn't too surprising. It's a bit difficult, but it always happens every few years.

But—she had only seen such a perfect human transformation a few times on campus. To be precise, among students, there might not be one with such a high degree of perfection in ten years, and they were mostly seventh graders.

You might say there are plenty of wizards in Britain who can master human transformation, but they don't learn it on campus. Even students in the Transfiguration Club are considered top students if they can partially transform by graduation.

'She's only in fifth grade!'

'Such perfect human transformation techniques!'

Professor McGonagall had always thought she knew something about Hermione's talents, but today it seemed she had underestimated her student.

However—this part of the course isn't something lower-grade students can access! The club students conduct their research on highly complex topics like human body transformation under her guidance. Where did she obtain the relevant materials?

That's not right either—we need to see if her sudden transformation has caused any serious consequences…

"Meow!"

Just as Professor McGonagall was unsure of her true thoughts, the seemingly ferocious tiger before her emitted an extremely gentle… cat-like meow…

'A cat meowing?'

Professor McGonagall stared at Hermione—yes, it was a tiger, was it just my imagination?

Then, another meow, even with a slight squeaking sound, completely pulled Professor McGonagall back from her reverie.

"Call me again, Miss Granger."

As the cat's meow resumed, Professor McGonagall became certain that something had gone wrong with this seemingly perfect human transformation.

“Restore it to its original state, Miss Granger.”

She patiently began to instruct him, putting aside all her previous thoughts about how she had learned it and whether it was against the rules.

When Hermione regained her composure with a slight blush, she pulled Hermione aside and began to examine her carefully.

First of all, there's no doubt about your brain—once your brain is damaged, it can't be restored.

Then there are the eyebrows, eyes, and nose—all are fine, except the front teeth are a little small, but that could be an illusion.

'It's good that your head is okay...'

Professor McGonagall nodded—aside from a problem with the brain, any other mistakes would be easily salvaged.

The arms were fine, the legs were fine, the stomach and other parts were fine, and there was no extra tail or anything. Everything was fine. Except for that voice, it was almost a perfect human transformation.

"What else can you transform into?"

“No, Professor… I’ve only just mastered the first Transfiguration,” Hermione shook her head, “but the voice is still the same.”

She would never have sought out the professor so quickly if she hadn't been so frightened.

The moment the cat meowed, she was startled by her own reaction—what kind of tiger roars like that?

"The first one?"

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, then asked with some uncertainty, "Where did you get the reference to the tiger? Did Hagrid catch one in the Forbidden Forest?"

Tigers are not dangerous creatures and pose no threat whatsoever in the Forbidden Forest, so Hagrid would naturally not report them.

"No, I referenced Crookshanks... because it's easier to change shapes of similar size, so..."

This explanation left Professor McGonagall speechless for a moment—for the first time, no, she should have realized earlier that Granger was more outrageous than anyone else when he acted recklessly!

Before a human can transform, they must use magic to conduct a comprehensive analysis of the creature they want to transform into, so that they can transform themselves or others into the creature they want to become as perfectly as possible.

This isn't like Animagus, where the shape is fixed from the start; the final shape depends entirely on one's own understanding—which is why not many people are willing to invest time in human transformation.

It requires a wand; a fully transformed creature has no magic whatsoever, and using it on oneself might lead to disaster, while an incomplete transformation doesn't provide much combat ability...

When used against enemies, Polymorph is useless without overwhelming strength. If it weren't for the advantage of being able to use multiple transformations flexibly, it would be practically just a decorative object.

However, this is indeed a top-level technique in Transfiguration, and it is also very effective in improving Transfiguration skills.

"Has no one told you that you need to completely reference the species you are transforming into before you can transform?"

"But the book also says that it's easier for creatures of the same size to change, and that creatures of the same species are very valuable for reference; tigers are felines too..."

What kind of feline?

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, then remembered that it was a Muggle classification. "Cats and tigers are different. Cats can be wizards' pets, but tigers can't. Cats have magic. The classification of magic and the classification of Muggles are two different things."

While scolding Hermione, she was thinking of the perfect way to fix things.

"I'll have Hagrid put one in the Forbidden Forest. You can go and observe it during your free time, and try to perfect your first humanoid shapeshifting subject as soon as possible..."

"Can't I use a cat?"

“No,” Professor McGonagall shook her head. “You’d better not make any major changes until the first humanoid creature can completely mimic it—it’s too dangerous.”

"In addition, you will come to my place every week... um, every Wednesday night for tutoring. I need to thoroughly understand the progress of your human body transformation."

"Furthermore, you are not allowed to demonstrate this technique to other students, nor are you permitted to use it outside of my office..."

"... "

Professor McGonagall rattled off a long list of prohibitions to Hermione—she was terrified by the imperfect Transfiguration.

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"what?"

William, who had just brought out a large plate of snacks in his office, stared wide-eyed.

"Are you kidding me, Professor?"

He looked at Professor McGonagall, unsure whether this professor, who was usually even more serious than Moody, was occasionally exaggerating.

"No, Professor William."

"So you mean that Miss Granger completed the most difficult part of Transfiguration, full-body transformation, in fifth grade, and did it with ease?"

William even abandoned his intention to tear open the snacks in his hand.

What a joke!

That's Transfiguration—Harry learned Animagus magic through family tradition, and Hermione Granger just secretly learned it and mastered Transfiguration to this level?

"Yes, that's right, so I've decided to give her a little more homework."

Professor McGonagall seemed quite pleased. "You know what I mean, Professor William."

"Animagus?"

William spread his hands. "That's unfair to the other students...and she's an OWLs...well, it seems like this isn't a big problem..."

He himself denied himself.

For other students, the OWLs exam is something else—but to be number one for four consecutive years?

What kind of question is this?

"Alright...it's always been a professor's responsibility to give good students extra work—but are you sure she can handle it?"

“No problem. The other students’ problem is that their Transfiguration skills are not good enough. This is not a difficult problem for her.”

Professor McGonagall was very serious—the school already had Thunderbirds and outstanding students, so getting another Animagus wouldn't be a big problem.

Hermione achieved a level that other students couldn't even reach by graduation, yet she did it in fifth grade. What's wrong with teaching her? It's even safer than the Time-Turner.

“That’s true,” William sighed. He hadn’t even dared to actually cast the spell yet. “Then it’s settled. We’ll start next full moon. I’ll prepare the necessary potions. You can tell Hagrid to make all the preparations.”

"Then I'll leave it to you, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "I will keep her informed later."

'Oh right, there's also the reporting requirement…'

William then realized that while he could easily obtain a perfectly legal filing statement, the students could not.

“Oh, right,” he remembered something, “Professor, um, Miss Granger shouldn’t cause trouble if she learns Animagus, right?”

Professor McGonagall paused, her steps faltering, before replying in her usual voice, "Granger is one of the few students who doesn't break the rules much."

"that would be great."

William smiled and nodded, watching Professor McGonagall leave, then a question arose in his mind.