Every Saturday at eight o'clock, this is the make-up time for "Transfiguration" - only for Elena.
On the other hand, tonight happens to be the first class of this semester.
Perhaps following some mysterious tradition, or simply so that he could sleep peacefully, the last Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts offered to act as a guide and personally escorted Elena to the Transfiguration Professor's office.
"Actually, I can do it myself, Professor Dumbledore, I really know the way -"
Elena said, seeming to feel a little aggrieved, "And there are so many portraits, ghosts, and house elves everywhere. I'm not a ten-year-old kid anymore. Even if I'm temporarily lost, I just need to ask a little. Really
There’s no need—”
"Of course, of course I believe that you are the most outstanding little witch I have ever seen."
Dumbledore smiled gently and said extremely seriously.
"Then why did Professor McGonagall teach me instead of you personally?"
Elena curled her lips, her lake-blue eyes shining with curiosity and innocence.
"Before Professor McGonagall came to teach at Hogwarts, you were the Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts. I heard that Professor McGonagall's Animagus was also completed under your guidance——
Do you think I'm too stupid, or think I might be too noisy? I promise to be obedient and not cause trouble this time, Professor Dumbledore, why don't you reconsider?"
"Oh, Miss Kaslana, you have to understand that as an old man, my mind and body are far worse than they used to be."
Dumbledore sighed softly, sighing softly in a sad tone.
Maybe Grindelwald will enjoy teaching Elena, but this does not mean that he will make the same choice. This kind of troublesome little cotton-padded jacket should be dealt with by younger forces. He also wants to
Retire alive.
"As one of the best wizards in the magic world today in the art of transfiguration, Professor McGonagall is obviously much better than me. People always like to describe magic power in general terms, but in fact I am not the top one in many fields..."
For some strange reason, Minerva McGonagall has not yet joined the Foundation.
This also means that in front of this strict and serious lady, the prominent identities of [Miss Fool], Miss Destiny, and the Fairy Queen do not have much meaning. For Professor McGonagall, Elena is more
is still a student.
A second-year Hogwarts student with some privileges, some talents, and some difficulty.
That's all.
"...Well, okay, but aren't you worried about something unexpected happening?"
Elena raised her eyebrows and quickly switched from the innocent and cute mode to the cunning look of a little devil.
"Since this period of time, I feel that I have become more irritable and willful. If Professor McGonagall and I are alone for a long time, it will be too bad if something unpleasant happens. In comparison, you may be more suitable -
—”
"I believe in Minerva's ability, and more importantly, I believe you will not let accidents happen, Miss Kaslana."
Dumbledore continued with a smile, as if he did not hear the threat in the girl's words.
"Oh, really? Then your trust changes so quickly."
Elena snorted noncommittally, her voice full of dissatisfaction.
"When you told Bill to 'protect' me, there was no such touching trust."
Since the beginning of this semester, under the tight protection of Little Wings and Bill Weasley, she has not even had a chance to reasonably fight back - God knows how much she is holding back, and she has to squeeze out a smile every time to express it.
grateful.
"If you want to take action, there's no way Bill can stop you... He might not even be able to see you."
Dumbledore looked at Elena with a gentle expression and said calmly.
"And the reason why he can watch over you and protect you is because you allow yourself to be 'protected', isn't it?"
"... Long-winded."
Elena turned her face and hummed unhappily.
"Anyway, all in all, I just don't want to be in the same room with that older cat lady for extra lessons."
"You will soon change your mind. Believe me, there will never be another witch in the UK who is better at transfiguration than Professor McGonagall - decades ago, she was
His attainments in transfiguration surpass mine. Especially when it comes to Animagus, I have many experiences that I will never be able to tell you—"
While speaking, Dumbledore suddenly stopped.
"Oh, we're here!"
…………
This is a small study located next to the corridor on the second floor of the castle.
There is a brass nameplate hanging on the door panel - [Minerva McGonagall]
"Okay, although this sentence is a bit redundant, I still plan to repeat it one last time -"
Dumbledore turned his head, looked at Elena and said seriously.
"When the knowledge in the textbooks or what you heard from other professors and elders, including what you heard from me... these things are inconsistent with the knowledge Professor McGonagall told you, use Professor McGonagall's
- In today's field of transfiguration, Professor McGonagall can be said to be the most rigorous, safest and most knowledgeable wizard -"
Dumbledore said as he raised his hand, about to knock on the door and tell Professor McGonagall that they had arrived.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened.
"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I have never heard this 'accepted' comment from anyone else."
Professor McGonagall walked out of her office, her expression stern and slightly tired.
"Have you really thought it through, Professor? And, Miss Kaslana..."
She frowned, stood at the door with her arms folded, and said thoughtfully.
"Animagus is an extremely complex magical technique, and you should be aware of its dangers. Although this is Mr. Nico Flamel's suggestion, I still have some doubts, not for the theory, but for
Do we need to be so anxious to learn and try this magic? Maybe...I mean, it's not too late to wait for two years."
Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes wandered between Dumbledore and Elena.
Although Dumbledore had already explained it before, Minerva McGonagall still planned to confirm it one last time.
"We have discussed this issue before, more than once."
