10 Classes (2/2)

”What do you mean?” Asked Hermione with a confused look.

Draco didn't say anything and faced forward looking at the cat,

Hermione looked shocked, ”Do you mean?”

Just as she spoke our savior and his lanky tall red-headed friend finally arrived,

”We made it.” Ron said, ”Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late.”

As soon he said that the cat in front of them suddenly transfigured into Professor McGonagall as she appeared in front of Ron's face. Everyone looked amazed except Draco.

”That was bloody brilliant.” Said Ron with his face wide open.

”Oh! Thank you for the assessment, Mr. Weasley, perhaps it will be more useful if I transfigure you and Mr. Potter into a pocket watch.” Professor McGonagall said sarcastically, ”That way maybe one of you will be in time.”

”We got lost.” Said, Harry.

”Perhaps a Map, I trust you don't need one to find your seats,” McGonagall said as she walked towards Draco.

”Mr. Malfoy, you were the only one who found that I was an animagus.” McGonagall said shocking some people, ”Can you tell me how?”

'Well, I watch the movies, you know?'

”There are only 7 known registered Animagi in the world, and I knew you were one of them.” Draco replied casually,

”Very Well.” Replied McGonagall not as impressed,

Draco shrugged his shoulders, he was here to learn and not to impress her, and even if he did want to, he couldn't come up with an excuse other than that for knowing that she is an animagus.

Soon she walked up in front of the class,

”Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,” she said. ”Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.”

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started. Even Draco was impressed by her.

After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. Draco sighed and waved his wand around and started pouring dense mana into it, The match slowly turned into a golden needle with some designs on it, like his wand.

Professor McGonagall who was walking around looking at her student's work was surprised.

”Marvelous, Mr. Malfoy.” She commented looking at the needle. ”This is one of the finest work, I have seen a first year do.” She said showing the class the needle.

”5 points to Slytherin.”

Hermione looked at Draco's needle in frustration, ”Need some help?” Draco said.

Hermione just glared at him for a while and continued working on her match.

”Sigh! when you put magic into the match, can you feel it?” Draco said, ”The magic transferring from your hand to your wand?”

Hermione looked at him and nodded.

”Good, now is the easier part. Since you are from a muggle school... your imagination and information on science are quite high I assume, so put that into use.”

Hermione nodded and started doing her own work.

Draco only gave her a hint as judging from her character, she wouldn't appreciate if he taught her everything.

Draco could only be considered fairly decent at transfiguration since he still couldn't transform things into living animals yet, every time he tries to do it he just falls into an existential crisis about how a non living thing could be transformed into a living breathing animal, Magic you might say but that still doesn't help since you need to understand the core of transfiguration to perform the magic itself, so every time Draco tries to perform a transfiguration spell he always somehow end of questioning, what is life?

By the end of the lesson, only Hermione and Theodore had made any difference to their match to which the Professor complimented them.

The Next class was Defense Against the Dark, Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban.

Draco was trying to hold his laughter back the whole time, 'Voldemort must be really desperate to get the stone.' He was wondering how he was doing inside the Turban with this idiot running around, blabbing non-sense all day.