Dylan was enveloped by Professor McGonagall's magic, and his vision abruptly turned upside down.
What had been a level gaze now could only look up at Professor McGonagall's face.
The once ordinary desk now loomed before him like a towering cliff.
Dylan reflexively tried to raise his hand, only to see two short, pink pig hooves—smooth and round rather than wrinkled—waving in front of his eyes.
Dylan was completely dumbfounded, his mind blank.
He hurriedly opened his mouth, wanting Professor McGonagall to undo the transformation.
Yet all that came out was a series of "oink oinks."
Hearing that strange sound, Dylan shuddered from head to toe, his ears drooping in fright.
Dylan tried to move, but his little stubby legs were as limp as noodles. The moment he took a step, he toppled over with a thud.
He hurriedly gestured at Professor McGonagall, but his clumsy pig hooves would not obey him at all and could only flail wildly through the air.
"Oink oink!"
Seeing Dylan transformed into a little pig, scrambling about on the floor as he tried to stand, Professor McGonagall could not help smiling until her eyes curved. All sternness vanished from her face, and her crisp, hearty laughter echoed through the office.
"Dylan, don't panic."
Laughing, Professor McGonagall waved her wand and murmured, "Such a special scene is rare. Let me keep a memento."
"Swish."
In an instant, a small, exquisite Magic Camera appeared in midair.
The moment it appeared, it adjusted its angle and aimed its lens at the little pig Dylan, who was still struggling in panic.
"Whoosh!"
The Magic Camera flew in front of Dylan, darting back and forth around him.
"Click!"
"Click!"
The camera continuously captured Dylan's movements, its shutter snapping automatically.
Dylan tried to dodge, but it was completely useless. Instead,