Both Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress Fell

On Saturday, the papers on data analysis Transfiguration were basically classified in the early stages.

The limits of object Transfiguration are generally summarized as tenfold; no wizard has ever calculated anything more specific.

Sunday, Gryffindor Common Room.

"No wonder the wizard is bad at math."

Vincent picked up a small brass balance scale. "A scale invented by the ancient Egypt using the lever principle more than 5,000 years ago, and the Wizarding World is still using it today."

"Interference with electronic devices has indeed greatly hindered development."

Hermione experiences the flaws of magic for the first time.

If the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy continues, the Wizarding World will remain unchanged for a thousand years.

By then, Muggle would probably already be on spaceships, exploring other planets in the Milky Way.

The moment the idea popped into her head, she imagined herself as Minister for Magic, being ousted by most wizards for trying to remove the British Isles from the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.

The Malfoy family were the most zealous, with Draco even bringing his wife and children to protest.

"What's on your mind?"

"It's nothing." Hermione quickly noted down the stone on the left side of the brass balance that had become ten times larger.

Vincent added the smallest weight to the right.

"Sigh—with the existence of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, even inventing some interference-resistant magic will get you taken in for questioning."

"Drinking tea?" Hermione, who understood instantly, didn't record the data until the balance was completely achieved.

"I've heard Ron say that Mr. Weasley's job is to prevent Muggle items from being cursed by wizards, which could lead to serious harm."

After he added another weight, the balance scale tilted to the right. "I seriously doubt the accuracy of this method."

"What else? Even if we have electronic scales when we go back home for the holidays, we still can't use magic at home."

"Wait for me."

When Hermione saw him run back to his dorm, she initially thought he had written home to ask for a more accurate balance scale.

Until she saw a clear glass with markings.

"Are you planning to calculate it based on the volume of water?"

Vincent poured a little water on the stone. "The water will adhere to the stone. Let's record the metal's data first."

Hermione's eyes twitched involuntarily as she watched him calmly pull out a small, golden object.

A typical bullet consists of four parts: the bullet, the cartridge case, the primer, and the propellant.

The bullet, magnified to its maximum size, fits perfectly into the graduated cup.

Vincent filled it with water. "How big do you think Professor McGonagall can make it?"

"It should be a bit bigger."

Even with the most authoritative sources, Hermione began to question the authenticity of some of the related papers.

"We need to use the controlled variable method—it seems we should have Professor Dumbledore give it a try too."

"Controlled variable method?"

"I, the cup, and the bullet are all unstable factors; only data from multiple trials will be more accurate."

Hermione, who understood, twitched her eye again.

It's just a paper on Transfiguration; I doubt it will be finished by the end of this semester.

The more the surrounding students listened, the more they felt that the two were possessed.

Not only did they drag the Dean into this mess, but they even dared to set their sights on the Principal.

Neville, who was writing a paper on Potions at the next table, was stunned.

A paper that can be published in newspapers and receive House Points is indeed not something an ordinary person can accomplish.

Where are you going?

"Let's go find Professor McGonagall first."

Looking at the two people striding away, the senior students couldn't help but sigh.

But then they suddenly became ecstatic.

With these two in charge, Gryffindor will eventually crush the other three houses.

If it doesn't work in one or two years, I estimate that in four or five years, we'll be 100% guaranteed to win the House Cup.

McGonagall was pleased after working with them all morning.

The limit of an object's Transfiguration is indeed not 10 times, but 10.9383142562 times.

But this result is only relative to her.

"Professor, could you ask Professor Dumbledore for help?"

Looking into those two pairs of sincere eyes, McGonagall thought the so-called help was just like turning the warhead to its maximum size.

"No problem, he'll be very happy to."

"Thank you, Professor." Vincent took a glass bead out of his pocket. "Next, this one."

"!!!" McGonagall's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, and next there are all sorts of metals, stones, and wood and stuff."

In that instant, she suddenly realized what role this unpublished paper would play in the development of Transfiguration.

Size alone could very well become an accurate way to assess the power of Transfiguration.

If we expand on this to include shape and details, it would amount to several more papers of the same caliber.

It seems that obtaining a Transfiguration certificate will become increasingly difficult in the future.

Such a dramatic change can occur because of the improved precision.

After a busy day, McGonagall finally had time to go to the Headmaster's Office.

As soon as she spoke, Dumbledore agreed.

"Albus Dumbledore, do you know the scale of this project?"

"Of course, I've had a lot of free time lately."

Dumbledore lifted the crooked Half-moon Spectacles on his nose. "I used to think that way too, but now I can only be accurate to seven decimal places."

"Oh, I can only calculate to the last three digits." McGonagall pulled a piece of parchment from her robe.

"Look, this is what they've accomplished all day."

Dumbledore admired the strings of numbers for a long time.

Regardless of the differences caused by various factors, the limits of Transfiguration seem to change depending on the "person".

Vincent, who is still a first-year student, has already exceeded the theoretical limit by about ten times.

Even if it was just a small change, both the former and current professors of Transfiguration at Hogwarts nodded secretly with great satisfaction.

"Filius said he had a solid knowledge of spells and could always get to the heart of the matter."

Dumbledore got up and walked to the Sorting Hat on the shelf. "Magic power, an interesting concept."

"Albus Dumbledore, you've taken a liking to him?"

"Certainly."

He reached out and gently touched the brim of his hat. "A natural Occlumency master who is immune to soul magic is as important as an old friend of mine."

Confused, McGonagall nodded awkwardly. "By the way, you should know about what happened on the fourth floor, right?"

Dumbledore seemed lost in memories, and it took him a long time to remove his hand from the Sorting Hat.

"Although it was a bit mischievous, it must have been him who did it."

"I agree."

In this vast Hogwarts Castle, what the adjutant knows, the headmaster also knows. 7

"Quirinus did not have any trace of Dark Magic on him during the interview."

McGonagall hesitated, then asked, "Albus Dumbledore, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm not sure what the reason is." Dumbledore at her. "Minerva, people always say I'm the greatest wizard."

But now, I am merely an aging school principal.

"Albus Dumbledore, so you knew all this?"

McGonagall's exaggerated expression made Dumbledore smile wryly.

"Minerva, do you know?"

I was reminded of the opening banquet more than forty years ago.

"This happened a long time ago."

"For me, everything that has happened to me feels like it just happened."