In Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was as stern as always, but when she saw Sean and the previously petrified Hermione and Ron return to the classroom, a hint of a relieved smile appeared on her face.
"Today's lesson, everyone needs to transform the mouse in front of you into a wine jug. As usual, the wine jug needs to be sufficiently exquisite to demonstrate your level of transfiguration. Now, let's begin."
With Professor McGonagall's command, everyone began transfiguring the mice in front of them.
Regarding mice, Sean from his previous life had always harbored a sense of fear. He felt genuinely uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart, and even in this life, having mastered magic, his disgust for mice was ingrained in his bones.
Therefore, when he heard Professor McGonagall's words, without any hesitation, he directly waved his wand and pointed at the mouse in front of him. The mouse immediately squeaked as it transformed into a whirlpool, becoming an exquisite silver wine jug with countless relief patterns and embedded dark green gems!
Sean completed the transfiguration so decisively and quickly that many people hadn't even drawn their wands yet.
Professor McGonagall also witnessed this scene and immediately walked to Sean's side. She carefully examined the wine jug Sean had created—everything was perfect. Except for Sean's Slytherin aesthetic, which she couldn't agree with, there were no flaws in any other aspect.
"Very... well, perfect transfiguration."
It would be even better if it were a golden jug with red gems, Professor McGonagall thought to herself.
Looking at Sean, Professor McGonagall suddenly felt somewhat troubled. Sean's transfiguration had undoubtedly surpassed students of the same grade, and even most graduates' transfiguration barely reached Sean's level, or was slightly inferior. Now, normal coursework could no longer help Sean at all. Should she really watch Sean waste time in class?
While Professor McGonagall was thinking, Sean suddenly said to her, "Professor, I've had some new understanding in transfiguration recently. I'd like you to take a look."
Hearing this, Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded, "Of course, please show me, Sean."
With Professor McGonagall's permission, Sean immediately waved his wand. The wine jug suddenly flew out and landed on the floor nearby.
The jug spun violently and transformed into a person-sized chest, equally exquisite, with silver filigree patterns and green gem fragments.
Seeing this scene, Professor McGonagall's eyes immediately lit up. Such effortless execution—Sean's transfiguration had obviously reached the third stage. She hadn't expected her estimation of Sean to still be too low.
Just as she was about to say something, Professor McGonagall suddenly discovered that Sean's transfiguration wasn't finished yet. This exquisite chest expanded again, becoming a massive wardrobe in the same style.
This time Professor McGonagall didn't immediately want to speak. She looked at Sean and looked at the wardrobe, waiting for the next possible change.
Sure enough, not long after the wardrobe's transformation ended, it began changing again. The wardrobe grew larger once more, transforming into a silver tree with branches extending outward, covering the entire classroom ceiling. Then dark green gem leaves grew from the silver branches—everything was so magnificent and shocking!
Third stage!
The third stage of transfiguration!
Undoubtedly!
And he had entered quite deeply into the third stage. Such transfiguration—what kind of new understanding could lead to this level? I want this kind of new understanding too!
Taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall looked at Sean, maintaining her calm and serious persona, "Sean, come find me after class. We should have a talk."
Having said this, Professor McGonagall turned to look at the others, waved her wand to restore Sean's silver tree back to that mouse, and then said to the others, "Continue practicing. I'll be back to check your results."
With these words, Professor McGonagall left the classroom and quickly walked to the headmaster's office.
"Cockroach Cluster!"
With the correct password, the door to the headmaster's office opened. Professor McGonagall walked straight into the office and saw Dumbledore waiting inside.
"Minerva, this should be Transfiguration class time. What matter has made you abandon your classroom to come to me?"
Although Dumbledore invited Professor McGonagall to sit, she chose not to sit down and directly said to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, there's a student, Sean. I think you know him."
Hearing Professor McGonagall mention Sean, Dumbledore immediately became serious, but his voice remained as gentle as always, "Minerva, what's happened? From your expression, it should be good news, right?"
Nodding with slight reserve, Professor McGonagall said, "That's right, this is good news. Just now in class, Sean demonstrated third-stage transfiguration, and it appears he's entered quite deeply into the third stage. Current coursework can no longer help him, so I want to apply for him to be exempted from Transfiguration classes. For a student like him, even without attending classes, it won't delay his learning—he just needs to come for exams when the time comes."
Dumbledore was Professor McGonagall's predecessor as Hogwarts Transfiguration professor. He naturally knew what level of genius it represented for a second-year student to enter the third stage of transfiguration.
Even Dumbledore himself had only mastered third-stage transfiguration in his third year, and Tom back then had only entered the third stage in his fifth year.
Now here was Sean, entering the third stage in his second year. Dumbledore should have felt happy, but Professor McGonagall didn't see any joy on his face.
Could Dumbledore be jealous of Sean's talent? Of course not—even if Hogwarts disappeared, Dumbledore wouldn't be jealous of his students' talents. So what was the reason?
At this moment, Professor McGonagall fell into deep confusion.
Regarding Professor McGonagall's confusion, Dumbledore didn't provide any explanation, or rather, he was unwilling to share his doubts with Professor McGonagall.
"Minerva, arrange it according to your ideas. I approve your application. This way we can give a genius student like Sean enough time, preventing him from wasting time on things that don't help him much."
"Alright, then I understand. If you don't have anything else, I'll go back first. There are quite a few children in the classroom waiting for me to return to teach."
Hearing this, Dumbledore immediately nodded. Seeing this, Professor McGonagall left Dumbledore's headmaster's office.
Just as Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore made a silencing gesture, preventing the portraits in the office from speaking.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a silver-white mist appeared before Dumbledore. He spoke to this mist, "Severus, please come to my office."
As his words fell, Dumbledore waved his hand again, and the mist immediately flew out the window toward Snape's location.