Professor McGonagall: Headache

"Animagus is a special kind of Human Transfiguration, which follows the basic principles of Transfiguration. It is rigorous and realistic. I think that through your many observations of Werewolf Transfiguration, you have gained an extraordinary understanding of Human Transfiguration."

"Every step of the Werewolf Transfiguration is deeply etched in your minds. You understand the changes in the body and the transformation between human and beast."

"You have a profound understanding of the process by which beastly thinking invades human thinking. The Werewolf state makes you firm in your beliefs and never let your wildness dominate you."

With her extensive knowledge of Transfiguration and her profound understanding of the Animagus, Professor McGonagall quickly analyzed the key points from their experiences.

"Two key points: one is a detailed physical transformation process, so detailed that students can grasp the transformation between human and wild animal. The other is mental and psychological counseling, so that students can strengthen their inner selves and not be influenced by wildness."

Seeing Professor McGonagall's excited expression, Sirius Black couldn't help but say, "Professor McGonagall, this doesn't seem like a viable approach. We can't exactly find a Werewolf and have him repeatedly transform in front of the students, can we?"

"Will Remus Lupin accept our invitation?" Professor McGonagall asked, though she knew the request was offensive.

"I don't think Remus would want to show his vulnerable side publicly, especially in front of so many students," Sirius Black replied without hesitation.

He recently reconnected with Remus, and his difficult days seem to have made his already low self-esteem even more sensitive.

Out of respect, Sirius Black couldn't directly provide Lupin with financial aid, and Lupin wouldn't agree to such a dignified task. Sirius Black had recently been thinking about how to present the Wolfsbane Potion as a legitimate gift, and how to make Lupin accept it with a clear conscience.

Professor McGonagall fell into deep thought. She knew something about Loren's situation, but quickly dismissed the idea... It would be irresponsible to involve an ordinary person in such a matter, and if a wizard- Werewolf felt that such behavior was an insult to dignity, it would be equally offensive to a Muggle.

Sirius Black also wanted to fulfill some of his responsibilities as a professor for his students. "We can solve one of them. Now that the school has two of us Animagus, having the students repeatedly observe our transformation process can deepen their understanding of the human-animal transformation. At least we can ensure that none of them will grow scales or horns forever."

Professor McGonagall pressed her lips into a tight line. "No, that can't be guaranteed. Your success in learning Animagus back then was partly due to luck."

Sirius Black was confused. "Isn't it because of Remus?"

"Yes, but not entirely." Professor McGonagall gradually sorted out her thoughts and said in a deep voice, "Wolf, rat, dog, stag. Did you notice, Sirius Black, the animals you transform into are all of the same kind."

Sirius Black was quick-witted; he vaguely grasped a clue. "It has hair on its body, runs on four legs, and breathes with lungs..."

"There are many similarities. Your limbs will still transform into limbs, and will not become hands or wings, or feet or claws. Your hands will not become fins, and your feet will not come together to form a fish tail... Your internal organs will still transform into similar internal organs, and will not have gills or any other different organs."

"Your Animagus happen to be a type of animal with many similarities, just like wolves."

Professor McGonagall paused, then looked at him seriously. "Sirius Black, you are truly, truly very lucky."

Sirius Black, instead of being overjoyed by the praise, felt a wave of lingering fear. He patted his chest with relief. "If any of us were other animals... owls, bass or something, we would be in big trouble now."

He said with lingering fear, "Professor, after the Animagus class starts, we must be careful not to let other young wizards imitate us, otherwise it will be troublesome if something goes wrong."

"You're right."

The two reached a consensus on this point: the other young wizards were certainly not Sirius Black and his friends.

"Yes, Animagus... complicated... dangerous..."

Professor McGonagall's murmurs grew softer as she immersed herself in the knowledge of Transfiguration. Information from today's conversation and past knowledge kept surfacing in her mind, from which she continuously extracted content useful for teaching.