Dumbledore nodded, glanced at Elena standing behind him, and said seriously.
"Considering Miss Kaslana's special physical condition and the teaching goals of Hogwarts, the two methods in parallel are obviously the best option at the moment - and we still have plenty of time to make adjustments before taking the final step.
"
"Of course, there is another reason..."
Dumbledore rubbed his brows with a headache and sighed softly.
"As a wizard, Miss Kaslana must eventually learn the art of transformation. If she has been unable to distinguish the difference between alchemy and transformation, as her magic power gradually increases, one day she will not be able to distinguish the difference between alchemy and transformation.
When you faint, something more terrifying may happen... Flamel should have demonstrated the specific situation to you once, right?"
"……I see."
Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, recalling the "testing site" that turned into hell in his mind.
Just a simple large-scale alchemy spell allowed her to fully understand the reason why the Ministry of Magic had sealed this subject for hundreds of years. Even with the bonus of the magic stone, it was enough to make people fearful.
She took a deep breath, turned and walked into the office.
"Follow me, Miss Kaslana, we are getting ready for class."
…………
This is a small study room.
There is a burning fireplace in the room. Next to the fireplace is a small sofa. Next to the sofa is an opening window with good lighting. The Quidditch pitch can be seen outside the window. Directly opposite the window is
It's a desk.
Behind the desk is a fixed bookcase integrated into the wall, with an old broom decorated on the top floor.
Other than that, there are no extraneous furnishings in the room.
"Please close the door, Miss Kaslana. And..."
Professor McGonagall returned to her seat and glanced curiously at Elena, who was looking around the room.
"Excuse me, is there anything weird in my office?"
"...It's not quite what I imagined. I thought it would be bigger and more spacious."
Elena closed the door gently and looked around with a frown.
This was almost the smallest room she had ever seen in Hogwarts Castle.
Not to mention the offices of other professors, in Elena's impression, even the office of the castle administrator Argus Filch might be slightly more spacious than this one. Learning magic in such a closed environment seems a bit dangerous.
.
"Bigger? Why do you think so?"
Professor McGonagall asked with great interest, not in a hurry to start teaching.
Her tone was completely different from what Elena was familiar with before. It was no longer so quick, crisp, and purposeful, but relaxed, dissociated, and in short, seemed more humane than usual.
"Obviously, you are the Vice Principal of Hogwarts, the Head of Gryffindor, and the Transfiguration Professor for decades..."
Elena crossed her fingers and counted the titles on Professor McGonagall's body carefully.
"So...does this have anything to do with the size of my office?"
"People with higher authority and ability should enjoy better resources - unless you give up voluntarily, but to be honest, I don't think this solitary monk's lifestyle is correct. It will leave most people at a loss as to what to do..."
"Miss Kaslana, it seems that you still fail to understand what contentment is and the limitations of material pursuits."
Professor McGonagall frowned, then quickly relaxed, and helplessly pointed to the box on the table.
"Anyway, let's have a cookie first, Miss Kaslana -"
"There's no weird stuff in it this time, right? I can taste it -"
Elena walked to the chair directly opposite Professor McGonagall and sat down, half-jokingly, while picking up a biscuit from the checkered biscuit box on the table and putting it in her mouth - well, it turned out to be the legendary one.
Ginger Salamander Cookies.
"Of course not, so I hope you can also control your bloodline abilities, okay?"
Professor McGonagall said calmly and waved her wand.
Two glasses of chilled apple juice appeared on her table.
With Professor Flitwick's tips and observations over the past year, McGonagall also found the trick to talking to Elena.
On the other hand, since that not-so-pleasant visit a year ago, her vigilance and sensitivity towards certain magic tricks have become much higher than before - with the appearance of apple juice, the atmosphere quickly
It calmed down.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a moment..."
Elena blinked her eyes to dissipate the [Charm: Irritability] magic that was "accidentally" mobilized.
Plan A failed, so now she can only eat snacks first, and then adapt to the situation - the legendary Veela bloodline is not so unsolvable, it works more on those who are not wary, otherwise the Veela would have ruled long ago
world.
No matter which emotion is amplified or induced, it is more similar to psychological suggestion than to the Imperius Curse.
"...So now, you can't hold it back anymore?"
Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment, staring at the little mixed-blood Veela who was sipping apple juice obediently.
As one of the top wizards in the magic world today, she can clearly detect the changes.
Along with Elena's not-so-sincere apology, this little guy who seemed a little annoying at first became cute and well-behaved in an instant. If it was normal, Mag would not be able to help but show gentleness towards Elena.
smile.
But the premise is that this is not the result of being affected by some damn magical ability!
"Eh? What do you mean - I can't hold it back -"
Elena was stunned for two seconds, looked at Professor McGonagall's gloomy face, and sighed helplessly.
Of course she knew what the vice-principal was thinking, but she could swear on her conscience that she really didn't activate any magical abilities this time, and she wasn't bored enough to unleash her power on an older cat girl.
improving capability.
Elena swallowed the salamander biscuit in her mouth, put down the glass, and said seriously.
"Would you believe it if I said this was a passive skill - I swear on this ginger salamander cookie -"