Will had often observed the flow of magic after transforming his own body. It was essentially a specific flow of magic laid over his original one, like putting on a special set of clothes.
Human Transfiguration was different. It felt more like being sealed inside a tight suit, one that concealed his magic.
His magic had drawn deep within him. It was so faint and elusive that he could barely sense it.
"Try changing yourself back," Professor McGonagall said, watching Will, who seemed to be doing something she could not discern.
Will tried to draw on his magic, but his sense of it was hazy. The feeling unsettled him. Gone was the easy control he had enjoyed when transforming parts of his body.
No wonder Professor McGonagall forbade students from attempting complete Human Transfiguration on their own.
"Behind every rule lies a bloody example. Who knows how many wizards met with disaster after trying complete Human Transfiguration in private?" Professor McGonagall smiled. "You can't sense your magic at all, can you?"
"I can sense a little. It's very faint," Will answered honestly. He was still trying to change back.
He never doubted he could do it. At worst, it would be difficult.
Professor McGonagall looked him up and down in mild surprise. She believed him, though. The boy had given the professors at Hogwarts so many surprises already. Professor Flitwick praised him every day, often with a note of regret.
One minute... Two minutes... Ten minutes... Thirty minutes...
An hour passed. Just as Professor McGonagall was about to undo the transformation for him, Will's body twisted and changed. In an instant, he was once again a silver-eyed boy in black student robes.
Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up. An hour was remarkably fast. Many wizards who became animals never managed to