I am Harry Potter's Cousin, Big D

Life at Hogwarts was, for Dudley, easy and comfortable.

Despite not being able to cast a single decent spell with his wand, he effortlessly navigated the various subjects offered at Hogwarts. Herbology and Potions, in particular, seemed tailor-made for him. There was hardly a question he couldn't answer, a herb he didn't recognize, or a potion he couldn't brew. In History of Magic, Dudley was even more eloquent, and the usually forgetful Professor Binns could now call him by name. As long as these subjects were on the schedule for the day, the points he earned were more than Hermione's for an entire week. This was a significant blow to the self-proclaimed Miss Know-it-all.

Of course, while Dudley's theoretical knowledge was incredibly rich, he also had subjects he found relatively challenging—two of them, to be exact: Charms and Transfiguration. If you wanted to be precise, there was also Flying class, but that subject was purely a hobby and was even less valued than the minor subjects in a primary school. Some young wizards genuinely couldn't learn to fly. Charms and Transfiguration, however, required more than just theoretical knowledge; they also needed practical application, which meant waving a wand. Especially Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class; she was the Head of Gryffindor and known for her strictness and fairness. Once a mistake was made, even if it was one of her own Gryffindors, she would deduct points without hesitation.

That morning, after exercising, Harry was on his way back to the dormitory to change clothes and head to class with Ron when he ran into Peeves, a poltergeist who absolutely loved playing pranks. Peeves's teasing led them to take the wrong staircase, and by the time they arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, class had already started.

"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall isn't here yet," Ron said, looking at the neatly seated young wizards and the empty podium, feeling incredibly relieved. He pulled Harry along and began to look for seats. The two of them seemed not to notice that even though the professor hadn't arrived, the entire classroom was unusually quiet, with all the young wizards sitting neatly in their chairs, backs straight.

Today's Transfiguration class was a large one, with young wizards from all four houses gathered together. The seats were quite full, with only two empty chairs in the very front row. The two of them walked over just like that.

"Hey, Harry, look over there," Ron said, pointing. Harry, who had just pulled out a seat, froze. There was a cat lying on the podium—a tabby cat, to be exact. Harry felt that this cat looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before but couldn't quite remember where.

"Little guy, whose little darling are you?" Ron imitated the way Dudley had teased Mrs. Norris earlier, trying to pet the tabby cat, but it skillfully dodged him. Giggling, Ron then pulled a few crumpled little dried fish from his pocket and waved them at the cat. He had prepared them to deal with Mrs. Norris, hoping to bribe her like Dudley had, but unfortunately, it had been useless. Mrs. Norris wouldn't even touch them.

Inferior dried salted fish (even dogs won't eat them), Dudley's Data Eye clearly displayed from across the room.

Ron seemed not to notice the increasingly strange looks from the surrounding young wizards. Only Harry suddenly realized something. He turned and looked towards the most prominent place in the classroom—Dudley's seat. He saw Dudley nod slightly at him. Dudley, a severe cat lover, saw a cat and didn't go to pet it, but instead sat still. Why do you think that is?

At that moment, Harry felt his scalp tingle. He remembered now. He had seen this cat before. It was Professor McGonagall.

Unfortunately, it was too late to stop Ron; that fool had already handed over the dried fish.

Perhaps she couldn't stand it anymore, or perhaps she was afraid she would actually smell the dried fish, but with a rapid transformation, the tabby cat instantly turned into Professor McGonagall.

At that moment, Ron was stunned.

"Alright, students," she began, her face a mask of stern neutrality. "I have just demonstrated the Animagus transformation for you. This is an advanced Transfiguration spell, and if you have the opportunity in the future, you can also try it. Of course, that will be after you achieve an 'Outstanding' in Transfiguration in your O.W.L.s." Her gaze fell on Ron. He didn't dare to look up at her. This was practically a public execution.

"Late for class. Gryffindor loses two points," she said coolly. "I think you should find a seat and sit down instead of continuing to stand here and stare. And thank you, Mr. Weasley, for the dried fish, but I suggest you throw it away. It's no longer fresh."

A burst of laughter erupted around them, and Ron's face turned even redder. At this moment, he felt like dying. It was simply... simply too unlucky.

Unfortunately, his streak of bad luck had only just begun. His previous behavior had successfully made Professor McGonagall focus on him.

The content of this Transfiguration class was to turn a small wooden stick into a needle. Hermione, as expected of a top student, was the first to make the wooden stick change. After a series of perfect, textbook-level incantations and movements, one end of the wooden stick became pointed and took on a metallic texture.

"Excellent," Professor McGonagall said with a rare smile. "Two points to Gryffindor." Hearing the points being added, a smile finally bloomed on Hermione's face.

Meanwhile, while Professor McGonagall was admiring Hermione's spell, Dudley quietly held the wooden stick with one hand and then forcefully rubbed it with the other. A toothpick was born just like that.

Professor McGonagall walked up to Dudley and also nodded. "Not bad," she said. "One point to Slytherin." He really couldn't turn wood into metal; achieving a similar shape was already his limit. Dudley called this the Physical Transfiguration spell.

After observing a few more students, Professor McGonagall quietly walked behind Ron. He felt a pair of burning eyes staring at him from behind, which doubled his pressure. With a smile that was uglier than crying, Ron took out his wand. It was a slightly damaged old wand, the unicorn hair inside even exposed at the end. It was his brother Charlie's. Because the Weasleys had so many children, their family's finances were very tight. Spending seven Galleons to buy Ron a new wand was an unnecessary expense in Mrs. Weasley's eyes. It could be used, but using a wand that didn't belong to oneself was very difficult.

As Ron finished muttering the spell and pointed his wand at the wooden stick, not only did the wooden stick not turn into a needle, but it made a series of "poof poof poof" sounds, similar to someone passing gas.

"Hahahahaha..."

At this, the young wizards could no longer hold back, and even with Professor McGonagall present, unrestrained laughter erupted. For a moment, the entire classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Ron's face turned even redder, more vivid than his hair. At this moment, he wished he could die.

[Chapter Complete]

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