A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 640: Tempting Training - (1)

Chapter 640: Tempting Training

Once again, the students experienced Professor Harp's cunning ways.

He had no intention of giving the students too much time to think—let alone a week. While others hesitated, he called Harry to the front. "How can someone aspiring to be an Auror lack courage?"

Before they could react, Harry was pulled into a golden circle.

"Since it's an experiential class, let's save some time. What do you think?" Felix smiled and asked. Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he stammered, "Yes—uh—" "Perfect," Felix said. Then he pointed, and Harry's body quickly shrank, turning into a gray rabbit like Susan Bones.

"Wow!" Susan exclaimed, unable to resist getting closer.

"No touching allowed," Ron warned. Susan rolled her eyes in annoyance, but her gaze remained fixated on the furry little creature on the ground.

"Are you keeping a clear head, Potter?" Felix asked Harry. The rabbit on the ground nodded enthusiastically, and a girl, excited and with eyes shining, emitted a muffled scream, apparently one of Harry's admirers. Felix glanced at her, "Very well, you're next."

"Now, let's start with questions... the first one..."

Harry felt strange. His consciousness seemed forcibly crammed into a small drawer, crowded and uncomfortable. Then his brain shook violently, and a flood of bizarre information rushed in—first, faint and miscellaneous noises, the "rustle" of clothes, the "creak" of shoes on the floor, laughter, whispers... as if they had been filtered through some container before flooding into his ears.

Professor Harp's tone also sounded different, sharper than usual.

Then came changes in vision and smell.

For the first time, Harry directly saw what was behind him—he could see both Professor Harp and his classmates in front, as well as Professor McGonagall and the remaining students behind. Their skin color became strange, a cold, grayish tone, blending with the surrounding tables and chairs. It was a bit blurry, and Harry wasn't sure if it was because of his nearsightedness.

If we exclude that factor, the remaining reasons were quite obvious: rabbits didn't have good eyesight, probably worse than his. But Harry found their sense of smell to be excellent; he could now clearly distinguish the scent of bear cookies in the air.

"Potter?" Felix asked with concern. "Not adapted yet?" Harry came to his senses, shook his head, then nodded. Felix smiled understandingly, slightly raised his voice so others could hear.

"People and animals have many differences in sensory organs, so transformation is often difficult to adapt to, causing unnecessary panic. This is also a challenge for Animagi the first time they transform..."

"Is that so?" Someone in the crowd whispered to Susan.

Susan shook her head in confusion, whispering, "It seems so. Hearing and smell become more sensitive, but vision degrades significantly. But I was too scared at the time, just focused on Professor's questions—" "No wonder you closed your eyes for a while," her companion suddenly realized.

Several students made quiet exclamations.

Felix roughly repeated the question he had just asked.

Harry persevered a few minutes longer than Susan Bones but did not reach an astonishing level.

When he observed Susan Bones' experience, he had thought about how he would deal with this situation if it happened to him. The first solution that came to mind was to rely on Occlumency. But when he actually transformed, he found that the reality was completely different from what he imagined: he seemed to have lost his magical abilities, including Occlumency, and could only resist with sheer will. But housed in the body of a beast, his thoughts inevitably became confused, and instincts gradually took over. He found his will becoming heavier, exhausted, as if a voice said, "Take a nap..."

At this point, Felix raised his wand, a loud noise, and Harry returned to his original form. He gasped for breath, feeling a bit dizzy. Felix helped him up. "I'm fine—no, no need for a potion." Harry panted, and Occlumency started working, removing the lingering discomfort from his mind. He rejoined the group.

"Your reaction was quite intense," Ron worriedly said. "Is it really that powerful? More exaggerated than the Dementor's Kiss?"

"It's okay," Harry muttered softly. "It's like temporarily changing bodies. I understand a bit why Voldemort's mind went haywire." He insisted on finishing his sentence.

On the other side, Felix called up another student, this time a witch, the one who seemed to be Harry's admirer just now.

"Students who have experienced transformation stand together and exchange experiences of resisting animalization. Miss Elvira, would you like to try? As far as I know, your Transfiguration and Potion scores are good..."

Elvira glanced at Harry, who had walked over to Susan Bones, hesitated for a few seconds, and agreed. Professors McGonagall and Hermione stared at him with a rather strange expression, and Felix pretended not to notice.

Elvira persisted for less than five minutes before becoming indifferent to Felix's questions. Helpless, he had to transform her back, and Elvira happily ran over to Harry's side, chatting with them as if completely unaffected.

With Felix's skillful persuasion, all the students experienced the world from a rabbit's perspective, either voluntarily or involuntarily. When the last person finished, these students inexplicably felt a sense of relief. It didn't seem as difficult as they had imagined, especially with so many companions persevering with them.

As the students left, treating the morning's experience as a novel and interesting class, many of them were ready to boast to their peers.

"Miller, I'm worried that this class will trigger a wave of imitation among students. It's better to publicize it and strictly prohibit unauthorized transformation among students."

Felix pondered with his hand on his chin. Professor McGonagall hummed as a response, not quite satisfied with Felix's use of language to induce students' behavior. "This approach reminds me of Professor Babbling, but he..." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, but did not voice her suspicion that Professor Babbling might be a saint. She pursed her lips and said, "He's now on probation."

"Miller, I'm not like Professor Babbling." Felix shrugged, "I just want to dispel the students' fear and let them know that their fears are only 'unknown.' After all, sometimes we have to admit that decisions made in a state of ignorance are often neither rational nor objective."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, somewhat convinced. She swallowed, then said, "Well, you know who this reminds me of?" Without waiting for Felix to reply, she announced the answer, "Dumbledore. Full of strange and bizarre reasoning. But the last time he went to such lengths was to convince me to include a Muggle snack in the school menu—"

"You agreed?" Felix asked in surprise.

"Of course not!" Professor McGonagall seemed unjustly accused, saying indignantly, "He's unreliable enough, especially this semester... Hmph, I won't..." She muttered irritably, apparently holding this frustration inside for a long time. Felix played the role of

a good listener, nodding and smiling from time to time, agreeing with short words.

"Is that true?"

"Surprising."

"You've been through a lot, Miller."

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