Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 164: Good Luck

Outside.

A black cat sat dignifiedly on the windowsill, its tail gracefully curled around its front paws.

Before long, a little wizard appeared in the shadows of the corridor.

Sheen was certain that he had lost the ability to cast spells, not because he didn't have a wand, but because he couldn't feel the magic within him.

but……

Sheen pondered for a moment, then took out a Transfiguration notebook:

Wizards naturally possess unique forms, the most prominent of which is the Animagus.

For example, James Potter's reincarnation is a stag, which is reflected not only in his Patronus Charm but also in his Animagus.

So, is my reincarnation a cat?

Sheen was slightly disappointed; he had thought it would be some other flying animal.

Wait a minute... it's not impossible.

Above the stone carvings in the corridor, a huge owl stands on the back of a... black cat.

It glanced at Neville, who was returning from the greenhouse, in the corridor, then poked the owl with its paws, and the huge owl turned away.

"Oh—that's really interesting..."

At the end of the corridor, the old wizard with a long, white beard never expected so much drama to unfold in just a few days.

He stroked his beard, beaming, and began to eagerly anticipate this Christmas.

Sheen was startled when Dumbledore suddenly appeared, just as he had transformed from a cat into a human.

"Mr. Green."

Dumbledore blinked.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Sheen greeted him politely.

"Interesting cookies, but... Mr. Grimm, would you like to learn about Animagus?"

Principal Dumbledore was unusually direct, as if he were expecting something.

"Yes, Principal."

Although he didn't know what was going on, Sheen wouldn't miss the opportunity to learn from the greatest white wizard of the century.

"I'd love to see you every Christmas weekend, oh, I almost forgot—the password to the principal's office is: cockroach pile."

After saying this, Headmaster Dumbledore slowly left. Before departing, he said something mysterious and profound.

"Of course, Animagus is a difficult transfiguration, but with a little bit of luck, yes, just a little bit, you will succeed quickly, child."

In the principal's office.

As soon as Dumbledore sat down, Delis de Winter, the healer of St. Mungo's, spoke slowly—yes, she had switched places with him, the headmaster:

"Albus, are you finally going to let go completely?"

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes grew even more intense as he stared at the filthy, steaming kettle:

"My dearest Delis de Winter, the healer of St. Mungo's, you and I both know that perhaps Animagus transformation best embodies the wizard's will..."

A deer that sacrifices itself for love; a mouse hiding in the shadows; a loyal black dog...

And the cat, which symbolizes elegance, tranquility, composure, and wisdom.

Muggles believe black cats are bad omens, but wizards don't—black cats bring good luck, as Delis de Winter, the healer at St. Mungo's, has always believed.

He gently combed Fox's feathers, then winked playfully.

"Oh—right, we need to replace the lucky statue in the third-floor corridor with a black cat. Please help me, Delis de Winter, the St. Mungo's healer, inform Mr. Filch that it's my Transfiguration, not some little wizards' prank."

Where's the black cat...?

Or perhaps it's Sheen?

He was walking down the corridor, and the transformation that allowed him to regain his body not only preserved his will but also made it more enduring.

A single [Apprentice] level cookie was enough for him to maintain his balance for three minutes.

It's fair to say that it's economical.

The world of cats is incredibly wondrous. For example, a windowsill is more than three times their height, a height that a wizard would never be able to jump onto, but a cat does it with ease.

No wonder Professor McGonagall liked using her Animagus form so much; Shin was starting to understand.

Emerging from his reverie, Sheen began to ponder his next animal-themed series.

He soon made up his mind—it was a deer, of course.

Although he couldn't observe closely, he was still able to finish it before Christmas thanks to the professor's detailed notes.

Rumors about the Christmas dinner are circulating again at Hogwarts Castle, this time about the eccentric sisters, who are said to be playing their songs at the dinner.

Now anyone can say a few words about this.

Sheehan didn't know if the story about the strange sisters was true. But Hermione was somewhat convinced.

As for who the Strange Sisters really were, Hermione didn't know entirely, because she had never heard of Wizarding Broadcasts (WWN), but judging from the excitement of her classmates who had listened to WWN since childhood, the Strange Sisters seemed to be a very famous music group.

At this point, even the professors started to find it strange, as the young wizards could see Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape walking together.

Everyone knows that Professor Snape has always targeted Gryffindor; you could say that he's responsible for half of Gryffindor's points.

Professor McGonagall may not say it, but the older students all know that she has always hoped the Gryffindor Quidditch team would utterly defeat Slytherin.

These two are now actually walking together and exchanging a few words, which has even left the ghost speechless.

"Actually, they have a very good relationship."

The fat monk sighed.

"Sir, I agree with your point of view, but we haven't seen this scene in a long time."

A ghost wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit with a ruffled collar responded.

Professor McGonagall has been less strict lately; she's even willing to let the young wizards take a break before she turns the table into a deer.

Sheen stared at the deer for a long time without blinking.

Professor Kelow didn't let the students rest, continuing to teach from the textbook until the very last second before get out of class ended.

Professor Snape, needless to say, would rather adopt Harry as his godson than let his students play games in class. He gave the whole class a sullen look and told them that if they still couldn't learn how to make the swelling potion, they would have to hand in a five-foot-long essay.

This terrified the young wizards, and in the Hope Hut, Sheen gave a rare collective explanation of the secret to brewing the anti-swelling potion.

The last day before Christmas, which is when Christmas gifts begin to be exchanged.

With his exceptional time management skills, Sheen not only made reindeer cookies but also significantly improved his proficiency in alchemy.

[Roaring Letter: Beginner Level (10/300)]

【Floating Quill Pen: Beginner Level (1/300)】

Lady Lorice Cookies: Beginner Level (10/300)

【Owl Cookies: Apprentice Level (10/30)】

【Deer Cookies: Apprentice Level (1/30)】

[Three beginner-level alchemical artifacts and six apprentice-level alchemical artifacts can unlock the beginner-level title in the field of alchemy.]

(End of this chapter)