Chapter 72 The Unlucky Harry And Ron

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"Harry, Ron, what's going on with you?" Eisen asked as he sat down next to Hermione, giving the two of them a curious look.

"Professor McGonagall asked me to help Filch polish the silverware and trophies in the trophy room tonight," Ron said weakly. "And we can't use magic, so I have to clean them all by hand!"

Eisen suppressed a laugh, then turned to Harry.

"Professor McGonagall told me that Professor Lockhart wants me to help answer letters from his admirers!" Harry's expression was equally desperate. "I'd rather go to the trophy room and clean, but Professor McGonagall wouldn't let me switch."

Although the mashed potato pies on the table looked delicious, neither Harry nor Ron had much of an appetite.

"You two really broke the school rules," Hermione said, pursing her lips with a small grin.

"Please, I'm already annoyed enough! Just stop talking," Ron muttered, turning away from her.

"Well, good luck," Eisen said, cutting a piece of steak and stuffing it into his mouth. "You know, there are more than a hundred trophies in the trophy room!"

"Yeah, Filch is really out to get me! I'm not even as good at scrubbing as Muggles are," Ron groaned.

"I'd gladly trade places with you," Harry said miserably. "I did a lot of scrubbing at the Dursleys', but answering Lockhart's fan mail? That's a nightmare."

"It's nothing—just a little exercise for your hands," Eisen said, smiling as he ate.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

"Hermione, have you had any trouble with your studies lately?" Eisen asked, turning to her.

"No, Professor Eisen, the second-year classes are pretty easy," Hermione replied confidently, shaking her head.

Eisen sighed inwardly. Hermione truly lived up to her reputation as a top student, always excelling in her studies.

After dinner, Eisen went to the Charms classroom as usual to continue working with the other professors on enhancing Apparition. Meanwhile, Harry and Ron began their tasks at eight o'clock.

For Ron, scrubbing trophies was sheer torture. But for Harry, answering Lockhart's fan mail was even worse.

At eight o'clock, Harry reported to Lockhart's office and spent hours writing letters. By the time he returned to the Gryffindor common room, his fingers were numb. Ron fared even worse—he spent an extra hour scrubbing the trophies. It seemed like Filch was tormenting him, making him clean each trophy a dozen times.

Harry, however, was puzzled by strange noises he had heard in Lockhart's office.

"Let me tear you apart... kill you..." Harry was sure he'd heard a creepy voice, but when he asked Lockhart, the professor claimed to hear nothing.

Could it have been his imagination? When Harry told Ron about the incident, he began to wonder if something was wrong with his hearing.

The next day, Eisen was back in the library.

He took out a copy of *Failed Body Transformation* from the bookshelf and began reading with great interest. The book detailed various cases of failed human transfiguration, and some were so bizarre that Eisen broke out in a cold sweat just reading them.

It was the first time he'd seen how weird and dangerous botched human transfigurations could be.

For example, one wizard in history had attempted to partially transform a human body, but ended up turning himself into a half-human, half-beast. He was eventually killed by a hunter.

Eisen had once thought he had a solid understanding of transfiguration, but after reading about human transfiguration in depth, he realized how truly hazardous it was.

After a while, Eisen closed the book and let out a long sigh of relief.

The more Eisen learned about human body transformation, the more he realized its risks. But this knowledge only increased his admiration for the wizards who had mastered it. They had even created a relatively safe shortcut to human body transfiguration: the Animagus transformation. 

Becoming an Animagus involved several painstaking steps. First, one had to keep a mandrake leaf in their mouth for an entire month, from one full moon to the next, without swallowing or spitting it out. If the leaf left their mouth, they would have to start all over again.

Once that was done, the next step was to place the saliva-soaked leaf in a small glass vial under the light of the second full moon. The vial had to remain exposed to pure moonlight, so if it was cloudy that night, a new leaf would be needed, and the process would have to begin again.

After that, one would add a hair from their own head, a silver teaspoon of dew (collected from a location untouched by sunlight or human activity for seven days), and the chrysalis of a hawkmoth to the vial.

The mixture was then placed in a quiet, dark spot, safe from any disturbances, until the next storm arrived.

While waiting for the storm, the wizard had to point their wand at their heart every sunrise and sunset and say the incantation: "Amato Animo Animato Animagus."

If they were lucky, the storm would come soon, but if not, they could end up waiting years. During this time, the vial had to remain undisturbed and out of sunlight. Moreover, the wizard couldn't check the vial's status before the storm.

When the storm finally came, the potion inside the vial would turn blood-red. The wizard would then go to a safe, open space, point their wand at their heart, say the incantation, and drink the potion.

If everything went well, they would successfully become an Animagus.

Eisen had always known that becoming an Animagus was difficult, but after learning the precise steps, he felt a sense of dread.

What Eisen found horrifying wasn't the power of the Animagus transformation itself, but the fact that some wizard had actually invented such a complicated process—and that it worked! He couldn't help but wonder how the first wizard had come up with it.

Thankfully, Eisen didn't need to become an Animagus for his research. He only needed to understand certain theories of human body transfiguration in order to develop an enhanced version of Apparition.

Around noon, Eisen returned the book to the shelf and left the library to have lunch in the Great Hall.

He expected it to be just another ordinary day, but then Hermione came running up to him.

"Professor Eisen—" Hermione was holding a book, staring at him with a puzzled expression.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Eisen asked, waving his hand in front of her face to get her attention.

"Oh, right. I wanted to ask you something," Hermione said, blushing slightly. "Professor Eisen, do you think some wizards have the ability to hear things that others can't?"

"Are you talking about hallucinations?" Eisen was taken aback by her question, but his mind quickly pieced things together. It seemed Harry had heard the basilisk's voice while answering Lockhart's fan mail.

"Professor—" Hermione rolled her eyes and then leaned in close, whispering, "It's Harry. He told me this morning that he heard a strange voice last night, but Lockhart didn't hear anything."

"So, you think Harry has a special gift—being able to hear things others can't?" Eisen asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, otherwise, could it really be that Harry's just imagining things?" Hermione's tone was firm, leaving little room for doubt.

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