Led by the Iron Hat King, several Hufflepuff girls were itching for action, but they hadn't made up their minds yet.
But as the time got closer to class, they felt Professor McGonagall was about to arrive.
In order to not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Hannah, along with Bones, Juliet, and a few other girls, gathered around, each holding some snacks.
Damn it.
Wayne's eyes widened.
Miranda.
Where did you get the catnip!
Just then, the tabby cat surrounded by the girls suddenly flashed a human-like smile, leaped back, and transformed back into Professor McGonagall, as stern as ever.
"Miss Abbott, Miss Livingston, don't do such reckless things in the wizarding world, especially when you can't tell what kind of creature you're facing."
Glancing at the catnip, Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched slightly.
They really are Hufflepuff students, they can get hold of any strange and wonderful plants.
"M-M-McGonagall Professor." Several of the young witches were clearly scared and started to stammer.
"Alright, class is about to start, please go back to your seats."
Upon hearing this, the girls, as if pardoned, scurried back to their seats, their faces still filled with fear.
Even other students who were watching the spectacle were startled and sat up straight, waiting for class to begin.
This was a trick McGonagall often used, when young witches and wizards first enrolled, she would transform into her Animagus form to scare them once, establishing her authority, and it had always worked.
Soon, the bell rang for class, and Professor McGonagall entered teaching mode.
"Transfiguration is the most dangerous and complex magic you'll learn at Hogwarts."
"Anyone who dares to misbehave in my class will be asked to leave, and never allowed to come back."
The Deputy Headmistress's aura was fully open, the entire classroom was silent, and Malfoy and his two cronies shrunk their necks.
Even though Slytherin had Snape to back them up, as long as Professor McGonagall was angry, no one could save them.
On the podium, McGonagall waved her hand, and dense writing appeared on the blackboard, the well-known Gamps' Law of Transfiguration in the wizarding world.
This was the foundation of all Transfiguration, even a law.
Anyone who learns before must remember these facts, lest they cause irreversible harm.
The young witches and wizards were scribbling down notes, and Wayne was doing the same, but he was selective in his notes, much of the knowledge he had already mastered, no need to waste ink.
After they finished writing, McGonagall took her wand and tapped the table, turning it into a pig.
This immediately caught the attention of the young witches and wizards, and they let out gasps, their eyes changing from boredom to anticipation.
As a professor who had been teaching for decades, McGonagall's teaching skills were beyond doubt, knowing what the young witches and wizards were most looking forward to.
Each student was given a match, this lesson, and even this month's course, the young witches and wizards' goal was to turn the match into a needle.
Transfiguration is classified according to difficulty, from simple to difficult: inanimate to inanimate, animate to inanimate, inanimate to animate, animate to animate.
The further down you go, the greater the gap in difficulty.
Well, forget about the future, even just the first class stumped everyone.
Hannah was about to break her toothpick with her wand, but her toothpick still had no change.
Her classmate Susan was much stronger, in five minutes, she successfully turned the match...green.
"Change, change, change, change for me!"
Malfoy gritted his teeth, wand poking and poking.
Bang!
A burst of fireworks flew out from the top, almost blowing up his desk.
"Mr. Malfoy, I told you to focus, anger is meaningless."
McGonagall frowned and criticized: "Because of your recklessness, Slytherin loses one point."
"Yes, Professor, I understand." Malfoy, who dared not argue, could only take another match.
"This is too hard." Toby let his match flash silver, he initially thought he had succeeded, but later found that the match had not changed at all.
"It's okay, just focus, focus all your attention on the match, don't think about the consequences of success or failure."
Wayne casually pointed out, his wand tapped, and the match turned into a thick-headed, thin-tailed silver needle.
On the thick end there was a delicate pattern.
Just then, McGonagall passed by, seeing his success, she was both surprised and delighted.
"Perfect, Mr. Lawrence!"
This single move was something many young witches and wizards couldn't achieve in a semester.
She looked at Wayne admiringly: "You have a lot of talent for Transfiguration, keep working hard, Mr. Lawrence, Hufflepuff gets five points."
"Thank you, Professor." Wayne politely thanked her.
Toby and Norman, who were sitting in front of him, looked at Wayne as if he were a traitor.
"Didn't you say you'd never been exposed to magic before? How come you succeeded right away?"
"Liar!"
Wayne said confidently, "I previewed it during the summer break when I was bored, what's the problem?"
Toby mumbled, "Who in their right mind would preview, this is a huge lack of trust in the professor's teaching!"
Alright, alright, you're good with words.
Many students looked at Wayne with envy, and the Slytherins were mostly jealous.
They, the pure-bloods, had not achieved what a Muggle-born witch or wizard had done.
It was practically slapping their faces.
Sadly
Until the end of class, no student had succeeded, the closest one had only slightly changed the shape of the match, the material hadn't changed at all.
But with Wayne's one success, Professor McGonagall was already very surprised, and she even exempted him from his Transfiguration homework this week.
It made Toby and Norman's eyes turn red with envy.
But nothing could stop the little badgers from eating.
As soon as class ended, the young witches and wizards rushed towards the Great Hall, with Wayne, who was unhurried and leisurely, becoming an anomaly.
He lowered his head and walked slowly towards the Great Hall, thinking about ways to make money in his head.
Through last night's tricks, he had figured out how much pocket money most of the young witches and wizards had.
Now, they've just started school, their wallets are at their fullest, and after a while, they'll spend a lot of it.
He had to seize the opportunity.
As he was so engrossed in his thinking that he was walking with his head down, Wayne didn't notice a girl coming towards him around the corner.
The two of them collided.
"Ouch!"
The crisp sound woke Wayne up.
"Sorry, are you okay?"