The Cat Professor

A new day began. Muya first crawled into her trunk to feed Qiqi some cat food, then headed to the Great Hall.

The moment she sat down and saw breakfast on the table, Muya froze. "⊙∀⊙!" There was a plate of steamed buns. They weren't dry bread!

"Wow, have the house-elves finally learned how to make other breakfasts?" Sean sat down with a delighted look on his face.

"Doesn't look like British food." Vester picked one up and examined it.

Students from the other Houses were still figuring out how to eat this novel breakfast, but the Hufflepuff students had already started eating, sighing in appreciation.

"Delicious!"

"Merlin, this is so much tastier than dry bread!"

"Hey, hey, little wizards, don't eat so fast. Be careful not to choke."

The second House to try the steamed buns was Gryffindor. After taking a bite, the Weasley twins happily waved at Muya.

The Ravenclaw and Slytherin students were more reserved. Some of them sighed in admiration, while others had stars in their eyes.

Muya shook her head. British cuisine was truly terrifying. Boohoohoo—wait, no. How had Chinese food managed to culturally invade this place?

Suddenly, a translucent phoenix appeared before Muya. "Wow, what is that?"

"Looks like Headmaster Dumbledore is looking for you, Mya Mu." Cedric wiped his mouth and spoke to Muya.

"Mya Mu, come to my office. The password is Honey-flavored chips." Sure enough, Dumbledore's voice appeared as soon as Cedric finished speaking.

"Looks like I have to leave first." Muya reluctantly bid farewell to the steamed buns she had not seen in so long, then said goodbye to everyone else.

"My child, Severus has told me that your English is very... well... that you are not very good at English." Dumbledore troubledly pinched the bridge of his slightly crooked nose.

Muya: Danger!

"So... what do you want to do to me?" Muya swallowed. Could he use magic to instantly turn her into an English master? Hmm... that did not sound too bad.

"Oh yes, my child. I only need you to set aside a little time each day to come to the Headmaster's office. Here, I will teach you English until you can attend classes normally."

Dumbledore stuffed a Honey-flavored chip into his mouth. Seeing Muya still looking at him with innocent eyes, he asked, "Would you like some? I had the school's house-elves make these. They do not taste as good as the ones from that day, but they are still quite nice."

"...No, you have them." Muya was not in a very good mood. She had originally been living a life with only a few classes a day and spending the rest of her time playing, but now she had suddenly been informed that she would be forced to take remedial lessons. Oh, no!

"Oh, right. How were yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast? Were they more to your taste?" Dumbledore winked at Muya. No matter how slow Muya was, she now knew who had been behind those two meals.

"Breakfast was fine. Don't make anything like yesterday's again." Hiss... should she beat up this bargain-bin guardian of hers? Perhaps she could settle it together with last time.

A chill ran down Dumbledore's back. "Ah, I thought you liked sweets too."

Thanks, but I politely refuse that level of sweetness from yesterday.

"That damned sugar intake last night already made my teeth feel afraid. Good thing Professor Snape had a potion, though the taste was... awful." Thinking of the table full of sweets from last night and the potion she had eagerly drunk before bed made Muya's tongue feel uncomfortable.

"Oh... all right. Severus's potions have always been like that." The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before their conversation ended because Muya was about to have Transfiguration class.

Muya discovered that the Levitation Charm could make her float up and down the stairs. That was so cool. It saved a lot of effort—very nice.

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As Muya floated down, she ran into Hannah and the others. "Oh, Mya Mu, we were afraid you'd be late for class, so we brought your books for you."

"Oh! Thank you, girls. I love you all!" Muya took the books and blew the three of them three kisses.

"Ahem, stop fooling around. Get into the classroom." Shalian pushed Muya into the room.

"Hehe."

After entering the classroom, the girls did not see the professor. Instead, they saw a cat standing on the platform.

"Is that someone's pet?" Muya asked quietly.

"No." Hannah shook her head, and Susan said, "That's Professor McGonagall."

"Professor McGonagall is a registered Animagus," Shalian explained.

Muya nodded, half-understanding. What was an Animagus? She did not ask Shalian any more questions because class was starting.

The cat that had been standing on the platform transformed. A woman wearing a green hat and green cloak appeared before the young wizards, and they enthusiastically applauded.

Muya understood. It was part of the routine. She got it—social etiquette still mattered.

"Oh, students, today we will learn to turn matches into needles. One match each, please take them." As Professor McGonagall spoke, she handed out the matches in her hand.

"This Transfiguration is very simple. You only need to think about the properties of a needle, then lightly tap the match with your wand, like this." Professor McGonagall transformed one into a sparkling embroidery needle.

Oh, this was much easier than Charms class and Potions class. Muya sighed in relief. She wondered whether she could use Transfiguration to turn herself into a cat like Professor McGonagall. Would that mean she would not have to attend class?

As she thought this, she lightly tapped the match with her wand. "Meow~" A kitten that looked like Professor McGonagall's Animagus form appeared on the desk.

Muya: Oh no, I'm done for.

"Hmm... it seems Miss Muya likes the way I look as a cat, but you do not need to learn that kind of Transfiguration yet."

"However, because of your outstanding Transfiguration, Hufflepuff gains one point." Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious for a second before her face filled with a smile.

Muya hurriedly pictured a needle in her mind, then lightly tapped the kitten. With a crisp sound, a needle fell onto the desk.

"Hufflepuff gains another two points." Muya noticed that Professor McGonagall's smile had become even more obvious.

Could it be that she was a Transfiguration genius? Muya thought as she picked up the needle.

McGonagall thought, This child is so gifted at Transfiguration. I must inform Dumbledore and have him entrust Muya to me for proper training.

Even now, Dumbledore had not told the Heads of House that he had privately appointed himself as Muya's guardian.

After Transfiguration class, Muya returned to the common room. She saw Hermione at the entrance. "Hi, Hermione. Were you waiting for me? How long have you been waiting?" Muya let Hannah and the other two go inside first.

"Oh, I waited for about one minute. I calculated when your class would end and roughly how long it would take you to get to the common room." Hermione proudly raised her chin.

A terrifying math genius. Muya wiped away nonexistent sweat.

"I want to invite you to visit Hagrid. Actually, Harry invited me too, so... would you like to come with us?" Hermione held Muya's hand and blinked.

Who could refuse that? Muya certainly could not.

"Okay, let me put my books away first."