A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

On the first day back after the holidays, the sixth-grade students sat in the charms classroom, their professor, Felix Harp, with a lineage of fairies, barely audible over the raging storm outside. With a flick of his wand, the loud windows were sealed shut, and the classroom fell silent.

"Alright, class, pay attention. We have less than two months until the end-of-term exams." Professor Harp, holding his wand, spoke with a sharp voice, "Open your textbooks and read the penultimate chapter."

The students silently took out their textbooks and read the material, the closed windows keeping the bean-sized raindrops and dark sky at bay, though occasional thunder still rumbled in their ears.

Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances as they flipped through the pages.

"Harry will be okay," Ron whispered with a hint of unease, and Hermione nodded slowly. There was an empty seat next to them, reserved for Harry, but it had been almost two hours since they last saw him.

In Hagrid's cabin near the edge of the Forbidden Forest,

The thick rain hammered down on the roof, making a cacophony of sounds. Inside, Hagrid stood anxiously by the fire, oblivious even to the boiling milk pot on the stove. Fang, his loyal hound, whimpered softly.

"You timid thing, don't even recognize Harry?" Hagrid growled softly at the frightened hound hiding behind him.

"Are you alright, Harry?"

The stag let out a couple of calls, then seemed to realize the communication barrier and quickly shook its antlered head. But Felix and Dumbledore remained vigilant. Felix's eyes turned a pale gray as he circled the stag slowly.

Dumbledore also watched it intently, his sharp gaze seeming to penetrate the stag's brownish-gray skin.

After a dozen minutes or so, the two stopped.

Felix and Dumbledore exchanged a glance. "I didn't find any problems," Felix said, and Dumbledore blinked, "Neither did I. But we need to observe a bit more."

"I'll stay behind, I have no classes this morning," Felix said knowingly.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall left together. As they pushed the door open, lightning illuminated the ground in front of the cabin, casting a puzzled expression on Professor McGonagall's face. "Dumbledore, I don't understand..."

The door closed behind them.

"This rain is really coming down hard," Hagrid muttered, then looked in astonishment as the stag's huge antlers slowly retracted and its body straightened, transforming into a wizard. He walked over and gave Harry a hearty hug with his arms as thick as thighs, then handed him a steaming cup.

"Have some milk, you must be exhausted..."

"Thank you, Hagrid. If you ask me, I know exactly how this rain came about," Harry grumbled, and at that moment, Felix peered out the window. They heard a shrill cry from above.

The rain gradually subsided.

Harry sipped his hot milk, his mood gradually calming after experiencing his first Animagus transformation. Some new thoughts began to emerge.

It had been two weeks since the last full moon, and he once again felt the stirrings of his Animagus, everything seemed to fall into place. He had learned from his previous experience and immediately reported to Professor McGonagall, fearing he might encounter a Stunning Spell on the way, repeating the same mistake.

It was clear that Professor McGonagall had similar thoughts as she quickly informed Professor Snape.

The subsequent developments were beyond Harry's expectations—accompanied by Professor Snape was Headmaster Dumbledore, who had been absent throughout the Easter holidays. His eyes sparkled with joy, but the smile on his face faded slightly when he saw Harry.

"It's a coincidence," Dumbledore explained briefly, "I promised to help gather some clouds."

The reason sounded reasonable, as there were only two or three thin clouds hanging in the sky. If all went well, today should have been a sunny day, but twenty minutes later, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and a massive shadow was cast from Professor Snape, a Thunderbird.

In just a moment, lightning flashed and the rain poured down.

After receiving the hidden potion, Dumbledore did not immediately allow Harry to attempt transformation but instead brought him near Hagrid's cabin, where Harry took the red potion in the vegetable patch. Hagrid seemed flustered by the unexpected visit of the group, and the house was messy. He looked amazed when he saw Harry transform into a huge stag.

Whether it was an illusion brought on by the transformation, Harry even felt some tension among the professors, which was understandable in Professor McGonagall's case, given her stern exterior hid a caring heart for her students. But it was strange for Professors Snape and Dumbledore.

Especially in comparison to Hermione's transformation experience, Professor Snape's expression at the time was like going out for a picnic, which left a strong impression on Harry.

He was afraid the professors might follow suit this time, pulling out various snacks from their pockets and stuffing them into their mouths.

After a successful transformation, Harry was led back to the cabin—he reluctantly left the pumpkin patch, the lush pumpkin seedlings having a peculiar attraction to him, and he realized he hadn't eaten breakfast today—where the professors took turns examining his body, as if his Animagus form were not a stag, but a delicate porcelain.

There must be something overlooked in between, Harry thought indignantly.

Unconsciously, the milk in his cup reached its bottom.

"You've rested enough, Harry. Let's try again," Felix said, and the rain had completely stopped, a beam of sunlight shining into the room. Harry listened, set down the cup, and silently stood up.

"How about taking a little break and having some sausages?" Hagrid suggested from the side.

"Hagrid, time is limited, let's finish the task first," Felix said, "After training, I think Harry would prefer vegetable-based food."

After saying that, he gestured for Harry to begin. Harry took a deep breath, pointed his wand at himself, his heart pounding vigorously. A large animal form appeared in his mind, and Harry embraced that feeling with all his might.

His body began to transform, his clothes and glasses melting into his body like liquid. He felt uncomfortable waves but much better than the excruciating pain of the first time. He even managed to control the urge to smash through the window and escape.

In his stag form, some of his human features were retained, and the fur around his eyes had a dark patch that reminded one of the glasses Harry usually wore. His wand fell to the floor.

Felix examined Harry carefully.

There was a faint light surrounding the stag's body, pristine and pure, but under the white light, there was a hidden layer of darkness, seemingly integrated with its fur, difficult to perceive.

After a full ten minutes, Harry was allowed to transform back. He was panting, the ease of the second transformation making him feel the pressure from the professors' eyes.

"Professor, is there anything wrong?" Harry asked.

"So far, nothing has been found," Felix said.

Even before Harry practiced Animagus transformation, he and Dumbledore had considered the risks involved, and the conclusion was that there shouldn't be

any major problems. Voldemort's soul fragment was actually attached to Harry's soul, not a specific part of his body. Therefore, theoretically, Animagus transformation shouldn't have much effect on Harry.

But it never hurt to be cautious.

After all, there was magic in the soul fragment, and no one could guarantee that this magic wouldn't be involved in the transformation. But judging from the fact that the soul fragment had been dormant all along, the probability of this happening was minimal.

Next was to test whether repeated transformation would activate the dormant soul fragment.

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