In the span of a week, McGonagall had helped them complete all the size limits for transfiguring solids.
"Professor, next is liquids."
Vincent took out a large bottle of lubricant. "This is polypropylene glycol. It sinks straight to the bottom of water."
"Oh, so you're trying to work me to death, then use Transfiguration class time to finish your papers?"
McGonagall's cold joke was indeed quite cold.
It was only late September, yet it already felt like winter.
Having completed their daily tasks, the two young wizards immediately slunk back to their dormitories.
"Next, there are gases..."
Looking somewhat troubled, Hermione raised the notebook filled with data. "Who do we ask for the upper-year students?"
"Fred said Cedric would be more than happy to help us."
Vincent pulled open the boys' dormitory door. "Oh, right. We can ask Cho for second year, and we have Percy for fifth year."
"That only leaves sixth and seventh year?"
"Yep."
Hermione nodded and went straight back to her dormitory.
Students from first through seventh year, along with the old and new Transfiguration professors, were already enough to cover both the lower and upper levels of Transfiguration in the Wizarding World.
The remaining middle-tier candidates could wait until Christmas break.
Vincent opened the dormitory door and found all three of his roommates asleep.
No wonder they were like this. They had been holding their breath for so long.
"Malfoy, eat my uppercut!"
The sleeping James suddenly raised a fist and shouted, then let his arm droop limply again.
That resentment was probably about to reach its peak.
He opened the window and called out, "Gu Gu, come here."
Two or three minutes later, Gu Gu, now another circle fatter, plunged into his arms.
"Could you make a trip to my house?"
Staring at his