10: Transfiguration and the Tabby Cat

10: Transfiguration and the Tabby Cat

There was a Transfiguration class on Monday.

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"Hmm..?"

When John woke up, he first saw Tom's affectionate tongue.

Still sleepy, he walked to the table and poured a big spoonful of dog food for Tom before going to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Yawn~ Ah, what day it is?"

Looking at himself in the mirror, John felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Oh no, today is Transfiguration class!"

Last night's adventure went a bit late, and after returning and doing some exercise, John fell straight to sleep.

He walked out in a hurry and saw the alarm clock that fell on the ground, covered with Tom's saliva.

No wonder he didn't hear the alarm, it turned out Tom had played with it like a chew toy.

Putting on his wizard robes, when John walked out of the dormitory, the Slytherin common room was already empty.

In the corridor, he started envying the Weasley twins.

Because they always found convenient shortcuts, it was good that John was quite fit.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, there was still time for breakfast.

Hermione had been looking around, and seeing John approach, she waved to greet him.

John sat next to Hermione and glanced at Hermione who was still in a cold war with Harry and Ron, but he didn't say anything about that.

"Where's Neville, did he oversleep or get lost again?"

From John's understanding, Neville often lost things or got lost himself.

"His toad is missing. He's looking for it in the Gryffindor common room." Hermione was eating buttered bread, with some crumbs on the corners of her mouth.

She deliberately slowed her pace to wait for John.

Otherwise, at her normal speed, she'd already be on her way to class.

John cut his fried egg and put it in his mouth. He helplessly said: "Well, I think I know what to give Neville for Christmas - he needs a cage to properly keep Trevor in."

Noticing the bread crumbs on Hermione's mouth, John pointed at his own mouth corners to indicate to her.

When Hermione reacted, her little face seemed to be painted with blush.

When John had almost finished eating, Neville finally came back from being lost.

This was the fourth time Neville got lost, John felt he should give him a map or something.

After sitting down, Neville took out his Remembrall, cluelessly looking at the red ball.

It would turn red when one forgets something.

But Neville never knew what he had forgotten.

John looked him over and said: "Neville, you may not get to eat breakfast this time."

"Why?" Neville was dispirited, having just made it to the Great Hall.

Looking rather sympathetically at Neville, John held up two fingers: "Two reasons. One is that class is about to start, and the other is that you need to go back to the dormitory."

"Because you forgot your robes." Hermione chimed.

"Five points to Slytherin!!"

As the first to finish, Professor McGonagall awarded John points.

What John thought was poor work was quite satisfactory to Professor McGonagall.

For a beginner who missed one class, this was already very good.

Due to transfiguration's difficulty, even the know-it-all Miss Hermione didn't accomplish it.

After class ended, John had just left when Hermione hurriedly caught up.

"How did you do it?"

Exerting her scholarly instincts persistently asking, Hermione was still sore about not finishing the transformation.

John couldn't admit to having outside help, only saying he saw Professor McGonagall's demonstration when she had visited his residence.

Luckily the know-it-all didn't question for long.

In the corridor, John stared at the armor statue.

"What are you looking at, John?" Hermione stopped to ask.

Behind John, an enchanted painting character also leaned over, equally curious.

John scratched his smooth chin, muttering to himself: "This thing seems a good weight material."

Hearing his muttering, the oil painting lord opened his mouth wide - what kind of young wizard would think of weights?

John has always been a man who dares to take action. He set his eyes on the medieval armor, or more precisely, the sword in the armor's hand.

While the armor also made a good weight choice, its size was too big and unwieldy for movement.

Instead, the sword could be carried on his back and also used as exercise equipment when not running.

"I'll take the sword tonight."

A gleam of plotting appeared in his eyes, worrying the lifeless Mr. Armor.

Besides the Gryffindor common room, Hermione's most frequent destination was the library.

The bookworm had curiosity for all things, except Divination.

John was also dragged along, mainly to familiarize himself with the Restricted Section's location.

Picking up a copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, he started pretending to read.

The library had strict rules.

If any noise disturbed the library, caretaker Irma Pince would let you know how powerful she is.

Just now, John saw Neville, who had eaten too many beans at noon, being chased and beaten by a broom.

John felt sympathy for the books which were now dirty by food particles.

The time came to the evening.

After cleaning the trophy display room, John quietly came to the armor in the corridor.

Poor lifeless armor sir, he awoke the next day to find his sword missing.

For a time this became a mystery around Hogwarts.

Only Filch insisted stubbornly that it was the Weasley twins' doing.

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