School days at Hogwarts are comfortable and comfortable.

Obviously, he can't fall into a fart for half a day with a spell, but he can wander around the various disciplines of Hogwarts without any pressure.

Herbology and potions, in particular, were tailor-made for Dudley.

There were few questions he couldn't answer, no herbs he didn't know, no potions he wouldn't make.

In the history of magic, Dudley is even more eloquent, and even Professor Binns, who has always been forgetful, can now call Dudley's name.

As long as there are these subjects on the day, more points will be added than Hermione in a week.

This devastated Miss Jack-of-all-trades.

Of course, although Dudley is extremely rich in theoretical knowledge, he also has relatively headache subjects, and there are still two subjects.

One is a Charms class and the other is a Transfiguration class.

In fact, if you have to count it, there is also a flying lesson, but that subject is purely a hobby, and it is not valued much more than the sub-subject of Tianchao Elementary School.

I didn't even take the final exam.

Some little wizards are really learning not to fly.

Spells and Transfiguration classes are not enough for theoretical knowledge, but also need practical practice, that is, you need to wave a magic wand.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, in particular, is herself the head of Gryffindor and has always been known for being strict and fair.

If she makes a mistake, even if it's a Gryffindor, she will do it.

Harry finished his workout that morning, went back to the dorm room to change clothes and join Ron in the middle of the class when he met Peeves, a super-super prankster ghost who was teased by the other party and caused him to take the wrong stairs, and by the time he arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, it was already class time.

"Good thing Professor McGonagall hasn't come yet."

Ron looked at the neatly arranged little wizards sitting in the classroom, and the empty podium, and said with great joy.

With that, Ron pulled Harry and began to look for a seat.

The two of them didn't seem to notice that the professor hadn't arrived in the whole classroom but it was surprisingly quiet, and all the little wizards were sitting neatly in their chairs.

Today's Transfiguration class is a big class, the young wizards of the same year from the four houses will gather together, and the seats in the classroom are all full, except for the two seats in the front row.

The two of them just walked over.

"Hey, Harry, look there."

Just as Harry pulled out his seat and was about to sit down, he suddenly heard Ron say, looking down at the position he was pointing at, and then he froze.

There was a cat lying on the podium, a tabby cat to be exact.

Harry thought the cat was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere but couldn't remember it.

"Little one, whose little darling are you?"

Ron tried to pet the tabby as Dudley teased Lady Loris before, but was deftly dodged by the other party.

With a few giggles, Ron pulled a few more crumpled pieces of dried fish out of his pocket and waved them at the tabby.

It was prepared by him to deal with Lady Loris, and he wanted to bribe the other party like Dudley, but unfortunately it was useless.

Mrs. Loris didn't even touch it.

Inferior small salted dried fish (dogs don't eat it)

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

He didn't seem to notice that after he took out the small dried fish, the strange eyes of the little wizards around him gradually changed.

Only Harry suddenly realized something, and turned to look at the most prominent place in the classroom, which was Dudley's position.

He saw Dudley nod at him.

Dudley, who is a heavy cat sucker, sees that the cat does not masturbate, but sits well, guess why?

At that moment, Harry only felt his scalp tingle.

He remembered that the cat he had seen had been transformed by Professor McGonagall.

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

Maybe I couldn't bear it anymore, maybe I was afraid that I would really smell the small dried fish, accompanied by a rapid deformation.

The tabby cat becomes Professor McGonagall in an instant.

At that moment, Ron was dumbfounded.

"Alright, classmates. I've just demonstrated to you the Transfiguration of Animagus, a profound Transfiguration Charm that you can try if you have the chance to do so in the future. ”

"Of course, that will be after you get O's Transfiguration Charm in your O.W.Ls exam."

Professor McGonagall lowered her face, unable to make any expression.

Ron didn't dare look up at her.

This is a public execution.

"If you're late for class, Gryffindor deducts two points."

"I think you should find a place to sit instead of standing here in a daze, and thank you Mr. Weasley for the dried fish, but I'd suggest you'd better throw it away, because it's not fresh anymore."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and Ron blushed even more.

At this moment, he wanted to die.

Just... It's just unlucky.

Unfortunately, his unfortunate experience has only just begun.

Because what he had just done had succeeded in getting Professor McGonagall to target 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, worthy of being a top student, was the first to make the stick change, and after a series of perfect, standard, textbook-level mantras and movements, one end of the stick became pointy and full of metallic texture.

"Perfect, Gryffindor plus two points."

Hearing the extra points, Hermione finally had a smile on her face, and she sat down and flipped through the desk, the pages were slightly yellowed, and at first glance, there were many historical years of deformation textbooks.

Dudley, on the other hand, took advantage of Professor McGonagall's admiring Hermione's Transfiguration Charm to quietly pinch the stick with one hand, and then strove it with the other.

A toothpick was born.

Professor McGonagall walked up to Darrow, nodding as well.

"Yes, Slater added a point."

He really couldn't turn wood into iron, and it was the limit to be able to look like it.

Dudley refers to it as the Physical Transfiguration Charm.

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

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

Stresses him down.

With a smile that was uglier than crying, Ron pulled out his wand, an old wand that was a little broken, with unicorn fur even visible at the end.

Apparently the wand was not Ron's own.

It was his older brother Charlie's.

Because the children were born so much, the Weasleys' family was very financially constrained, and the expense of spending eight Galleons to buy Ron a new wand was unnecessary in Mrs. Weasley's eyes.

What happened to the old wand? It's not that it can't be used.

It can be used, but it will be very difficult to use a wand that is not its own.

Ron, for example, sometimes casts spells that don't fall under his caster.

You want to put 'Remove Your Weapon', and the wand gives you a 'Split'.

So this time too, as Ron finished chanting the spell and pointed his wand at the stick, not only did it not turn the stick into a needle, but it even made a 'poof, puff' sound similar to a fart.

"Hahahaha..."

Now the little wizards could no longer hold back, even with Professor McGonagall present, there was still unbridled laughter, and the whole classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere for a while.

Ron's face turned redder, brighter than his hair.