Everyone in their own childhood, will have a funny dream.

Some children will want to be scientists, some may choose to be a police officer, and some children may even hope that they will become a wizard with powerful magic powers.

It is true that he can't remember Maca's dreams as a child, but he is sure that he will never ......

Never want to be a bird!

“…… What kind of bird is this? Maca couldn't help but complain, but the words turned into a few gentle whispers.

Yes, Maca never imagined that her Animagus form was actually a bird - and a brightly colored blue hidden hummingbird!

Let's not mention what combat power there is - what combat power can a hummingbird with a body length of less than 2 inches have? It just looks like he can't even stand on his feet at this time, and if he doesn't practice well, he won't even have the ability to fly.

Maca struggled to get her balance, but it required a combination of head and tail, and it didn't happen in a moment.

Of course, what's worse is that he consumes too much mana, at least for a short time, and he can't get it back.

But fortunately, he was still mentally prepared for this.

"Since it's okay to be idle, let's take two steps first...... "Maca chirped and chirped.

Speaking of which, when was the last time you were a toddler?

He staggered along his steps, and from time to time he fell down, and he looked quite cute.

However, after all, the sins he has done will have to be repaid by himself - Crookshan, who was dozing off in the corner of the room, came over......

At night, most felines are in good spirits.

Crookshank Hill is a very intelligent cat, and he was probably the first creature other than Maca to recognize that Spotted was not a real mouse.

And just now, it had watched the process of Maca's transformation in its entirety - it had already understood that the little snack in front of it that looked very delicious was actually Maca herself.

"Chirp ......" Maca turned around and happened to see Crook Hill that had crept behind him.

It can't be trying to eat me, is it?

Crookshank leaned in and sniffed, then rubbed again. Just as Maca was relieved, Crookshan threw a cat fist at him in high spirits......

In the time that followed, Maca finally understood what it meant to "practice makes sense".

Crookshank seems to want to play with him for a while, but when the size gap is too big, something will happen to play like this!

Maca ran in a daze, while Crookshan chased after him, and almost a few steps before she "snapped" him down with the pad of flesh under her paws.

After a long time, Maca was stunned to find that at least he would not fall unsteadily on his own......

However, it was certainly impossible for him to escape the clutches of Crook Hill by just running, and after getting fed up with the hell of having to get in touch with the floor once after barely running a few steps, he decided to try to fly and see.

To say, the maca riding on the broomstick must be at the king level, but if you rely on your own wings to fly, it can only be at the plastic level.

When he flapped his wings several times, only to be pressed against the floor by Crookshan's hairy face, he finally decided - let's run first!

Theoretically, moving your muscles and bones is good for your body, but Maca is not sure if exercising in the state of Animagus will have any effect.

Until Crook Hill was tired of playing, Maca was tired of being a dead bird.

Towards dawn, Maca finally had enough magic to regain her human form.

He couldn't wait to change back, and decisively decided that he would never use the unreliable spell of Animagus Transfiguration again if it wasn't necessary.

Maca walked up to Crookshan, picked it up, and stared at it for a long time as she walked out.

At last, he muttered under his breath.

“…… Heard that cat meat is sour? ”

Crookshank was furious from his staring, and it struggled to jump to the ground, and ran away without a trace.

The first transformation was very physically demanding, not to mention that he couldn't help but "exercise" for most of the night, and he was really hungry at this time.

At breakfast time, Maca uncharacteristically lay on the table and opened her mouth to munch, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of her classmates.

As Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the auditorium, attention finally turned away from Maca, who erupted in applause.

Harry couldn't help but smile when he saw that the people at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were also applauding them.

And as they walked past the long Slytherin table, the little snakes sitting at the table booed loudly. Harry noticed that Malfoy's face seemed to be a little paler than usual.

Marca took the time to glance at him and nodded to herself—Lucius should have been warned.

After breakfast, everyone huddled together and walked towards the Quidditch pitch.

Well, Maca wasn't in it again.