"Professor McGonagall, I don't think you need to worry so much. Every young wizard in the Animagus class is selected; they have a talent for Transfiguration. If you follow the steps in the book carefully, they can learn it too," Sirius Black said.

"That's all we can do," Professor McGonagall sighed. "If only we could find various Animagus animals for the students to observe."

Sirius Black found this unrealistic idea somewhat amusing. "Including me, there are only eight registered Animagus now, which doesn't even cover all the animals. Not to mention that most of the others are already successful and famous, so why would they want to be teaching assistants?"

"I will write to them. The more animals students see, the more likely they are to succeed..."

Bang bang bang!

A knocking sound suddenly rang out.

In the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle, Neville, squatting outside the pavilion, watched intently as a slug wriggled its tender white body, crawling along the underside of a blade of grass, pupa, pupa...

Neville reached into his pocket, pulled Trevor out, and held him up to the slug. The toad flicked its tongue, and the slug was instantly dragged into its mouth and swallowed with a gulp.

Trevor's lunch is sorted!

Neville happily shoved Trevor back into his pocket and turned his gaze to the small Beetle on another blade of grass.

Visibly, the Beetle trembled, then spread its wings and flapped them rapidly, leaving the dangerous place.

It seemed that it had been too long since graduation and the Hogwarts Castle was somewhat unfamiliar to me. The Beetle flew around for a while before finally determining that its target was on the Seventh Floor.

This height was a bit strenuous for a Beetle; it paused to rest on the surface of the Castle's stone wall before reaching its destination. Unlike ordinary Beetle, its flight path was very regular, or rather, highly purposeful, going straight ahead.

It hovered in mid-air outside the Seventh Floor for a while, seemingly discerning like a person, before finally fixing its gaze on a window—the window of the Gryffindor Common Room. It silently slipped through the crack.

There weren't many people in the Common Room, and even more fortunately, Little Beetle easily spotted Loren and the others. The Weasley family ' red hair was very noticeable, as was the lightning bolt-shaped scar on the Boy Who Lived.

They sat by the window, discussing something animatedly.

"No way! I want to learn Occlumency too!" Ron slammed his fist on the newspaper on the table indignantly.

This is outrageous! Three people, except for him, are practicing Occlumency during their vacation. What does this mean? Are they trying to isolate me?

Harry was preoccupied with his own thoughts, pressing his hands to his head and ignoring him.

Hermione rested her chin on her hands on the table, her gaze unfocused. She was lost in thought, completely oblivious to what Ron had said.

Loren didn't even lift his eyelids. "I can introduce you to Professor Snape; he would be happy to teach you Occlumency."

Ron immediately backed down. "I... I don't really want to learn this magic either."

The Beetle landed on the ground and slowly crawled up the red-haired wizard's trouser leg, up his magic robe, and hid under the collar.

Occlumency... a spell that only wizards with secrets hidden in their minds would study, and it seems they have collectively studied this spell.

Upon hearing such exciting news, Rita couldn't help but let her Beetle antennae tremble slightly. She was already thinking about how to report the story.

"Unlike normal second-year wizards, they are not innocent. They take advantage of the weekend to discuss Occlumency, trying to keep the secrets in their minds from the world..."

Just then, Loren felt a strange sensation creeping into his heart. His Magic Sight flashed a few times before his eyes, and the Magic Power light on his companions flickered a few times before quickly returning to its original color and appearance.

Like when I first saw Scabbers... At the Sorting Party, triggered by Voldemort's dark Magic Power, I saw Harry's scars and Quirrell's black shadows... In the Room of Requirement, my vision was triggered by the blue Magic Power of Ravenclaw's Diadem...

Since he mastered Magic Sense, this passively triggered Magic Sight has rarely appeared.

Something's not right. Magic Sight is usually only triggered by special Magic Power unless he activates it on his own.

Loren blinked. He seemed to have grasped something, but the feeling was vague, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

He glanced around, trying to find something amiss in his surroundings.

