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  A cat.

  In the blink of a transformed into a person.

  Such a sight sent a wave of astonishment and excmations through the young witches and wizards in the .

  "A cat! The cat turned into a professor!"

  "Merlin’s beard! I was just thinking of taking it back to the dormitory!"

  "That was brilliant! I want to turn into a turtle! The kind that lives for turies!"

  Seeing the wide-eyed amazement of her students, Professonagall allowed herself a slight smile. Every Hogwarts professor knew how to ignite curiosity ahusiasm for learning.

  "Unless someone has fotten their meal times, I generally prefer students not to be distracted by other pursuits during my css."

  After direg a pointed look at Ian, she gestured for the three of them to find their seats.

  The acious so plenty of desks and chairs filled the room.

  Perhaps.

  At some point in Hogwarts' thousand-year history, this pce had been packed with eager learners. But now, with only thirty or so students, the room felt half-empty.

  "Good m, everyone. I am Minerva Magall, and for the ing years, I will be your Transfiguration teacher." Professonagall’s introdu was brief but anding.

  She raised a hand for silence.

  "Transfiguration is a plex and powerful branagic— useful in daily life, invaluable in duels." As she spoke, Professonagall gave her wand a precise flick.

  In an instant.

  The teacher’s desk beside her morphed into a sleek, spotted leopard.

  "Roar!"

  The beast’s sudden roar sent students leaping into their seats. Michael and William’s eyes nearly bulged out, while Ian’s gleamed like greeones.

  Transfiguration!

  His eternal adversary!

  When would he ever reach this level?

  "Roar! Roar!"

  The leopard prowled the , its tail flig as it moved, until Professonagall gave another measured wave of her wand, returning it to an ordinary desk.

  "Did she just turn a desk into a leopard and back again?" Michael whispered, incredulous.

  "Obviously."

  Ian and William exged looks.

  "What if she had turned a leopard into a desk first, pced it there, then ged it back just now? And then reversed it again?"

  Michael’s unique way of looking at things earned him a long stare.

  "..."

  Ian eechless.

  Meanwhile, unaware that her skill had been subjected to spiracy theories, Professonagall addressed her students in a measured tone, her words ced with subtle warning.

  "Transf furniture into creatures is beyond first-year level." Her method of e was simple, yet strikingly effective.

  A hopeful young witch raised her hand.

  "Professor, if I master Transfiguration, I turn my little brother into a rainbow-colored pony?" A Hufflepuff girl with round gsses posed the question so early that Ian turned his head sharply.

  ‘Whose underling is this?’

  ‘Why isn’t she in Slytherin?’

  "Transfiguration on fellow humans is strictly forbidden, Miss Laura. I suggest you abandon such reckless notions." Professonagall’s tone was stern, her gaze unwavering.

  "You may find the demonstratioertaining, but in truth, Transfiguration is among the most perilous forms of magic you will learn at Hogwarts."

  The aging Animagus’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried the weight of experiehe act of transf ohing into another is fraught with danger."

  "There are sixteen known magical creatures that exist solely due to Transfiguration mishaps. You may be familiar with the Harpies of Greece— once human, now doomed to their fate."

  "Unfortunate wizards who cked due caution have turhemselves and their desdants intic beings. And in truth, they are among the luckier ones."

  Professonagall’s gaze swept the room, letting her words settle.

  A hush fell over the css.

  "Therefore, the first rule of Transfiguration is caution. I sincerely hope none of you bee cautionary tales in future books."

  The weight of her words left the students uneasy.

  "If I could turn into a Hungarian Horntail, I wouldn’t mind not turning back," William muttered, prompting Ian to g him several times.

  Truly, this one must have dragon’s blood somewhere in his lineage!

  "Now that you uand the risks, let’s explore the beauty of Transfiguration— starting with a simple match-to-needle transformation."

  As always.

  The first challenge in Transfiguration was the matchstick.

  Professonagall distributed them one by one, and soon, each student had a matchstick before them. Ian g his personal progress in his mind and sighed softly.

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  Despite sistent practice, his progress remained slow. One lesson alone wouldn't be enough to cross the threshold.

  "Precision in pronunciation is key, as is clear visualization of the intended result."

  With these instrus, the students began practig.

  "Vera Verto!"

  Ian trated, recalling his book’s guidance. He tried to envisioructure of a steel needle as vividly as possible.

  The matchstick trembled, and twisted slightly… but refused to ge.

  Time passed.

  All around him, students diligently repeated their attempts. Soon, William managed a perfect transformation, earning five points for Ravencw from Professonagall.

  Perhaps spurred by friendly petition— or house pride— the Ravencws soon saw more successes. Even Hufflepuff students managed det transformations.

  "Hiss!"

  Notig that Michael was on the verge of succeeding, Ian could no longer remain still.

  "Professor." He raised his hand.

  "Yes, Mr. Prince?" Professonagall turned her gaze toward him. She had observed his struggles, puzzled by the disparity between his efforts as.

  This didn’t align with what Dumbledore had told her.

  "I’m fag a problem." Ian had long wao seek Professonagall’s guidance.

  "Go on." She nodded.

  "As we all know, wood sists mainly of cellulose, hemicellulose, pe, and lignin, whereas iron is posed primarily of iron atoms."

  His cssmates exged baffled looks. What did he mean by "as we all know"?

  "I’ve beeiculously trying to vert eapo of wood into iron atoms, but… it’s proviraordinarily difficult."

  "???"

  Not only did the students look bewildered—

  Even Professonagall’s expression flickered with surprise.

  "It seems you've taken an i in alchemy…" Her sharp eyes studied Ian, as though reassessing him entirely.

  "However, this method won’t help you learn Transfiguration." A pause. A moment of sideration. Then, with an air of wisdom, she asked,

  "Mr. Prince, what is magic to you?"

  Her voice was solemn.

  "Magies from within a wizard. It is the maion of belief, an ao the will of the heart."

  After a brief thought, Ian gave his answer.

  Professonagall’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

  "Dumbledore was right about you… Yes, that is correct. Magic is the eagination, the embodiment of will."

  "Your failure lies in trying to merely rearrater."

  Ia as though he was close to an epiphany.

  "But doesn’t imagination need a real foundation? Isn’t that just a refined form of material transformation?"

  "No, child. Rearranging matter is not why wizards are powerful."

  Professonagall hesitated before making a decision.

  "I don't usually teach suowledge to young students, but I believe you need pruidance. I ot stand by and watch you walk the wrong path."

  She raised her wand.

  Golden runes shimmered ience.

  Bewildered students stared as the glowing words formed midair, whispering amongst themselves.

  "Wizards are Gods."

  The radiaers reflected in Ian’s wide eyes.

  A door had opened.

  And history’s wheels began to turn.

  (End of chapter)