**Chapter 67: What Does It Feel Like to Be Turned into a Piglet by a Professor?**

Dylan was enveloped by Professor McGonagall's magic, and his vision suddenly turned upside down. What had once been an ordinary eye level was now a view that forced him to look up at Professor McGonagall's face.

The once-normal desk now loomed like a towering cliff before him.

Instinctively, Dylan tried to raise his hand, but all he saw were two short, pink, and chubby little pig hooves waving in front of him.

Dylan was completely stunned, his mind blank.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Professor McGonagall to undo the transformation, but all that came out was a series of oinks.

Hearing the strange sound, Dylan shuddered in shock, his ears drooping in fear.

He tried to move, but his stubby little legs were as weak as noodles. The moment he took a step, he stumbled and fell with a *thud*.

Desperately, he gestured toward Professor McGonagall, but his clumsy hooves refused to cooperate, flailing helplessly in the air.

"Oink! Oink!"

Professor McGonagall watched Dylan, now a piglet, struggling to stand up on the floor. Her stern expression melted away, replaced by a bright, cheerful smile as her laughter echoed through the office.

"Dylan, don't panic," she said, still chuckling as she waved her wand and murmured an incantation. "This is such a unique moment. Let me capture it for posterity."

*Whoosh!*

A small, elegant magical camera appeared in the air. It immediately adjusted its angle, focusing its lens on the flustered piglet that was Dylan.

*Swish!*

The camera flew around Dylan, circling him as it snapped photos.

*Click!*

*Click!*

The camera continuously captured Dylan's movements, the shutter automatically pressing as Dylan tried in vain to dodge. Instead, it only managed to capture his comically狼狈 (clumsy) poses.

Finally, Dylan gave up. He turned around, covering his face with his little hooves and pointing his rear end toward the corner.

"Whatever. I don't care anymore!" he thought, letting out another frustrated oink.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall smiled and waved her wand. The magical camera floated back to her, and photos began to spill out. She caught them, looking at the adorable images of Dylan with a grin that she couldn't suppress.

With another graceful wave of her wand, she chanted, "Vera Verto!"

In an instant, a magical glow enveloped Dylan. His body began to change, and soon, he was back to his human form.

Still sitting on the floor, Dylan stared at his restored hands, his face flushed with embarrassment. But in that moment, he made a firm decision.

"I *must* master advanced magic!" he vowed silently. "I'll wake up at 3 a.m. every day! I'll study until I drop if I have to!"

Dylan was fuming. Professor McGonagall had gone too far. How could she turn him into a pig?

Noticing Dylan's sulky expression, Professor McGonagall tried to suppress her smile, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching upward. She waved her wand gently, and Dylan felt a magical force lift him to his feet.

She walked over and patted his shoulder lightly.

"This was a memorable experience, for both of us. It's the first time I've ever used a transfiguration spell in a duel with a first-year student—and turned them into a piglet, no less."

Dylan groaned, "Professor McGonagall!"

She chuckled and pulled out a chair, gesturing for him to sit. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you."

She sat down across from him and continued, "During the transformation, you could feel the magic of the spell working on your body, couldn't you?"

Dylan paused, then nodded after a moment of thought.

Professor McGonagall smiled, the lines around her eyes softening. "I meant what I said earlier, Dylan. This experience is an invaluable lesson for you. You've now felt the entire process of a transfiguration spell being cast on a human body. When the magic enveloped you and reshaped your form, you could sense the flow and restructuring of magical energy. This will elevate your understanding of transfiguration from mere textbook knowledge to a firsthand experience."

"In the future, as you study transfiguration, try to recall today's sensations. It will help you better grasp the nuances of magical control and spellcasting. Remember, every transformation is an exercise in precise magical manipulation and a deeper exploration of the essence of magic."

She patted his shoulder again, a nostalgic look crossing her face. "When my own teacher taught me transfiguration, they turned me into a... well, never mind." She caught herself before revealing too much.

Dylan's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Was your transfiguration teacher Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, avoiding the question. "Yes, well, the point is, I could have simply dispelled your spell, but I chose to cast the transfiguration on you so you could experience the power of transformation firsthand. This will help you in your future studies, especially when you learn to become an Animagus."

"And besides, we were in a magical duel, weren't we?"

"Well, yes," Dylan muttered, "but I don't want my Animagus form to be a pig..."

Professor McGonagall laughed, her chest shaking with amusement. "Don't worry, just because I turned you into a piglet doesn't mean that's what your Animagus form will be."

Dylan sighed in relief.

Although his transfiguration skills had reached level seven, he hadn't yet learned to become an Animagus, which was why he hadn't progressed to level eight. He wasn't opposed to learning his Animagus form, but Professor McGonagall believed he needed a solid foundation in magical theory and practice before attempting it.

Dylan agreed. After all, according to Hogwarts' curriculum, students needed to master fifth- and sixth-year transfiguration knowledge before even considering Animagus training—and that was just the beginning. The process of becoming an Animagus was incredibly complex, and a single mistake could lead to disastrous consequences. The Ministry of Magic strictly regulated Animagus registration and required wizards to undergo extensive training, practice, and testing to ensure they could perform the magic safely and proficiently.

Because Dylan had never attempted to transform into an Animagus, he had no idea what his form would be. He just hoped it wouldn't be the same oinking creature he'd been moments ago.

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(End of Chapter)