Harry Potter : This Progress Too Much

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On the second floor of Hogwarts, David walked into the Transfiguration classroom.

The first thing that caught his eye was a tabby cat lying on the podium. There was a distinctive pattern around its eyes, resembling a pair of glasses—just like the ones Professor McGonagall wore.

David quickly averted his gaze and hurried into the classroom.

His roommates were already seated, chatting amongst themselves. As soon as they noticed him, they called out.

"David, where have you been all morning? We didn't see you when we woke up!"

"I was getting familiar with Hogwarts with a senior," David replied casually as he took a seat next to Michael.

"Senior Penelope?" Terry asked with a knowing look.

Judging by the way Penelope Clearwater had treated David and the other first-year Ravenclaws yesterday, it was clear she had taken a special interest in him.

"Yeah," David admitted.

"You're so lucky!" Terry sighed enviously.

By now, nearly all the Ravenclaws had arrived, and David was among the last. He glanced around the classroom, noting that a few students from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were still missing.

His gaze landed on Cassandra, the Slytherin girl he had met on the train. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment before she turned away. Unlike most Slytherins, Cassandra was sitting alone, choosing not to mingle with her housemates.

Hermione, on the other hand, had already found a desk partner. The two were deep in conversation, seemingly getting along well.

As David observed his classmates, something caught his attention—a Hufflepuff girl behaving oddly.

This could be interesting.

David straightened in his seat, his gaze locking onto the scene unfolding near the podium.

A young witch from Hufflepuff, Crossan Pullman, was creeping toward the tabby cat. Her hands were tucked into her robe pockets, and her movements were cautious, as if she were holding something.

David squinted. It looked like she was holding… dried fish?

He stifled a laugh. Typical Hufflepuff—always carrying snacks.

Holding the dried fish in one hand, Crossan inched closer to the cat. With her other hand, she prepared to pet it as soon as it took the bait.

Back home, she had a Maine Coon with Kneazle blood, a pet she had raised since childhood. She had been devastated to leave it behind due to Hogwarts' pet restrictions. Having gone two days without stroking a cat, she was desperate.

This one looked too cool to pass up.

Her plan was simple: lure the cat with food, coax it back to Hufflepuff, and convince everyone it was a Hogwarts-native pet.

Just as the dried fish neared the cat's mouth, a group of Hufflepuffs entered the classroom.

One of them—a sharp-eyed girl—rushed forward, grabbing Crossan's wrist and pulling her back.

"Wait!" the girl hissed.

The rest of the class turned to watch.

The girl looked a little pale as she whispered, "That's not an ordinary cat!"

Crossan blinked in confusion.

"My sister told me about this when I was nine," the girl explained hurriedly. "Professor McGonagall likes to test first-years by turning into a cat before class. A few years ago, some Hufflepuff students tried to pet her, and they were terrified when she transformed!"

David smirked. So Professor McGonagall was pulling her usual trick—fishing for unsuspecting students.

Sure enough, the tabby cat cast a sharp glance at Crossan.

Had her friend not intervened, she would have been the next victim of McGonagall's little prank.

The class bell rang, but Professor McGonagall was still nowhere to be seen.

Although there was no teacher present, none of the students dared to misbehave. Professor McGonagall had left a strong impression on them yesterday—strict, serious, and not someone to be trifled with.

But after ten minutes, murmurs spread through the room.

"Where is she?"

"Do professors even get late?"

"Maybe she got lost?" someone joked.

David overheard a few Gryffindor students speculating whether she was on a date.

He nearly choked.

How bold of them! Calling her old would be enough to land them in trouble.

Just then, the classroom door burst open.

A flustered Harry and Ron stumbled in.

The class went silent.

The two boys glanced around, relieved that Professor McGonagall wasn't present.

"If McGonagall were here, can you imagine how furious she'd be?" Ron muttered to Harry, barely hiding his grin.

David almost laughed. What an idiot.

Before Ron could celebrate, the tabby cat leaped off the desk. Midair, its body twisted and transformed.

Professor McGonagall landed gracefully on her feet, her expression unreadable.

Ron froze.

His face drained of color.

Professor McGonagall's gaze was cold as steel.

"How interesting," she said dryly. "It seems Mr. Weasley finds me old and amusing."

Ron gulped.

McGonagall continued, "Perhaps it would be more effective if I transfigured Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley into pocket watches. Then, they would learn the importance of punctuality."

The class erupted into muffled snickers.

"We got lost!" Harry blurted, desperate to explain.

"Then perhaps I should turn you into a map," McGonagall said sharply.

A few students clapped their hands over their mouths, stifling their laughter.

But in the end, Professor McGonagall let them off with a warning.

"You don't need a map to find your seats. Take them now."

Ron and Harry scrambled to their desks, faces burning with embarrassment.

David couldn't help but grin.

McGonagall's method of introducing Transfiguration was clever. By using Animagus transformation, she not only captured the students' interest but also reminded them of the power and complexity of the subject.

More importantly, she made sure they would never forget this lesson.

For the rest of the period, Professor McGonagall launched into a lecture on the fundamentals of Transfiguration. She explained the importance of precision, willpower, and concentration, emphasizing that even a slight mistake could lead to disastrous results.

After demonstrating a flawless transformation of a matchstick into a needle, she gave them their first assignment: attempting the same spell.

David focused, wand steady.

It would take time to master, but he was already looking forward to it.

If there was one thing Hogwarts had proven so far, it was that magic was far more fascinating than he had ever imagined.

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