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The arrival of the three wizarding schools was like throwing stones of different colors into the ancient lake of Hogwarts, making the already vibrant Castle even more bustling.
Conversations in different accents, wildly varying styles of robes, novel and interesting magical trinkets, and the curious exploration of every corner of the Castle had become the norm these days.
For the sake of communication and management, the guests were distributed among the four houses.
Perhaps due to a similarity in temperament, many figures wearing cranberry-colored school robes appeared in the Slytherin and Ravenclaw common rooms.
Although Ilvermorny's division of "bloodlines" differed from Slytherin's, it coincided with certain atmospheres within Slytherin.
Their thirst for knowledge also fit well with Ravenclaw's academic atmosphere. One could often see Ilvermorny students debating different interpretations of Ancient Runes with Ravenclaws.
Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, on the other hand, welcomed more guests from the other two schools...
Transfiguration class.
Today's classroom was exceptionally crowded because students from the three schools had joined in.
On the podium, Professor McGonagall stood as straight as ever with a serious expression, but an observant person would notice she was wearing a new brooch today.
"The content we are learning today has increased in difficulty."
Professor McGonagall's clear voice echoed through the classroom.
"The rat in front of you will no longer be turned into a goblet or a button. Your goal is to turn it into a cat of roughly the same size. This involves the transformation between life forms and is the... foundation for moving toward advanced Transfiguration, and even understanding human Transfiguration in the future."
She emphasized the word "foundation," her gaze sweeping over the eager students below. Then, she began to explain the key techniques to watch for during the transformation in detail.
"Now," Professor McGonagall said finally, tapping the podium with her wand, "you may begin your attempts. Remember, precision and control are more important than speed."
The students immediately sprang into action.
Most of the Hogwarts students raised their wands, brows furrowed, chanting incantations at the shivering rats.
The Ilvermorny students also used wands, but their starting stances and the rhythm of their incantations had distinct American characteristics. A few students from Castelobruxo took out dried leaves or small stones from their pouches to assist in guiding the form.
Amina, sitting next to Lynn, did not touch the wand on the table.
She rubbed her hands together as if warming up, and then her fingers began to shift through complex hand gestures rapidly. Her lips moved, and her eyes were focused intently on the grey-furred rat.
A visible radiance flowed from her fingertips, enveloping the rat.
The rat's form began to fluctuate and reshape unstably.
Fur receded and regrew, bones made slight clicking sounds, the tail shortened, and the head transformed... The entire process was fluid and rhythmic, appearing more "organic" compared to Transfiguration that relied on wands and fixed spells.
Finally, the radiance dissipated.
The rat in front of her had disappeared, replaced by a hairless cat.
Amina let out a satisfied breath, a smile appearing on her face as she gently stroked the hairless cat's head.
Lynn looked at the cat, then at Amina's slightly proud expression, and couldn't help but tease: "I didn't expect this. The difference between your Transfiguration level and the Alchemy level you showed during the competition is really quite significant."
Hearing this, Amina immediately turned to glare at Lynn, lowering her voice to retort: "That time at the Alchemy competition was a combination of multiple accidents! Besides, we Uagadou students are naturally gifted in Transfiguration, especially Animagus!"
Her tone carried pride in her school's traditions.
At the mention of Animagus, Lynn was indeed a bit speechless. He hadn't learned it, for a simple and blunt reason: it required keeping a Mandrake leaf in one's mouth for a long time, which interfered too much with eating, and one couldn't cast spells after turning into an animal.
Seeing Lynn fall silent, Amina thought she had found a chance to get back at him. She poked Lynn's arm:
"By the way, Lynn, I think... is that strict Professor McGonagall on the podium an Animagus?"
Lynn was truly surprised this time.
The fact that Professor McGonagall was an Animagus was common knowledge at Hogwarts, but Amina had only been here for a few days—how did she figure it out?
"How do you know?"
Amina shrugged. "Just... a feeling. Observing her movements, her eyes, and her... anyway, looking at her just makes me feel like she is. Some teachers and students at our school who are good at Transfiguration give off a similar feeling." Her explanation was a bit mystical, but her eyes were certain.
Alright. Lynn had no response.
Magical talent is sometimes just that unreasonable.
"Ahem~" Amina cleared her throat and pointed to the rat in front of Lynn. "Lynn, I think you'd better finish the class assignment first before satisfying your curiosity. You wouldn't happen to be... bad at Transfiguration, would you?" She intentionally dragged out her words.
Lynn: "..."
He casually picked up the wand on the table. He didn't put on a serious posture like the other students; his wrist just gave a seemingly casual flick, and the tip of the wand tapped lightly.
A silver light flashed around the grey-furred rat in front of him, and its volume instantly expanded and transformed—the speed was so fast that the process was almost a blur.
The silver light dissipated.
A round-headed British Shorthair cat with silver-grey fur sat dignified on the table, even raising a front paw to lick it.
The transformation was completed cleanly and efficiently, with a stable form and vivid details; even the honest gaze unique to British Shorthairs was simulated.
Amina stared at the British Shorthair for two seconds and clicked her tongue twice. "Tsk, I thought I could finally mock your Transfiguration level. What a pity."
She turned her head back to continue "fine-tuning" her somewhat overly active hairless cat.
Lynn smiled and didn't mind.
At some point, Professor McGonagall on the podium had walked nearby. Her gaze lingered for a moment on Lynn's British Shorthair and Amina's hairless cat, a flash of approval in her eyes before she returned to her serious demeanor and moved toward the next student who needed guidance...
The class time flew by in focused practice and occasional whispered conversations.
In the blink of an eye, it was lunchtime.
Students left the classroom in groups of two or three, flooding into the Great Hall.
Lynn and his companions walked into the Great Hall together and took their seats at the long table.
The aroma of food was pleasant. Lynn had just picked up a roasted chicken leg and hadn't had time to put it in his mouth when—
"I want to duel you! This Saturday, Dueling Club, do you dare?!"
A roar full of anger erupted from the direction of the Slytherin table, instantly drowning out most of the noise in the Great Hall.
Countless gazes turned simultaneously toward the source of the sound.
Marcus Flint of Slytherin was seen with eyes wide in anger, his finger almost poking the nose of a boy opposite him.
His face was flushed red and his chest was heaving; he was clearly furious.
The one he was targeting was an old acquaintance—Ryan Sanderson of Ilvermorny.
Facing Marcus's challenge, Ryan Sanderson was equally unyielding. He slapped away the hand pointing at him.
"If you're incompetent and can't cast a spell in Charms class, don't come here talking big! Saturday's Dueling Club, is it? I accept!"