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."Forget it, I'll wait and see if there are any other functions."
Seeing the Item Upgrade Card in his hand, Dverro wasn't in a rush to use it. After all, it was a recent acquisition. He wanted to experiment a bit, explore what other aspects it could improve. Using it after class wouldn't be too late.
Speaking of the Item Upgrade Card reminded Dverro of his lack of progress in exploring the castle. The weekend had passed without much advancement due to various interruptions. He rubbed his forehead, sighing in frustration.
On Saturday, he'd worked on a new Polyjuice Potion recipe. Sunday had been more of the same, and in the afternoon, he got caught up in a mess at the owl shed. His entire schedule was delayed. Now, Snape wanted to see him every night, and he still needed to keep cultivating the Zen meditation method. Higher-year courses were on the horizon too. Tasks were piling up quickly.
Dverro let out a sigh and began playing with the smoking quill in his hand. With a thought, the quill constantly shifted, transforming into various objects. By now, he was quite skilled in transforming small items without needing a wand. As he absentmindedly played, the quill suddenly became a long match. Seeing it, a thought crossed his mind.
"I'll ask Professor McGonagall about it later."
Time passed as Dverro continued testing his new transfiguration skills on small objects.
Ding-ling-ling!
A clear bell rang out as Professor McGonagall waved her wand. The entire classroom immediately went silent, all students lifting their heads. Most hadn't completed their work. Ron was sweating heavily, scratching his head as he frantically scribbled a few more lines.
Dverro figured Ron was likely to fail.
He hadn't been paying much attention himself, but Harry seemed calm, setting down his pen and quietly waiting for the professor to collect his paper. Hermione, as always, was an exception. She had finished early and was already flipping through the next lesson, muttering to herself.
"Oh dear, if this lesson covers identification methods, will we even finish the syllabus this semester...?"
Dverro overheard her and couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly. It didn't sound like a question an eleven-year-old should be concerned about.
"Time's up, students."
Professor McGonagall's firm and powerful voice echoed through the room. Still, a few students continued scribbling. Her brows furrowed, and she waved her wand again. Instantly, an invisible magical force spread through the classroom. All the parchments were gently rolled up as if by invisible hands and neatly gathered.
Ron's quill, still in his hand, was rolled up together with the parchment. Realizing he had no chance left, he slumped over his desk, resigned and awaiting judgment.
Another wave of McGonagall's wand summoned all the parchments into the air. They floated up gracefully, fluttering like butterflies, before descending and landing perfectly in order on the podium. She gave a small, satisfied nod.
Then, with a small poke of her wand, four specific parchments flew up from the stack and hovered in front of her. Her already serious expression grew even more severe. She skimmed the parchments with a frown, her eyes flashing with disapproval.
"Crabbe, Goyle, Weasley, Longbottom!"
She announced the names sharply. The four students clearly failed.
Dverro glanced at Ron and Neville with some sympathy. As for Crabbe and Goyle, they remained as clueless as ever, seemingly unaware of why their names were called.
"To think that someone could get more than half the questions wrong on this test! Especially Crabbe and Goyle—they didn't get a single answer right!"
McGonagall's eyes blazed with anger. Dverro was once again amazed at the incompetence of Malfoy's loyal sidekicks.
"You four will report to my office tonight. I will be giving you individual extra lessons!"
None of them dared to argue, nodding meekly.
"Alright, class dismissed. Head to your next class."
Professor McGonagall exhaled slowly and gave a gentle wave of her hand, shooing the students like a mother hen sending off her chicks.
The classroom erupted with activity. The sounds of shuffling chairs, flipping pages, and chatting voices filled the air as students began packing their belongings.
Most left in small groups, some even inviting Dverro to walk with them. He politely declined every offer.
He wasn't in a hurry. Calmly, he packed his schoolbag with a composed expression.
His next scheduled class was Charms, but since he had advanced placement with the fifth-years, this period was free for him. It gave him the perfect opportunity to approach Professor McGonagall with his question.
As the room emptied, Dverro's eyes remained fixed on the podium. He waited patiently until the last student—Hermione, who was always the final one to leave—exited the classroom, still immersed in her textbook.
Dverro stepped forward.
"Is there something I can help you with, Dverro?" Professor McGonagall greeted him with a gentle smile.
After explaining that he had a free period, Dverro got straight to the point.
"Professor, I'd like to ask about the use of Transfiguration in combat situations."
McGonagall looked at him thoughtfully. Her brow furrowed, clearly weighing whether to discuss this topic.
"Professor, as you know, someone is targeting me. I think it's important for me to enhance all aspects of my abilities—including Transfiguration—so I can better protect myself."
Her expression softened a bit. She nodded slightly.
"You're not wrong. But even if I teach you now, you might not be able to master it yet. It may not be immediately useful in actual combat."
She stood from her seat, her tone becoming more serious.
"If you're seeking rapid improvement in your self-defense skills, I suggest speaking with Professor Flitwick or Professor Snape. Both are highly skilled in dueling."
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