Chapter 11.

  During dihe mischievous Draco couldn't help but walk over to the Gryffindor table with his folloyle and Crabbe, to stir up trouble. Soren could only facepalm in silence; how much did Draco love Harry to stantly provoke him?

  As described in the inal novel, Draptuously challenged Harry to a duel.

  In his view, Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world and had only been exposed to magic for two weeks, probably didn't even know what a duel was and would surely be too scared to accept, allowing him to mock Harry freely. But uedly, Ron couldn't help but step in to assert his presence, unnecessarily helping Harry accept the duel, "A duel it is! I'll be his sed; who's your sed?"

  Draced back at Crabbe and Goyle and said without hesitation, "Of course it's my brother."

  Crabbe and Goyle couldn't help but mutter uheir breath, "Then what are you looking at us for..."

  "At midnight, how about that? We'll meet you irophy room; it never locks," Draco tinued without aowledging their pints.

  Soren's slow voice came from afar, "I say... you lot are openly discussing dueling and fighting in publid you've chosen to do so at midnight, which viotes school rules; furthermore, draggio a duel without asking for my opiniohat really seem appropriate?"

  Ron scoffed without hesitation, "You guys clearly proposed the duel. What? Now that you're scared, you want to back out? Cowardly wimp!"

  Ron's tone was indeed a bit excessive, causing even Harry to frown. However, Harry didn't want to be misuood as siding with Slytherin, so he chose to remain silent.

  At that moment, Sore a bit angered by Ron's words. Although he maintained a ral expression, his tone suddenly became very chilling, "I just don't want to viote school rules for a b reason. Since you want to duel, there's o wait until midnight..."

  After saying this, Soren drew his wand and lightly tapped a cup on the long table. In an instant, the cup transformed into a fierce gray wolf, baring its sharp fangs aing out a terrifying howl!

  Screams erupted from the Gryffindor table, Harry's fastantly turned pale, and Ron was shtehat he fell backward off his chair. Just as Professonagall rushed over, Soren waved his wand again, and the gray wolf transformed bato the cup. He then said in aionless voice, "Do you still want to duel me now?"

  Professonagall arrived with a stern expression and said sharply, "Mr. Malfoy! Please expin what is going on here. Using magic to harm fellow students is strictly prohibited at Hogwarts!"

  Soren turo Professonagall. He khat this professor always acted fairly and would not show favoritism tryffindor, so he was unafraid.

  He replied in a calm tone, "Professonagall, Mr. Weasley has never had a good opinion of our Malfoy family, which I don't mind. However, just now I merely wao peacefully cel the duel agreemeween them and my brother, but I was insulted by Mr. Weasley—he called me a cowardly wimp! I only inteo scare them a bit with Transfiguration; I don't think that ts as harming fellow students, does it? There are so many people here witnessing this; they all testify."

  Professonagall, after questioning several students dining at the same table, firmed that what Soren said was ihe truth. She pressed her lips tightly together because Ron's insulting behavior had cost Gryffindor 20 points, which pced them at the bottom of the house rankings after already losing quite a few points over the past two weeks. Many little wizards from Gryffindor shot unfriendly g Ron and Harry.

  Professonagall turo Soren and said, "Even if there was a reason, Mr. Malfoy, your as were inappropriate. You are only a first-year student; what if yit out of trol and harmed fellow students?"

  Soren spoke calmly, his tone filled with undeniable fidence: "Professor, I apologise for being blunt but that would never happen."

  With that, he waved his wand lightly, and the four cups oable transformed simultaneously into a snake, a spider, a chick, and a red fox. Then, with anentle wave, the four little animals taogether, turning into a snake-like monster with a fox tail, a b, a spider legs, raising its terrifying head, flig its forked tongue, and hissing. With anht wave, the snake-like monster instantly broke down into the four previous little animals and theed back to the four cups.

  Professonagall stood there, speechless, stunned by Soren's performance. After regaining her posure, she slowly said, "Mr. Malfoy, that is truly incredible Transfiguration. you tell me what level your Transfiguration skills have reached?"

  "What level?" Soren stroked his . "I think... aside from the Switg Spell and the Vanishing Spell, I should have mastered everything at the OWL level..." As he spoke, he g Ron and added, "To be ho, just now, if I wao, I could have turned him into a white ferret."

  This statement shocked Ron, filling him with fear, anger, and hatred, but the presence of Professonagall and the sharp gaze from Soreed him from saying anything harsh.

  Although Professonagall's expression remaiern, Soren could sense a hint of delight that she iently revealed between her brows. "e with me to my office; I have something to discuss with you."

  Soren followed Professonagall out of the Great Hall, still able to hear Ron's low curses, but he paid no mind to it and hurriedly followed Professonagall to her office.

  Professonagall's office was a small study located at the end of a corridor on the sed floor. There was a r firepce, and outside the window, one could see the Quidditch pitch. Behind Professonagall's desk were shelves filled with dense books on Transfiguration and students' Transfiguration papers, all showing signs of having been read, rather than just being for show on a bookshelf.

