Professor Wallerup

Outside the classroom, Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged; he simply stretched his neck.

Professor McGonagall's gaze was slightly strange, but it quickly hardened.

"While it's inappropriate to present such gruesome scenes to younger students, Sean did the right thing..." Professor McGonagall said softly, "And as I said, let him do it his way, I won't interfere..."

Her words seemed to be explaining to Sean, but also to herself.

Dumbledore turned to look at her, smiled, and said, "Minerva, don't you think Sean's teaching style is a little different from what you originally imagined?"

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment before nodding. "It is indeed not quite what I expected, but so far, he is teaching very well."

"I think it's excellent, Minerva. Just like you taught all your students from the beginning, Revere Transfiguration. Clearly, Sean has taken that phrase to heart and has passed it on perfectly when teaching others. Minerva, I understand your thoughts, but you must also admit that although you are very authoritative in the school and everyone respects and loves you, the phrase ' Revere Transfiguration ' still requires a lot of understanding and experience to fully grasp its meaning."

Dumbledore turned to look at the classroom. Inside, Sean seemed completely unconcerned about the cruel and horrific images he had just displayed. His expression remained unchanged, with a faint, elegant smile still on his face.

"Sean is a good boy, otherwise he wouldn't be so popular..." Dumbledore said softly, "But you're probably thinking of the scene where Sean teaches in an entertaining way, right?"

Professor McGonagall sighed softly, then nodded.

"Actually, he could do that too, he's very smart... but in this tense situation, he chose a more brutal but also more memorable method. I bet even Mr. Led won't dare to treat Transfiguration so casually in the future, and that will be good for the new students."

"Albus, I know what you mean, and I understand what Sean means. Likewise, I can accept it..." Professor McGonagall said.

"Don't mind me, Minerva," Dumbledore laughed. "I've never questioned your intelligence or logic. I was just worried you might have some reservations, after all, you represent the word 'rules' at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall resumed her stern demeanor. "Rules are important, very important, but those who don't know how to adapt are the real fools—but Albus, what kind of Magical Creatures did the failed Transfiguration in the image Sean just showed us belong to? Judging from the mutation process, it was indeed a case of a failed Transfiguration, but I don't seem to have seen one before."

Dumbledore shrugged. "I haven't seen it either."

"Then who is he?"

"Sean's Illusion Charm have always been excellent, truly excellent."

A hint of amazement appeared in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

"Well, it seems there's nothing to worry about with our new teaching assistant. Besides, I think the students who come out of his class will be very wary... Minerva, aren't you going to your class?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Professor McGonagall exclaimed in surprise, "Good heavens, they've been watching for too long! I have to get back now, I can't let them study any longer..."

Watching Professor McGonagall hurry away, Dumbledore turned and took one last look at Sean, who was smiling yet dignified, in the classroom.

"So similar..." Dumbledore murmured before slowly walking away.

Inside the classroom, with Sean's explanation and demonstration, the students dared not be careless in the slightest.

Now, all the students gripped their wands tightly, being careful not to let the tip touch the mouse.

Sean patrolled the aisle, pointing out the students' mistakes from time to time.

"Sir, you're staring too intently at the ground. Focusing your attention on the object Transfiguration is a good thing, but excessive focus can make the Transfiguration image in your mind unclear. Try to strike a balance between the two."

"Miss, your attention is too scattered... Relax. That scene just now was the most serious Transfiguration accident. It was just a warning. As long as you follow the steps carefully, even if it doesn't work, you won't have any problems. I can assure you."

"Very good, a good Transfiguration. Although the rat's tail is still there, it's at least a good start. I have a little trick up my sleeve—come on, switch to this tailless rat. Once you're familiar with the Transfiguration process, come back to me to switch back to the original rat... Oh, don't worry, this will make your foundation weak; it will only require you to spend more time practicing."

"Any student who hasn't changed their mouse tail can come to me to exchange it."

Inside the classroom, the students' emotions were in turmoil.

At first, seeing Sean, the famously kind senior, brought them a sense of smug relief and comfort. But after that horrifying scene, they didn't dare breathe.

Now, they've discovered that this Wallerup student, or rather, now teaching assistant Wallerup, always manages to pinpoint their shortcomings when teaching them and provides timely and appropriate guidance.

The anxiety and tension gradually subsided, especially after Sean earnestly instructed Led, who had previously argued with him, and the students began to admire him again.

He is capable, resourceful, and has a broad perspective, and he doesn't hold grudges at all.

Soon, the students were fully immersed in their studies.

"Alright, that concludes today's lesson." Sean tidied up his things by the podium. "Mr. Swayne Hill, Miss Lavie Press... and Mr. Bram Led, well done. Add five points to your respective colleges."

In the classroom, Bram Led and Lavie Press, whose names were called, both raised their heads slightly. The troublesome Bram Led shifted his position awkwardly in his seat.

"And these students, remember to reinforce the training I told you about when you get back... These few, focus on developing the mental images..."

Sean then named several other people and mentioned the things they should pay attention to and improve upon.

After he had finished speaking, he waved his wand.

The "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" on everyone's desk began to float.

Sean walked over with light steps.

He pointed to the first person's textbook and waved it casually, and the book turned into a lively rabbit.

He then walked to the second person and repeated the action.

Rabbits, hedgehogs, roosters, and so on—everyone's "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" has been transformed into a small animal.

After Transfiguration everyone, Sean walked back to the classroom and casually leaned against the podium.

The students below the stage looked at him with blank expressions, wondering what this new teaching assistant was up to.

"Do you remember what I said? A successful Transfiguration involves Transfiguration and restoration. This is the homework I'm leaving you with."