Hermione snapped out of her reverie and said softly, "Did you notice? When Dumbledore heard the news of Wormtail Peter's escape, he wasn't surprised at all, as if... as if he already knew about it."

Ron lowered his voice and continued, "And Voldemort's new body, Crabbe transferring to Ilvermorny —he didn't mention any of these things."

"Most importantly, how did Wormtail Peter escape from Azkaban?" Harry took his hand off his head. "When he was imprisoned, Sirius Black and Dumbledore specifically reminded him that he was Animagus. The Ministry of Magic must have had a specific policy in place to deal with this, but he still managed to escape."

"You mean, the Ministry of Magic has Voldemort's people?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Or they bribed the guards of Azkaban— " Hermione said, turning to see Loren behaving strangely.

Following Hermione's gaze, Harry and Ron also turned to look at Loren, watching the crystalline blue light in his eyes flicker a few times.

Loren closed his eyes, tapped his brow lightly with his fingers, and when he opened them again, the world was only black, white, and gray.

The lines flowed like a stream, the colors lost their meaning, and the lines of varying thicknesses outlined the contours of things. The shapes gradually became transparent, and the world was presented to Loren in another form.

Lost color, lost cover.

The insects lurking in the dark corners revealed themselves...

Loren stopped scanning and looked directly at Ron, as if he were looking through Ron and behind him. "Found you!"

"What is that?" Ron asked, shrinking back in confusion.

Before Ron could react, Loren pinched his robe and flicked it, the vibration sending the Beetle on the robe flying.

Loren swiftly pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the Beetle: "[Petrificus Totalus]"

The Beetle, its body turning grayish-white, stiffened and fell onto the carpet with a soft thud.

Harry and Ron: "..."

The two looked bewildered, completely unable to react.

Weren't we just talking about something? Why did you suddenly pull out your wand? Just to deal with a bug? That's a bit much, isn't it?

Hermione asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Loren deactivated his Magic Sight, picked up a snack box from the table, and put the Beetle on the ground inside.

"I suppose this rather impolite guest is the famous journalist Rita Skeeter," Loren said, shaking the box in his hand.

To let them see clearly, Loren raised his wand and gently tapped the box. The box began to shake, trembling slightly, and when the shaking stopped, the box transformed into a transparent glass bottle.

A Beetle with a grayish-white skin lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle, motionless.

Hermione and her two friends had no doubts about Loren, who exposed Scabbers on the very first day of school, and they stared wide-eyed at the little Beetle.

The thought of that thing sticking to him made Ron's mind explode, and he screamed incessantly, "Why me again! Why always me!"

"This is how it Scabbers the rat, this is how it is with this Beetle, can't these Animagus be bullied by someone else?" Ron said angrily.

"Looks like you're quite popular with the animals," Harry joked with a smile.

"Animagus?" Hermione reacted quickly, asking doubtfully, "How can you be sure she's Rita Skeeter?"

"We talked not long ago, remember? Now she's the only one who's approaching us, trying to extract some information from us," Loren replied.

Harry immediately became alert. "Did she hear everything we just said?"

"That should be the case." Loren nodded. "Now, let's think carefully about how to entertain this journalist guest."

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door of the Transfiguration Professor's Office.

"Please come in," Professor McGonagall greeted.

Loren, Hermione, Harry, and Ron entered. Ron was holding a clear glass bottle, shaking it constantly, his expression one of smug satisfaction, as if he had a grudge against the Beetle inside.

"Harry?"

Sirius Black?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

"Ahem! Mr. Potter, you should call him Professor Black at school." Professor McGonagall coughed, interrupting the two men's small talk.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," Harry replied honestly, his tone immediately brightening. "Hello, Professor Black."

Sirius Black watched them with a delighted expression.

"Mr. Weasley, stop messing with that little Beetle. It's foaming at the mouth."

Professor McGonagall felt a headache coming on. "Mr. Morgan, Miss Granger, now tell me, what do you want with me?"

My computer had a minor problem, so I was late.

Then I'll add an extra chapter this weekend!