  It seemed that Professonagall's "Hat Trick" title was indeed not unfounded; Ravencw suited her just as well, Soren thought to himself.

  After sitting down at her desk, Professonagall stared at Soren for a few seds before anizing her words and saying, "Mr. Malfoy, you probably are one of the most taleudent in Transfiguration I have ever seen. Your learning progress far exceeds that of your peers. To not waste your talent, I would like to invite you to join my Transfiguration Club."

  "Transfiguration Club?" Soren asked, perplexed. He was well-versed in the inal novel and did not recall such a club.

  The only clubs he remembered were the Duelling Club that appeared in the sed year, the Slug Club that emerged in the sixth year, and the Gobstone Club anized by students... Right, it seemed that Gryffindor's Vicky Frobisher mentioned her focus on the "Charm Club" when peting with Ron for a position on the Quidditch team; perhaps the Transfiguration Club was a simir anization.

  "That is a club I established, meeting once a week, where some of your uppercssmen who excel in Transfiguration discuss and study topics reted to Transfiguration. Of course, where you also publish academic papers in the 'Daily Transfiguration' to tribute to the field of Transfiguration," Professonagall expined.

  After saying this, Professonagall pulled out a book from the shelf; it was her own Transfiguration notes from when she reparing for her OWL exams, filled with many private tips and insights not found ibooks. She ha to Soren, as she had high hopes for him and looked forward to his future achievements in the field of Transfiguration.

  [Professonagall's Transfiguration Notes Acquired!]

  "It is my honor, Professor," Soren said respectfully, nodding as he left Professonagall's office.

  Back at the Slytherin long table in the Great Hall, Drad his followers, Daphne, Meredith, and Pansy, eagerly surrounded him. "What did Professonagall want you for?" Draco couldn't help but ask first.

  "Nothing special," Soren expined nontly. "She invited me to joiransfiguration club and even gave me a book on Transfiguration."

  "Transfiguration club?" several people echoed. "What is that?"

  "I heard it's a club that Professonagall set up herself," Soren thought for a moment and said, "to discuss and study topics reted to Transfiguration."

  "Are you kidding?" Pansy excimed, surprised into silence. Soren was sure she unsciously g Draco again, a plex expression flickering in her eyes.

  "You're amazing, really enviable," Meredith said, a bit jealous, as this was undoubtedly Professonagall's special attention towards Soren.

  "Of course, you have to sider who my brother is. If my brother were a bit more diligent and spent more time studying and doing homework instead to find ways to annoy that bunch of Gryffindors all day, he would definitely be no worse than me, right, Draco?" Soren said with a smile.

  "Absolutely!" Draco replied proudly.

  At that moment, Soren caught sight of Harry and R to eavesdrop from a distand said lightly, "Potter, Weasley, don't you think it's quite rude to listen in on other people's versations?"

  Drad the others turheir heads to see the two sneaking around nearby, gring at them with anger.

  Ron, unwilling to back down, said, "What gives you the right to say we're eavesdropping? We just happeo be passing by. Do we need your approval to walk down the corridor?"

  Soren calmly retorted, "It doesn't matter. The matter about the duel isn't over yet, but I don't io break school rules for you. How about this: right here, in front of everyone, I challenge you to a game of Wizard's Chess to decide the winner. Do you dare?"

  Sorehat it had beeioned in the inal story that Ron's greatest talent was Wizard's Chess; he wouldn't back down from a challenge. Soren aimed to hit him hard in his area of expertise, making him feel the pressure of a prehensive defeat.

  A flush of excitement crossed Ron's face. "I dare! What's there to be afraid of!"

  Soren replied, "Of course, even if it's just a game of Wizard's Chess, I won't waste my time just to beat you. If we're going to pete, we o raise the stakes—how about 10 Galleons?"

  Ron's face turned red instantly; his entire savings didn't even add up to a single Galleo alone 10. However, faced with the Malfoy family, he couldn't admit to being poor; losing would mean losing face.

  Soren ignored him. "If you don't have 10 Galleons on hand," Soren turo Harry, "this matter may not have started because of you, but it's still reted to you. It wouldn't be unreasonable for you to cover this Galleon, would it?"

  "Sure! I believe in Ron!" Harry agreed enthusiastically.

  After dinner, Soren happily took his newly earned 10 Galleons a back to the Slytherin dormitory with Drad the others.

  At the long table sat Ron, lookied, and Harry, who also didn't look too good. Harry could only whisper some fort to Ron—but it seemed iive. Losing the Galleons was a small matter for Harry, but the game of Wizard's Chess had taken p front of everyone; beied by the Malfoys in public made Roterly despo.

  He felt the gnces around him filled with pity, which made him feel very ashamed. He covered his fad ran straight into the Gryffindor dormitory, with Harry hurriedly following him out of the Great Hall.

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