Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

The person who came was the Slytherin male student head boy Parkinson.

There was a sinister flash in Parkinson's eyes.

Agas had indeed never offended him, but as a prefect, he would not allow a freshman to challenge the authority of Slytherin.

Warrington looked at Agas again and nodded silently.

He wished that this person would disappear from his sight.

Parkinson leaned close to Warrington's ear and said a few words, then patted him on the shoulder and stood up and left.

"George! Fred!"

Agas shuddered all over.

"Why do I feel so cold?"

George and Fred looked at Agas at the same time, who had just finished his meal and was very hot, had taken off his school robe and was wearing a small vest.

The two looked at each other and continued eating.

There's something wrong with you. How can you not be cold wearing so little?

Agas didn't think much about it. After finishing his meal, he took out a small handkerchief from Gellert and wiped his mouth.

Just as he was about to throw it back into the plate, he looked at the orchid pattern drawn on the handkerchief and the oil stains on it. After thinking for a while, he placed the handkerchief on the table, folded it neatly, and put it back in his arms.

Give it back to Gellert and say it was used by Albus.

This can't be thrown away or washed.

Hey.

"Agas, let's go."

The twins, who had already eaten and packed themselves up, pulled Agas up, and walked arm in arm towards the Transfiguration classroom on the third floor.

As soon as the three of them entered the classroom, they went straight to the last row and sat down.

The time slowly came to twelve fifty-five. Before the class bell rang, students from the two colleges were seen running in one after another.

On the first day of class, these students were still unable to conquer the moving stairs.

When Agas and the other two came up the stairs, they didn't understand the next step of the stairs and were directly sent to the sixth floor. It took them a while to get to the third floor. Fortunately, after dinner, they had enough time to figure out how to go upstairs.

Before they entered the classroom, they saw several Gryffindors trapped on the stairs to the second floor.

I can only say that Ms. Ravenclaw is worthy of her for coming up with such an interesting change.

If Agas hadn't been in a hurry to attend class, he would have wanted to squat beside the stairs and study them carefully. How interesting it is, just like the Bagua formation in the East, with endless variations.

After Agas and the other two took their seats, George pointed to a tabby cat with square patterns around its eyes that was lying on the podium.

"Look, there's a big fat cat."

Fred and Agas followed George's hand.

The fat cat heard George's shouting, widened his eyes and looked at George quietly.

Agas smiled ingratiatingly at the cat.

He reached out and covered George's mouth tightly.

You are so bold, brother, you even dare to make fun of your own dean.

However, what Agas didn't expect was that it was useless for him to cover a person's mouth.

Because his brothers who shared the same thoughts also said loudly: "This fat cat can understand us. Look! It's looking at us!"

Fred pulled out a licorice stick from his trouser pocket and waved it at the tabby cat from a distance as wide as a classroom. "Tsk tsk tsk, meow meow meow~ come here, come here!"

Hopeless.

Agas loosened his hand from around George's mouth.

He picked up his things and sat in another row of the classroom.

The tabby cat glared at the two of them with a hint of shame and anger in his eyes, until the bell rang for class, then he suddenly jumped down from the podium.

As he landed, Professor McGonagall, the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts and the head of Gryffindor, appeared in front of everyone with a bang.

"Professor McGonagall?" they both exclaimed.

Agas rolled his eyes. These two people really didn't want to open any books.

He didn't even know that his dean was one of the seven Animagus that existed in this century.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha." George laughed awkwardly, opened the book to cover his head, and turned sideways to wink at Agas.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

I covered your mouth. Agas put his hand over his mouth, made a look, and then pointed at Fred.

It's all Fred's fault! The two silent people cursed in their hearts at the same time.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Weasley, and of course, put away your snacks."

Professor McGonagall raised her wand and tapped Fred who was standing there in shock.

"I must tell you that Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell you will learn in Hogwarts. If anyone acts mischievously in my class, I will ask him to leave and never allow him to come in again."

Professor McGonagall said as she looked in the direction of the twins and also glanced at the gloating Agas.

"In the first lesson, we are going to learn how to change the image of an object." Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at the podium.

"Just like this." Under her spell, the dark brown podium turned into a little fat pig that made a grunting sound, and the people below the podium exclaimed in surprise.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it's still difficult for you to transform an object into a living thing."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and transformed the pig back into its podium form.

"Please open the Elementary Transfiguration Guide."

"Let's start with the simplest. On top of each of your tables, there is a needle."

Professor McGonagall raised the needle in her hand and waved it. In an instant, the tiny needle turned into a knife under Professor McGonagall's spell.

"Like me, please pick up this needle, think of one thing in your mind, wave your magic wand, and turn this needle into what you want in your mind."

"Professor!" A Gryffindor sitting in the front row raised his hand.

"Go ahead, Ms. Gryup."

"Excuse me, if I learn Transfiguration, can I conjure up some snacks to eat?"

"Well, Ms. Gryup, you have pointed out a mistake that all beginners in Transfiguration make."

Professor McGonagall turned the needle into a plate of dessert.

"Transfiguration only changes the external appearance of an object, but does not change the essence of the object. And, you see."

As time passed, the plate of snacks in Professor McGonagall's hand slowly turned back into a needle and appeared in her palm.

"The duration of the Transfiguration is determined by the magic power of the caster. The stronger the magic power, the longer the Transfiguration can last."

"On the contrary, if there really is a fool who turns this needle into food and eats it, what do you think will happen after the transformation is completed?"

Everyone in the audience could imagine the changes in the needle in the stomach, and the atmosphere in the classroom became even quieter.

well.

Professor McGonagall looked at everyone's serious expressions and then nodded with satisfaction.