Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

The days of schooling at Hogwarts are easy and comfortable.

Obviously holding the spell for a long time can't break a fart, but can walk in various subjects at Hogwarts without any pressure.

Especially Herbology and Potions, which were tailor-made for Dudley.

There were almost no questions he couldn't answer, no herbs he didn't know, no potions he couldn't brew.

In the history of magic, Dudley is even more eloquent. Even Professor Binns, who has always been forgetful, can now call Dudley's name.

As long as there are these subjects on the day, the added points will be more than Hermione in a week.

This hit Miss Know-It-All hard.

Of course, although Dudley has an extremely rich reserve of theoretical knowledge, he also has relatively troublesome subjects, and there are still two subjects.

One is Charms and the other is Transfiguration.

In fact, if you insist on counting, there is also flying class, but that subject is purely a hobby, and it is not valued more than the sub-subject of Tianchao Primary School.

Not even the final exam.

Some little wizards really can't learn to fly.

Charms and Transfiguration classes are not enough for theoretical knowledge, but practical exercises are also required, that is, you need to wave a magic wand.

Especially Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class, she herself is the dean of Gryffindor, and has always been known for her strictness and fairness.

Once she made a mistake, even if it was Gryffindor, she would not make a mistake.

Harry finished exercising this morning and went back to the dormitory to change clothes. On the way to class with Ron, he met Peeves, a super, super mischievous ghost. Under the teasing of the other party, he went down the wrong stairs and rushed to the transformation class classroom It's already class time.

"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall hasn't come yet."

Looking at the neat little wizards sitting in the classroom and the empty podium, Ron said very fortunately.

With that said, Ron took Harry and started looking for a seat.

The two of them didn't seem to notice that the entire classroom was surprisingly quiet even though the professor hadn't arrived yet. All the little wizards were sitting neatly on the chairs, sitting upright.

Today's Transfiguration class was a big class, and young wizards of the same grade from the four colleges would gather together. The seats in the classroom were all full, and only two seats were left vacant in the front row.

The two just walked over.

"Hey, Harry, look over there."

Just when Harry opened the seat and was about to sit down, he suddenly heard Ron say, looking along the point he was pointing at, and then he froze.

There was a cat lying on the podium, a tabby cat to be precise.

Harry thought the cat looked familiar, he seemed to have seen it somewhere but couldn't remember it.

"Little guy, whose little baby are you?"

Ron imitated the way Dudley teased Mrs. Norris before, and wanted to pet the tabby, but the other party deftly dodged it.

After giggling a few times, Ron took out a few pieces of crumpled dried fish from his pocket, and waved them at the tiger.

It was prepared by him to deal with Mrs. Norris, trying to bribe her like Dudley, but it was useless.

Mrs. Norris wouldn't even touch it.

Poor quality small dried salted fish (dogs don't even eat it)

Dudley could clearly see the mark on the dried fish in Ron's hand.

He didn't seem to notice that after he took out the dried fish, the eyes of the little wizards around him gradually became strange.

Only Harry suddenly realized something, and turned to look at the most prominent place in the classroom, which was Dudley's position.

He saw Dudley give him a slight nod.

Dudley, who is a severe cat sucker, sees that the cat sits well instead of masturbating. Guess why?

At that moment Harry felt nothing but tingling in his scalp.

He remembered that when he saw this cat, it was Professor McGonagall who changed it.

It's a pity that it's too late to stop Ron, this guy has already passed the dried fish over.

Maybe I couldn't bear it anymore, maybe I was afraid that I would really smell the dried fish, accompanied by a rapid transformation.

The tabby was transformed into Professor McGonagall in an instant.

At that moment, Ron was dumbfounded.

"Okay, students. I just demonstrated the transformation of Animagus for you. This is a profound transformation spell. If you have a chance in the future, you can also try it."

"Of course that's after getting O's Transformation Curse in your O.W.Ls exam."

Professor McGonagall lowered his face, unable to see any expression.

Ron didn't even dare to look up at her.

This is simply a public execution.

"Two points deducted from Gryffindor for being late to class."

"I think you should find a place to sit instead of standing here in a daze, and thank you Mr. Weasley for the dried fish, but I suggest it's better to throw it away because it's not fresh anymore."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and Ron blushed even more.

At this moment, he wanted to die.

Simply. Simply too unlucky.

Unfortunately, his unlucky experience has only just begun.

Because the behavior just now has successfully made Professor McGonagall keep an eye on him.

We all know what it means to be watched by the teacher in the classroom.

This transformation lesson involves turning a small stick into a needle.

Hermione is worthy of being a top student. She was the first to change the stick. After a series of perfect, standard, textbook-level chanting and movements, the end of the stick became pointed and full of metal texture.

"Perfect, two points for Gryffindor."

Hearing the extra points, Hermione finally had a smile on her face. She was sitting upright and flipping through the desk. The pages of the book were slightly yellowed. At first glance, there were many transfiguration books with a lot of history.

While Dudley took advantage of Professor McGonagall's appreciating Hermione's Transfiguration Curse, he quietly squeezed the wooden stick with one hand, and then shook it hard with the other hand.

Thus a toothpick was born.

Professor McGonagall walked in front of Dudley and nodded in the same way.

"Yes, one point for Slytherin."

He really can't turn wood into iron, and being able to have a shape is already the limit.

Dudley called it the Physical Transfiguration Charm.

The little wizards waved their wands and cast spells on the wooden sticks on the table. After watching the casting of several little wizards, Professor McGonagall silently walked behind Ron.

Ron only felt a pair of burning eyes staring at him behind him.

Make him stressed.

After showing a smile uglier than crying, Ron took out his wand, which was an old wand that was a little damaged, and the unicorn hair inside was even exposed at the end.

Apparently the wand was not Ron's own.

It was his brother Charlie's.

Because of the large number of children, the Weasley family's family is very financially constrained, and the expense of spending seven Galleons to buy a new wand for Ron is unnecessary in Mrs. Weasley's opinion.

What happened to the old wand? It's not that it can't be used.

Works, but wands that don't belong to you can be very difficult to use.

Just like Ron, he sometimes releases spells that don't belong to the scope of his spells.

You want to cast 'Anime Arms', and the wand gives you a 'Shattered'.

So it was the same this time, as Ron finished reciting the spell and pointed his wand at the stick, not only did the stick not turn into a needle, but he even made a sound like a fart.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Now the little wizards couldn't hold back anymore, even with Professor McGonagall, they still laughed unscrupulously, and the whole classroom was filled with joyful atmosphere.

Ron's face turned redder, brighter than his hair.