Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"Oh~ Dear Dean Osenna~ I have arrived at Hogwarts safely and have enrolled~ Everything is fine~ I hope you can also let Sister Carina know that I am safe~ Love you, Amanta Merlin~"

Pansy said in a shrill voice.

"Yo~ Your dear Muggle orphanage director! Let me imagine, do you usually pick up food from the trash can? You can't take a bath once a year, right?"

Perhaps her tone was too funny, and several students couldn't help laughing out loud.

Amanta stood up and held out her hand: “Give it back to me.”

She spoke each word with a gloomy and dark face.

Pansy stuck out her tongue and ran to the podium: "Huh? The Muggle orphan is angry, no, no! Who will give it back to you~"

She seemed so eager to see Amanta make a fool of herself that she didn't even care about her own image.

"Really? I hope you don't regret it."

Amanta looked at her as if she were a dead person.

Because I'm afraid Pansy herself is the only one who doesn't know -

Professor McGonagall had just walked into the classroom and was standing behind Pansy.

She frowned sternly, her voice trembling with anger.

"Ms. Parkinson, I hope you can explain what you are doing?"

Pansy was startled, and quickly put her hands behind her back with the letter in her hand, feeling guilty: "Professor McGonagall, I was just joking with...Amanta."

Professor McGonagall was not to be fooled so easily.

"Return the letter to Miss Merlin and apologize to her."

"I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Pansy said quickly and perfunctorily, glaring at Amanta.

"Five points from Slytherin. Although I don't want you to lose points on your first class at Hogwarts, I hope this will serve as a warning to you, Miss Parkinson."

The Slytherin students sitting in their seats looked at Pansy with some resentment in their eyes.

After all, this was only the first class of the new semester, and Slytherin was deducted five points. That’s five points!

The Slytherins were heartbroken.

Professor McGonagall looked at Pansy's back as she walked towards her seat and said loudly:

"If anyone acts mischievously in my classroom again, I will ask him to leave and never be allowed to come in again."

Pansy's back stiffened.

After everyone arrived, Professor McGonagall did not ask them to open their textbooks, nor did she start by introducing the course content. Instead, she first turned the mahogany desk into a little pink pig.

The students exclaimed in admiration.

Harry chuckled, for the pig reminded him of his cousin Dudley.

Draco whispered, "Harry, if you eat that much every day, Professor McGonagall will turn you into a pig."

Harry paled momentarily, obviously considering the possibility of this.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and transformed the desk back into its original shape.

"This is one of the most advanced transfiguration techniques, turning an object into an animal. You still need a long time of practice to reach this level..."

Harry sighed in disappointment.

"Amanta, I can only hope that you can learn quickly and turn Dudley into a pig as soon as possible."

Amanta raised an eyebrow: "I don't want to be taken to Azkaban."

"But turning you into a pig doesn't seem to violate any wizarding law."

Draco told Harry seriously.

They then took several pages of intricate and sophisticated notes, usually taken while Professor McGonagall spoke.

I have to say that Professor McGonagall's teaching speed was a little too fast. Even Amanta had just written down the sentence and hadn't had time to understand the meaning, but Professor McGonagall was already urging them to write down the next sentence.

Then, each of them was given a match, and their task was to try to turn the match into a needle.

"Vera Verto!"

The classroom was filled with the sound of Transfiguration spells.

Blaise Zabini, who was sitting in front of them, shouted the loudest, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, although he insisted it was because of the heat.

Harry and Draco tried their best, but their matches didn't budge.

After trying it for the twentieth time or so, Harry dropped his wand in exhaustion.

"Oh my god, I suspect that Transfiguration is a hoax. It's obviously just a match, how can it turn into a needle? This doesn't conform to the law of conservation of physics at all."

"Amanta, why don't you practice the Transfiguration spell?"

Draco looked at Amanta beside him. In the whole classroom, Amanta was the only one who was not casting the Transfiguration spell. She didn't even take out her wand.

She was carefully reading the notes she had just taken, trying to understand the meaning between each sentence.

"First, you need to fully understand the object being transformed, its size, shape, attributes... and imagine the relationship between the two..."

"Amanta, if you don't try now, this class will be over soon."

Harry urged, obviously more anxious than Amanta.

"I just want to see if anyone can really turn a match into a needle, so that I can know that I am not dreaming."

Amanta smiled slightly: "No hurry."

She read the last sentence: "The amplitude of the wand shaking must be extremely precise, which is related to the size of the object being transformed..."

She glanced over her notes again to make sure she hadn't missed anything, then raised her wand.

"Vera Verto——"

The round head of the match quickly shrank, a hole appeared in the middle, and the wooden stick became thinner and thinner, finally turning silver.

Although the other end is not as sharp as a real needle, it is undoubtedly a needle.

Professor McGonagall looked over and gave the only smile she had given this class.

"Well done, Miss Merlin."

She showed the class the needle that Amanta had turned into, and then she picked up a match and demonstrated the spell to turn the match into a needle.

"I may not have any magical talent...I may not fail all the final exams."

Harry complained despairingly after class.

Amanta comforted him, "It's okay, we still have our SO team."

SO Group, this is the name Amanta gave to their study skills sharing alliance.

S comes from the first letters of the English word "study", and O stands for the most ideal final result (outstanding).

Harry immediately became interested: "By the way, how did you learn to turn matches into needles so quickly? Professor, I really want to learn."

"…I still have things to do. Meet in the common room tonight. Don't forget your mission."

Amanta reminded him.

Although there was only one class in the morning of the first grade, she still had a few things to do before waiting for dinner to start in the auditorium.

Draco spoke up, "I'm going to the Owlery, do you want to come with me?"

"No, I don't think I have anyone to write to, and no one to write to me." Harry spread his hands.

"Amanta, don't you have a letter to deliver?"