Hogwarts: What wicked thoughts could a little wizard possibly have?

Chapter 20 The Professor's Invitation

Professor McGonagall led Vaughn to her office.

Located on the second floor, it offers a view of the Quidditch pitch from the window, a small privilege of the vice-principal, satisfying her love for Quidditch.

Back in her office, Professor McGonagall seemed less serious; she even offered Vaughn a small cookie before asking:

"Mr. Weasley, I couldn't ask in detail during class, but I think you've practiced Transfiguration at home in private, haven't you?"

"Yes, Professor, use my brother's textbook."

"I think I've repeatedly emphasized to your brothers how dangerous it is," Professor McGonagall said, pursing her lips.

Vaughn nodded: "So I've only tried object transformation, Professor, starting with small things, like Percy wrote in his notes, starting with simple transformations, then trying more complex ones... That's part of my experience."

He pulled out the notebook filled with notes, "A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration," and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall flipped through it: "A new book? Did you review it again before school started?"

"Yes, Professor."

Professor McGonagall fell silent, focusing intently on the book. After a long while, she closed it and smiled with a hint of satisfaction: "I see, Mr. Weasley. You are very well prepared, and your records of each transformation are very detailed."

She didn't show her surprise, but sighed inwardly.

At first, Professor McGonagall thought that Vaughn had only scratched the surface, or that he had some basic knowledge due to tutoring from his brothers.

But after reviewing the notes, she realized that Vaughn's mastery of Transfiguration had actually reached an advanced level, evidenced by the last page of the textbook:

"...Today I successfully turned the dried fish from the fruit tea into a mouse. For a moment, I thought I had created life, but it was clearly not. The mouse's behavior was pre-programmed; it was just a puppet that looked like a mouse. It lacked the liveliness of life. But this aspect is beyond my current knowledge. How do more advanced transformations solve this problem?"

"Spells require corresponding emotions, and is Transfiguration also subject to this process? Perhaps the transformation from inanimate to living, and the alteration of life itself, must begin with the target's thoughts and emotions? Or memories?"

It must be said that Professor McGonagall was deeply moved when she saw that passage.

It wasn't because of Vaughn's progress in Transfiguration, but because of his thoughts and conjectures about Transfiguration!

Such a genius... why Slytherin?

After a moment's hesitation, Professor McGonagall, a vice-principal who had upheld fairness and impartiality throughout her life, finally said dryly, "Mr. Weasley, you know, not all students learn at the same pace; some students are just...more talented..."

She has never liked to categorize students into different classes, but that's the reality.

She continued, "For students who are learning at a faster pace, Headmaster Dumbledore encouraged professors in each subject to hold clubs to provide more targeted instruction..."

"Mr. Weasley, would you be willing to join my Transformers Club?"

Her face flushed slightly, as if she were secretly trying to steal someone else's partner.

But she still looked at Vaughn expectantly.

Since the professor has the authority to extend an invitation, the invitee naturally has the right to refuse.

Under her earnest gaze, Vaughn smiled and said:

"I am honored, Professor McGonagall."

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"So, you joined the Transformers Club?"

"The Great Hall, the Gryffindor table," Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course, Professor McGonagall said my level is sufficient, and the classroom can't teach me anything more right now. The other members in the club are at least fourth-year students, so I can continue learning there instead of wasting time in the classroom."

Vaughn ate while filling out the form, which was the club's application form.

Hermione stared at it, her eyes practically sparkling, and asked hesitantly, "If—I mean, if I could perfectly turn a match into a needle like you did today, would I also have a chance?"

"Not necessarily," Vaughn thought for a moment, "but you can try applying to Professor McGonagall later."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw Hermione hurriedly grab two pieces of bread and dash towards the library like a gust of wind.

She has clearly found new motivation to strive!

Sitting next to the two, Harry and Ron, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, looked at each other in bewilderment. These two guys were starting to show their true colors as academic underachievers.

Everything at Hogwarts was new and exciting to them.

Studying? Isn't it better to play around?

They didn't quite understand Hermione's envy and aspirations.

I don't think it's something to be happy about for Vaughn to join any club or take a few more classes.

At least Ron was more concerned about the snake shield badge on Vaughn's chest.

Seeing Vaughn still sitting at the Gryffindor table, and even having snatched a piece of roast meat from him, he finally couldn't help but retort, "Why don't you go to the Slytherin table instead of trying to steal from us? You think Harry's easy to bully, don't you?"

Harry: "?"

I don't really understand you Weasleys...

Vaughn didn't say anything, slowly finished his barbecue, then took out a small bag from his backpack and opened it.

Inside is a brand new, complete wand care kit!

Ron's eyes widened, and Harry could almost hear him swallowing.

This tactic is all too familiar!

Ron's face flushed red with a mixture of longing and anger; he wanted to grab the bag and throw it at Vaughn's hateful face.

But his long-standing experience of oppression and the high price of the maintenance kit made him unable to muster the courage.

Based on his past experience, he knew that Vaughn, that devil, would once again exploit his desires to tempt him into submission.

He decided that he would not give in today no matter what, a conviction that Gryffindor had when facing Slytherin!

Then, he felt a hand pat his head:

"Here you go, Ron. You'll need it during your Charms class this afternoon... Study hard and stop playing around!"

When Ron looked up again, Vaughn was already far away, with only the open bag remaining on the seat.

Ron watched his figure recede into the distance, eventually disappearing around the corner.

Harry, who was watching all this, suddenly noticed that Ron's eyes were red. This usually carefree friend was sniffling like a primary school student, with tears streaming down his face. He reached out, grabbed the care set and hugged it tightly.

Sobbing, she asked, "Harry, not all Slytherins are bad, right?"

Harry suddenly realized that Ron had always been worried about his brother changing, but he just didn't know how to express it.

He was gently patted on the shoulder, and Ha Li nodded vigorously: "Mmm!"

the other side.

Vaughn hummed a cheerful tune as he walked toward the Slytherin common room.

Who said he only has one trick up his sleeve?