The days of attending Hogwarts are comfortable and comfortable.
Even though he couldn't even break a magic spell for a long time, he was able to navigate various major subjects in Hogwarts without any pressure.
Especially Herbology and Potions, they were tailor-made for Dudley.
There were almost no questions he couldn't answer, no herbs he didn't know, and no potions he couldn't brew.
In History of Magic, Dudley is even more eloquent. Even Professor Binns, who has always been forgetful, can now call Dudley by name.
As long as there are these subjects on that day, she will get more points than Hermione gets in a week.
This devastated Miss Know-It-All.
Of course, although Dudley had an extremely rich reserve of theoretical knowledge, he also had subjects that were relatively troublesome, and there were only two of them.
One is a Charms class and the other is a Transfiguration class.
In fact, if you insist on counting, there is also flying lessons, but that subject is purely a hobby and is not taken seriously compared to the minor subject in Tianchao Elementary School.
Not even the final exam.
Some little wizards really can't learn to fly.
In Charms and Transfiguration classes, theoretical knowledge alone is not enough, they also require practical practice, which means waving a magic wand.
Especially Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. She is the Head of Gryffindor and has always been known for her strictness and fairness.
Once she makes a mistake, she will stick to it even if she is a Gryffindor.
After Harry finished exercising this morning, he went back to the dormitory to change clothes and go to class with Ron. On the way, he met Peeves, a ghost who likes to play pranks. Under his teasing, he took the wrong stairs. When he arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, It was already class time.
"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall hasn't come yet."
Ron looked at the neat little wizards sitting in the classroom and the empty podium, and said very happily.
With that said, Ron pulled Harry and started looking for a seat.
The two of them didn't seem to notice that even though the professor hadn't arrived yet, the entire classroom was surprisingly quiet. All the little wizards were sitting neatly on their chairs, sitting upright.
Today's Transfiguration class is a big class. Young wizards from the four colleges of the same grade will gather together. All the seats in the classroom are full, except for two empty seats in the front row.
The two just walked over.
"Hey Harry, look over there."
Just when Harry opened his seat and was about to sit down, he suddenly heard Ron say, looked at the pointed position, and then he froze.
There was a cat lying on the podium, a tabby cat to be precise.
Harry thought the cat looked familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere but couldn't remember it.
"Little guy, whose baby are you?"
Ron imitated the way Dudley teased Mrs. Norris before and wanted to stroke the tabby, but the other party nimbly dodged it.
After chuckling a few times, Ron took out a few crumpled pieces of dried fish from his pocket and waved them at Tiger Spot.
He had prepared it to deal with Mrs. Norris. He wanted to bribe her like Dudley, but it was of no use.
Mrs. Norris didn't even touch it.
Inferior small dried salted fish (dogs won’t eat it)
Dudley could clearly see the mark on the dried fish in Ron's hand.
He didn't seem to notice that after he took out the dried fish, the little wizards around him gradually looked at him strangely.
Only Harry suddenly realized something and turned around to look at the most prominent place in the classroom, which was Dudley's position.
He saw Dudley give him a slight nod.
Dudley, who is a severe cat sucker, saw that the cat did not pet him, but sat very well. Do you guess why?
At that moment, Harry felt his scalp numb.
He remembered that he had seen this cat before, and it was Professor McGonagall.
Unfortunately, it was too late to stop Ron, as the guy had already handed over the dried fish.
Maybe he couldn't bear it anymore, or maybe he was afraid that if he really smelled the dried fish, he would undergo a rapid transformation.
The tabby cat turned into Professor McGonagall in an instant.
At that moment, Ron was stunned.
"Okay, students. I have just demonstrated the Animagus transformation for you. This is a profound transformation spell. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can also try it."
"Of course, you have to get O's transformation spell in your OWLs exam."
Professor McGonagall lowered her face, showing no expression.
Ron didn't even dare to look up at her.
This is simply a public execution.
"Two points will be deducted from Gryffindor for being late for class."
"I think you should find a seat and sit down instead of standing here in a daze. Thank you Mr. Weasley for the dried fish, but I suggest you throw it away because it is no longer fresh."
There was a burst of laughter from all around, and Ron blushed even more.
At this moment, he wanted to die.
It's just... so unlucky.
Unfortunately, his bad luck has just begun.
Because his behavior just now has successfully made Professor McGonagall focus on him.
We all know what it means to be targeted by a teacher in class.
This transfiguration lesson is about turning a small wooden stick into a needle.
Hermione was worthy of being a top student. She was the first to make the stick change. After a series of perfect, standard, textbook-level incantations and movements, one end of the stick became pointed and full of metal texture.
"Perfect, two points from Gryffindor."
Hearing the extra points, a smile finally broke out on Hermione's face. She sat upright and flipped through the books on the desk. The pages were slightly yellowed, and she could tell that it was a Transfiguration book with many years of history.
Dudley took advantage of Professor McGonagall's admiration of Hermione's Transfiguration Charm to quietly hold the wooden stick with one hand, and then flicked it hard with the other hand.
A toothpick was born.
Professor McGonagall walked up to Dudley and nodded as well.
"That's right, Slater got an extra point."
He really couldn't turn wood into iron, and the resemblance was the limit.
Dudley called it a physical transformation spell.
The little wizards all waved their wands to cast spells on the wooden sticks on the table. After watching several little wizards cast spells, Professor McGonagall silently walked behind Ron.
Ron only felt a pair of burning eyes staring at him from behind.
Make him more stressed.
After showing a smile that was uglier than crying, Ron took out his wand, which was a somewhat damaged old wand, with unicorn hair even exposed at the end.
Apparently the wand was not Ron's own.
But it was his brother Charlie's.
Because they had so many children, the Weasley family was very financially strapped. Spending eight galleons to buy Ron a new wand was unnecessary in Mrs. Weasley's opinion.
What happened to the old wand? It’s not like it can’t be used.
It works, but it's very difficult to use a wand that doesn't belong to you.
Just like Ron, he sometimes releases spells that are not within his spellcasting scope.
You want to use 'Expelliarmus', but the wand gives you a 'split'.
So it was the same this time. After Ron recited the magic spell and pointed the wand at the wooden stick, not only did the wooden stick not turn into a needle, it even made a "puff puff" sound similar to fart.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Now the little wizards could no longer hold back. Even with Professor McGonagall present, unbridled laughter still sounded, and the whole classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Ron's face turned even redder, even brighter than his hair.
