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In the next Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall announced, "Okay, for the next class, we will practice Mice to Snuffboxes. The incantation for this transfiguration is 'Mutatio Cistella.' Got it? Mutatio Cistella." She then took out a cage of mice and handed one to each student. Harry, holding his white mouse with expressive eyes, took out a snack from his pocket and fed it to the little rodent. "Cute," he commented, placing the mouse on the table and holding his wand, ready to begin the transfiguration.

Harry focused on creating a clear mental image in his mind, thinking of a snuffbox. 'Let's go with a Hogwarts theme this time,' he thought. The snuffbox he envisioned was intricately detailed, resembling a miniature replica of Hogwarts Castle. Its exterior was adorned with tiny, perfectly crafted turrets and towers, each reflecting the architectural beauty of the school. The snuffbox's surface was a deep, glossy black, mimicking the night sky, and speckled with tiny silver dots that glittered like stars. The Hogwarts crest was emblazoned on the lid, exquisitely detailed with the four house animals - the snake, the lion, the badger, and the eagle - in their respective colors. The clasp of the snuffbox was shaped like the Sorting Hat, a touch that added whimsy and charm to the overall design. As Harry transfigured the mouse, he aimed for precision and accuracy, ensuring that every detail was as he imagined.

Nigel's voice echoed in Harry's mind. "Ah, a snuffbox with school spirit. How charmingly educational! Next, perhaps a set of quills that write only in house colors?"

Harry, concentrating on his task, managed a mental chuckle at Nigel's comment. "Nigel... That is actually a brilliant idea!"

As Harry continued with the transfiguration, he couldn't help but notice Professor McGonagall observing him closely. Her gaze was keen and assessing, reflecting her curiosity about Harry's growing prowess in Transfiguration. Harry could feel the pressure of her expectations, but he remained focused, his mind clear and his movements precise.

Finally, with a soft whisper of the incantation, Harry completed the transfiguration. The mouse seamlessly transformed into the snuffbox he had envisioned. It was a flawless replica of Hogwarts Castle, complete with the sparkling starry sky and the Sorting Hat clasp. The level of detail was astounding, showcasing Harry's talent and dedication to the art of Transfiguration.

McGonagall approached Harry's desk, her expression one of both surprise and admiration. "Mr. Potter, this is an exceptional piece of work. The attention to detail is remarkable."

As the Transfiguration class marveled at Harry's exquisite snuffbox, Professor McGonagall took it into her hands, examining the intricate details. The entire class was fixated on the snuffbox, and McGonagall couldn't help but express her admiration for Harry's skill. "Amazing! Too bad, I cannot keep it like the needle," she remarked, feeling the ethical dilemma of keeping a transfigured living creature as an ornate. Reluctantly, she decided not to keep the snuffbox. "20 points to Slytherin," she announced, acknowledging Harry's exceptional work, though she held onto the box for a while longer.

Chuckling at Professor McGonagall's dilemma over his intricately designed snuffbox, Harry glanced at Daphne and Tracey, who were seated on either side of him. Tracey, her eyebrows raised in mock exasperation, teased him, "Do you have to show off in every class?"

Harry, resting his chin on his hand thoughtfully, replied with a playful smirk, "Yep." His response elicited an eye roll from Daphne and a playful jab with her wand from Tracey.

Both girls worked diligently on their own snuffboxes, managing to successfully transfigure them. After their private lessons with Harry, they found the challenge relatively easy, although their creations lacked the intricate details of Harry's masterpiece.

As they admired their handiwork, Nigel's voice rang in Harry's mind, "Seems you've started a trend, Master Harry. Next is creating a handcraft class for Hogwarts with you as Professor."

Harry, suppressing a chuckle, responded internally, "Now that would be a sight to see, Nigel. Imagine me sitting next to Dumbledore during dinner."

The class continued, and Harry watched as his classmates struggled with varying degrees of success. Some managed to produce passable snuffboxes, while others ended up with mice sporting tiny lids or clasps.

As the class concluded, Professor McGonagall addressed the students, her tone serious yet encouraging. "Remember, Transfiguration is not just about changing one thing into another. It's about understanding the essence of both the original and the target forms. Mr. Potter's work today is a prime example of that understanding."

The students filed out of the classroom, discussing the day's lesson and Harry's exceptional work. As they made their way through the corridors, Harry's thoughts turned to the upcoming Quidditch match against Gryffindor. He felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of revealing his role as the Slytherin Seeker.

That evening, during dinner in the Great Hall, an air of anticipation hung among the students. Dumbledore stood up, tapping his glass lightly with a fork, capturing everyone's attention. "I have an announcement to make," he said, his eyes sweeping over the students, lingering slightly longer on Harry.

"There will be a change in the Quidditch games for this season." A wave of groans spread through the hall as students braced for unwelcome news. Dumbledore, however, chuckled softly. "Nothing bad, I assure you. The Nimbus Racing Broom Company, under the patronage of Mr. Devlin Whitethorn, has sponsored the Hogwarts Quidditch Competition and secured the rights to sell tickets. This season, and possibly in future years, our Quidditch matches will be played in front of an audience from outside our school. This includes the press, politicians, family members, and other witches and wizards who purchase tickets."

The hall fell silent as students processed this information. The excitement of playing in front of a larger audience was palpable, but so was the concern about ticket purchases. Dumbledore, reading the room, added with a knowing smile, "Students and faculty will be able to watch the games free of charge." This reassurance was met with a resounding cheer from the students.

Dumbledore continued with a twinkle in his eye, "In addition to the excitement of playing in front of a larger audience, there will be another change to the number of Quidditch games in each season. Thanks to the generous sponsorship from the Nimbus Racing Broom Company, we will be expanding the number of matches in our league. Instead of the usual three games per team, we will now have a total of twelve games insteado f six, with each team playing six matches throughout the season."

The announcement was met with a thunderous cheer that reverberated throughout the Great Hall. The students' enthusiasm for the extended Quidditch season was evident, and the prospect of more games and increased attention from a wider audience had ignited their passion for the sport. As Dumbledore concluded his speech, it was clear that this season's Quidditch competition promised to be a thrilling and unforgettable experience for all involved.

Harry smirked as students around him cheered at Dumbledore's announcement. Beside him, Daphne and Tracey exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with unspoken excitement. They were among the few who knew Harry would be playing for Slytherin, yet they skillfully concealed their knowledge, blending in with the jubilant crowd.

Nigel's voice, laced with a hint of admiration, echoed in Harry's mind, "Ah, another plan comes to fruition. Masterful move, Master Harry."

Harry chuckled silently, his thoughts on the recent business dealings. "It wasn't too challenging to sway Mr. Whitethorn. A little nudge about showcasing his Nimbus brooms and investing three thousand Galleons for a stake in the Quidditch matches did the trick."

Nigel laughed, his voice tinged with sarcasm, "And now, the stage is set for you to dazzle the wider wizarding world. Because, of course, being the golden boy of Hogwarts wasn't sufficient for your ambitions."

Harry shook his head, still smiling. "There's no such thing as 'enough' in the game of influence and reputation."

As the excitement in the Great Hall settled, Harry's thoughts shifted to the upcoming match. It was more than just a game; it was a chance to showcase his skills on a larger stage, potentially drawing attention from influential figures in the wizarding world.

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