A very faint smile unexpectedly crossed Professor McGonagall's usually serious face.
"Of course it's true, Miss Granger. Your theoretical foundation is very solid, but your practical application still needs refinement. Do you have some time?"
"Yes! Of course, Professor!" Hermione nodded quickly, her tone urgent yet still maintaining composure.
Her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"I will be at your office on time, thank you!"
Draco, standing to the side, was completely stunned.
He was also a party involved. Was his opinion never sought before these additional counseling arrangements were made?
As if reading Draco's mind, Professor McGonagall turned to him and calmly asked, " Draco, do you have any objections?"
Coming to his senses, Draco quickly composed himself and tentatively asked, "Professor, doesn't this... doesn't this conflict with Quidditch training?"
The main problem is that he really doesn't want to take extra lessons...
"My tutoring sessions are scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday evenings," Professor McGonagall replied clearly. " Quidditch practice is on Monday, Friday, and Saturday evenings, so the times don't conflict."
Having said all that, Draco could only force a smile and nod, saying, "That's true, there's no conflict."
"In that case, let's begin now."
As Professor McGonagall spoke, she turned and walked toward her desk, reaching into a drawer to take out two thick Transfiguration.
"I have a few more advanced Transfiguration here. Try them out first, and I'll take a look at your weaknesses."
"Huh? Start now!" Draco instinctively raised his voice, his tone betraying his surprise.
I just finished cleaning the showroom and didn't even have time to catch my breath before I had to immediately start coaching. This pace is just too hectic.
Hermione suddenly felt a gentle tug on her wrist. Looking down, she saw that it was Hermione pulling on Draco's sleeve.
She still had a lingering smile on her face, but she gave Draco a look, signaling him to stop talking.
Seeing the expectation in Hermione's eyes, Draco sighed inwardly.
That's it, there's no escaping it now.
Professor McGonagall, that old fox, clearly knew exactly what Hermione was doing with her obsession with knowledge, and ensnared her along with him.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall pulled a slightly worn notebook from the bookshelf, turned to Draco, and asked in an unquestionable manner:
"Is there a problem, Draco? Although your Transfiguration skills are already quite high for a first-year student, if you want to improve further, you need to start polishing the details now."
"I hope you'll graduate with top marks in Transfiguration. Any objections?"
Meeting her all-knowing eyes behind her glasses, Draco knew resistance was futile, so he could only slump his shoulders and resignedly say, "That's all, Professor."
"These are my old study notes and several years of teaching records. They contain many practical points and common mistakes in Transfiguration. You can look through them whenever you have time."
Professor McGonagall handed the notebook to Hermione as she spoke.
The next second, Hermione froze, as if she had been Petrificus Totalus.
Her eyes were wide open, as round as golden Galleon.
His mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time, and his face was filled with disbelief.
She instinctively reached out her hands, her movements as gentle as if she were cradling a fragile dragon egg.
She dared not touch the yellowed yet meticulously preserved cover, as if it were not a notebook, but a priceless treasure.
"Professor...?" Hermione's voice was filled with barely suppressed awe.
She repeatedly confirmed,
"Is... is this really for us? Are you... are you sure?"
Her gaze darted back and forth between the notes and Professor McGonagall, her eyes filled with flattery.
They didn't even feel that this was a reward they were entitled to; on the contrary, it felt like they had received an honor that far exceeded their expectations.
Draco watched from the side, secretly chuckling to himself: This is so Hermione, just as he expected.
When faced with knowledge and precious materials, she always maintained this cautious and reverent demeanor.
Seeing her like this, Professor McGonagall's smile deepened, and she nodded, saying:
"That's right, Miss Granger. Your solid theoretical foundation is perfect for keeping an eye on Draco. Encourage him to study Transfiguration diligently and stop trying to take shortcuts."
Draco sighed in exasperation; Professor McGonagall actually knew how to manipulate him.
Knowing Hermione's strong sense of responsibility, he was entrusted with the task of supervising him, so he shouldn't even think about slacking off from now on.
Hermione held the notebook as if she had received a heavy responsibility.
She immediately straightened her back, her eyes filled with unwavering determination, and then solemnly promised:
"Don't worry, Professor! Even if you didn't say anything, I would keep a close eye on him and never let him slack off!"
Seeing the way she treated it like a precious treasure, Draco shook his head helplessly.
After Hermione finished speaking, her gaze was fixed on the cover of the notebook, her fingers gently tracing the faintly gilded lettering.
A tsunami of excitement had already surged within me.
These are Professor McGonagall's own notes from her student days!
It might contain her insights from her first complex Transfiguration, the detours she took, and even her unique practical techniques!
This is absolutely priceless!
This is more than just a notebook; it's a legacy of magical knowledge, and even more so, the professor's complete trust!
She actually thought I deserved to read these!
This is a million times more precious than any gold-embossed hardcover book in the library, because it is a unique, living wisdom imbued with warmth!
" Miss Granger."
Professor McGonagall called softly.
Draco gently touched Hermione's arm, and she snapped out of her daze.
Hermione's cheeks flushed instantly, and she hurriedly closed her slightly open mouth, clutching the notebook even tighter with both hands, and bowed awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I was just too excited and lost my composure."
"It's alright, Miss Granger. A thirst for knowledge is never impolite."
Professor McGonagall nodded, then turned and gestured towards the empty table next to her desk.
"But now, it's time to begin our first coaching session. Follow me."
Draco and Hermione immediately followed, standing one after the other at the table covered with dark green velvet.
Hermione carefully placed the notebook on the corner of the table.
Professor McGonagall, seated at the table, asked in a calm but sharp tone:
" Miss Granger, you perfectly transformed a match into a needle in class. Now tell me, what changes occur in the nature of the object during the Transfiguration?"
Hermione recited the textbook content almost spontaneously:
"Professor, according to Gertie Kiddle's * A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration *, the physical form and some properties of an object are reshaped by the will and magic of a wizard; its basic material composition remains unchanged, only its morphological and functional attributes are transformed..."
Before Hermione could finish reciting, Professor McGonagall tapped the table lightly, interrupting her.