There had been previous thoughts of abandoning the Animagus Transfiguration, but that was just a thought, and every spell was worth studying, and if used correctly, it could be a backup.

At the very least, with the advantage of being small, the ability to escape in complex environments is certainly good. Peter Pettigrew is an example of this.

While everyone was watching the game at the Quidditch pitch, Maca went to the Forbidden Forest alone, and after making sure that there was no one else here, she began to transform again.

With the first time, the second time is relatively much easier.

With a wriggling of his body, he quickly reverted back to a small hummingbird.

Since he has become a bird, he must at least become a flying bird, right? Maca flapped her wings on the lawn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, trying to find the feeling of flying.

The way hummingbirds fly is very different from ordinary birds, not to mention that Maca has not studied how other birds fly, and even if he can guess some, it may not work.

But this is nothing more than fighting against the currents!

As the frequency of his wings flapped faster, coupled with thinking about it from time to time, he quickly found some sensations.

Sure enough, without the interference of Crook Mountain, using your brain to solve problems is the most suitable way to learn for Maca. It's a pity that it's unrealistic to learn to fly all at once, and it can only make Maca learn to flutter a few more times in almost a morning.

When Maca arrived at the Quidditch pitch, he was just in time for Harry to take over the Silver Quidditch Cup.

Everyone gathered on the lawn of the Quidditch field, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Percy, who usually always pretends to be, is also there, and he jumps up and down like a madman, forgetting all his dignity. Professor McGonagall cried more than Wood, wiping tears from her eyes with a large Gryffindor flag.

Desperately squeezing towards Harry were Ron and Hermione, too excited to speak, just smiles on their faces.

Truth be told, it's a day to remember, as Gryffindor House has finally won the Quidditch Trophy again after many years.

Maca stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at Harry's excited face, but suddenly she felt as if something was missing.

"What's wrong with you?"

Maca retracted her gaze and looked to the side, it was Luna—she still looked a little dazed, but she also had a smile on her face.

"Are you happy?" Maca asked suddenly.

Luna blinked and nodded slightly.

"Happy, everyone is happy, and I'm happy." She tilted her head, her expression confused, as if to confirm something, "Aren't you happy?" ”

Maca shook her head and said, "I want to be happy too, and I'm trying to find a way to make myself happy again-"

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Luna still didn't shy away from pulling Ramaka's hand, with an innocent look on her face, as if she just cared about him.

Maca could feel the warmth of that palm, but he didn't know how to respond.

"Maybe there's something I can do to help," Maka said quietly, "I'm afraid, at least in this case, I can't solve it myself......"

"I didn't understand until I got to know you...... Sometimes, great wisdom may not solve all problems," Luna said softly, turning her head to look at the jubilant crowd on stage, "Learning to rely on others is also a very rewarding thing. ”

Maca also looked back there, and he nodded in agreement, "Maybe the four founders of Hogwarts thought that way when they decided to get together to create a school! ”

"Who knows?" Luna looked ahead in a trance, as if she were looking at her classmates, and as if she was looking at something else.

……

Winning the Quidditch trophy made Harry very happy, and the excitement lasted for at least the whole week.

With the arrival of June, the days become muggy and cloudless.

All you want to do is go for a walk outside, take a few pints of chilled pumpkin juice to the grass and lie down on the grass, maybe play a game of pebble throwing or watch the giant squid dream on the lake.

But they can't do that, because the exams are approaching again.

Far from lazing outside to pass the time, the students had to stay in the castle and endure the temptation of the summer breeze outside their windows to force their brains to work hard.

The senior students are working tirelessly to get a better job in the near future, especially the seventh graders who are about to graduate.

"Hey, Maka, you must be good at exams, right?"

One day at lunchtime, the big beautiful Charlotte suddenly came to Maca's side with a smile.

"You know, N.E.W.TS is coming...... I really can't do anything with it......"

"So you're here to ask a junior who is only in the third grade?" Maca asked as she took a bite of the apple pie and tilted her head.