He chuckled wildly, "Try to recreate my Transfiguration animal as your textbook. Oh, and just so you know, this is a little different from your usual methods. It might be a bit more difficult, so—the person who succeeds will receive a small personal reward from me in the next class. What is the reward? Let's keep it a secret for now."

With that, Sean turned and walked toward the classroom door.

"Get out of class dismissed—oh, right," he stopped and looked at everyone, "Is there something else?"

Sean pointed to the small animals they were holding.

The students looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

The only person hesitantly raised their hand.

"Oh, Mr. Led, please." Sean laughed.

Bram Led slowly and awkwardly stood up from his seat, but his voice was loud.

"When performing restoration, do not poke with the wand... do not touch the animal directly with the wand."

After saying that, his face turned red, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sean clapped his hands. "Correct answer, Mr. Led. It seems you remember it well. Keep it up, you can look forward to a reward. Class dismissed!"

During lunchtime, students from other grades looked at the first-year, or rather, second-year students, with curiosity.

At this time, most people would be bringing their morning textbooks to the Great Hall for lunch, but the group of second-year students were each carrying a small animal, such as a rabbit, a rooster, or a hedgehog.

Not only that, the students were also taking turns challenging the little animal. They stared at the animal, held their wands, and muttered incantations, barely managing to eat a couple of bites of lunch.

Before long, news spread that Sean would be serving as a teaching assistant for the Transfiguration, instructing second-year students in Transfiguration.

Sean's harsh but extremely effective teaching philosophy also began to spread gradually.

"Wow, buddy, I have to say, you're incredibly brave. You know, the Ministry of Magic's Education Act stipulates that younger students shouldn't be exposed to gory magical accidents too early, for their physical and mental health—and you just created a replay of the events?"

George and Fred, holding sausages with forks, clinked glasses and joked with Sean as they chewed.

Sean calmly took a sip of Pumpkin Juice: "The Ministry of Magic probably doesn't care about me anymore—and it's working, isn't it?"

Fred laughed and bumped his shoulder, "As expected of you, our Magic Little Prince ~ By the way, I heard that was your homework, and there's a reward for those who can successfully recreate it? What reward? Those freshmen are almost obsessed."

"Actually—" Sean finished his last steak and wiped his mouth with a napkin, "I haven't decided yet. I just had this idea to give them something interesting as homework, but it seems they like it quite a bit?"

"It's more than just liking it—" Daisy, who was sitting next to her, pressed her face against the table, sipping her sweet drink through a long, curved straw, her cheeks bulging. "Hey, do you know that little girl?"

Sean followed her hand and looked over. It was a chubby little girl with black hair, who was staring at the tortoise in front of her. Her face was red from the effort she was putting in.

"Lucy Culler? She's a pretty serious little girl."

Daisy nodded lazily and took a deep sip of her drink. "Her parents are colleagues of my dad and Uncle Black, and her grandfather is very rich. She must be one of those rich heiresses—even she's working so hard. Professor Wallop, I'm curious about what your courses are like."

Sean shrugged. "Nothing special, just pretty straightforward."

"Those freshmen are obviously going to idolize you—ah, the drinks are delicious." Daisy rubbed her cheek against the table with satisfaction.

"The table hasn't been cleaned yet, aren't you disgusted by the dirt?" Hermione scolded, pulling Daisy up and then turning to Sean, "So you're not going to take Transfiguration with us anymore?"

Sean nodded. "That should be it."

"That's about right, since attending class is essentially the same as reviewing."

As the group was talking, a group of wizards in suits walked out of the hall.

Sean frowned. These clothes... from the Ministry of Magic?

The Ministry of Magic actually dared to come to Hogwarts? The first Senior Undersecretary they sent had his entire family wiped out, and Umbridge was sent to Azkaban. And during the last Hogsmeade attack, the Guard Corps colluded with Dark Wizard, and the Auror failed in their duties. The Hogwarts professors were very dissatisfied, and I heard Dumbledore even went to the Ministry of Magic.

Furthermore, the fact that the British Ministry of Magic did not express its support for Grindelwald's election has created a very tense situation within the Wizarding World.

Under these circumstances, apart from the necessary practice, the British Ministry of Magic has effectively lost most of its leadership over Hogwarts.

Would the Ministry of Magic dare to send another Senior Undersecretary?

If that's the case, Sean wouldn't mind sending another one away.

However, Professor McGonagall went to meet her.

To everyone's surprise, after a few whispered exchanges, Professor McGonagall's stern and angry voice resounded throughout several Great Hall.

"Sending people to disrupt the entire school's teaching order! And then the Auror couldn't even protect the students' safety! How can you have the nerve to do this! Hogwarts does not welcome you!"

After such a furious rebuke, the group of wizards from the Ministry of Magic were left in the Great Hall, their faces turning red and bruised, without uttering another word.

Sean was somewhat surprised. What on earth were those people from the Ministry of Magic up to that had angered Professor McGonagall valued law and rules so much?

A while later, the Weasley twins, who had disappeared sometime earlier, returned.

"Hey, I only found out a little bit."

"What's wrong?" Sean asked curiously.

"The Triwizard Cup! It seems the Ministry of Magic is trying to use this as an excuse to plant some people in Hogwarts, and then Professor McGonagall got angry—but he looked really cool." The two brothers chuckled mischievously.

Sean suddenly realized.

He almost forgot that before he enrolled, in 1990, Hogwarts, Newmontgard, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang held Four-School Tournament had been restarted for many years, with Newmontgard emerging victorious.

Given that it is held once every five years, the end of this semester will mark another year of the Triwizard Cup.

However, given the current situation, should the Triwizard Cup still be held?