After dinner, Eisen arrived at the Charms classroom to discuss an enhanced version of Apparition with Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick. Since it was Wednesday and there was an astronomy class that evening, the discussion wasn't too in-depth. They simply confirmed the theory and set the general direction for the next phase of research.
Right from the start, Eisen encountered a significant problem. While Transfiguration can be used on food to summon it from one place to another, when applied to humans, it involves altering parts of the human body. Although it doesn't directly transform the body, it affects specific deformed parts. Only by applying these transformations to humans, in combination with Apparition, could Eisen achieve his goal.
Unfortunately, due to his reluctance to study Animagus transformations, Eisen had little experience with human body deformation. At the suggestion of Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, Eisen would need to conduct in-depth research into this subject if he wanted to develop an enhanced version of Apparition, even if he chose not to become an Animagus.
Thus, the temporary research team took on an additional task: to teach Eisen the more advanced principles of human body deformation.
During the evening's astronomy class, Eisen kept his explanations light. Understanding the students' capabilities, he briefly revisited knowledge from the previous school year while discussing planetary orbits. Perhaps because they had grown accustomed to his teaching style, the students remained attentive, making the class easier for him.
Early the next morning, after practicing spells and Transfiguration as usual, Eisen began considering human body deformation. After an hour and a half of study, just as he was about to head to the Great Hall for breakfast, Fred and George approached him.
"Fred, George, what's up?" Eisen was amused to see the two enter the room and close the door, looking suspiciously secretive.
"Yes, Professor Eisen, we've brought something very interesting—" Fred began.
"It's like the professor's mirror—" George added, both speaking in turn, their behavior sneaky as if they feared being caught.
Fred pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket and showed it to Eisen.
Eisen had long heard of the Marauder's Map. But when the twins mentioned its abilities, Eisen understood what they were thinking.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" Fred declared, tapping the parchment with his wand. The blank parchment transformed into a detailed map of Hogwarts, showing the names of everyone inside, constantly moving to indicate their location.
Watching the Marauder's Map closely, Eisen saw that while some aspects were less detailed than his own observation mirror, in other ways, the map was superior. It could display people's real names. For example, while Eisen's observation mirror could show people and objects within Hogwarts, it couldn't differentiate between real and fake identities—like Ron's pet rat, Scabbers. Even if Eisen had looked at it through the observation mirror, he wouldn't have detected anything unusual. But the Marauder's Map displayed the rat's true identity as Peter Pettigrew.
This ability to identify people's real names was a clear advantage the map had over his observation mirror.
However, Eisen was more curious about how Fred and George had figured out the spell to activate the map. He knew they had found it in Filch's office, but guessing such an intricate spell seemed unlikely. It was more probable they had uncovered some clues during their time at Hogwarts.
Despite the map's usefulness in helping Fred and George roam the school unnoticed by Filch, Eisen couldn't help but marvel at the brothers' knack for mischief.
"A very impressive map—did you make it?" Eisen asked, even though he knew the answer. His own name appeared on the map, standing still alongside Fred and George.
"Oh no, we found it in Filch's office," the twins admitted, revealing the map's origin.
"I see, and I assume Dumbledore's name appears in the headmaster's office?"
"Yes, he often paces around," George replied with a shrug.
Fred waved his wand, saying, "Mischief managed," and the map returned to its blank state. The two then looked expectantly at Eisen.
"So, you're hoping to trade the Marauder's Map for the secret of how to make the observation mirror?" Eisen asked, recalling how Fred and George had behaved on the train earlier in the year. He could almost predict why they were there.
"Observation mirror?" The twins exchanged confused glances.
"That's right!" Eisen smiled and produced the observation mirror from his storage ring.
Fred and George's eyes lit up with excitement, though they also looked a bit embarrassed.
"However, I can't teach you how to make it," Eisen said seriously as he put the mirror away. "If I did, who's to say you wouldn't use it to spy on the girls' dormitories or the bathrooms?"
The twins' initial disappointment quickly turned into shock at Eisen's accusation.
They stared blankly at him, their expressions gradually shifting to something more mischievous.
"What are you two thinking?" Eisen asked, sensing trouble.
"It's nothing—really," Fred stammered.
"Yes, nothing at all, Professor Eisen. We'd better get going," George added, as they made a hasty retreat.
"Hold on!" Eisen called after them.
"Why the long faces? Here, take these with you," Eisen said, handing each of them a card marked with a magical insignia in the shape of an infinity symbol.
"What's this?" Fred asked, inspecting the card.
"It's a protective charm. Don't worry—just keep it. Ron has one, too," Eisen replied, without elaborating.
"Wow, this is pretty cool!"
"Thanks, Professor Eisen! Goodbye!" The twins grinned, waved, and left happily.
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Eisen proceeded step by step with the plan he had made long ago, occasionally observing the trio from a godlike perspective. He didn't expect them to run into trouble the very next day.
Early Saturday morning, Harry was woken by Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain. Harry, who had planned to sleep in, reluctantly followed Wood out of the dormitory, still groggy.
Wood had been harboring frustration ever since Gryffindor lost the Quidditch trophy the previous year. In his opinion, Gryffindor's team had always been stronger than the other houses'. Unfortunately, Gryffindor suffered its worst defeat in three hundred years because Harry had missed the final match due to being in the hospital wing.
So, Wood, determined to rectify last year's loss, spent the summer crafting new training plans. And now, on this early Saturday morning, he dragged Harry out of bed to try them out.
Understanding the weight of last year's loss, Harry didn't hold it against Wood for waking him up. After leaving a note for Ron, Harry followed Wood to the locker room.
When they arrived, Harry saw that Fred and George were also yawning, sporting dark circles under their eyes, clearly as sleep-deprived as he was.
But the day was only getting worse. By the time they reached the Quidditch pitch, the sun was already high, and Wood took too long explaining the new plan. Ron and Hermione even showed up to watch from the stands.
However, the real issue arose when they discovered that the Slytherin team had also arrived at the pitch.
Wood was furious—Gryffindor had booked the pitch for the day. Eisen, observing the situation and recalling his memories, knew that a confrontation was inevitable.
Having mastered the art of observation to a near-perfect degree, Eisen could switch between normal perception and a 360-degree view at will. Though it took time to adjust, he had now fully adapted.
When Eisen arrived at the pitch, he saw through his godlike perspective that Hermione and Ron had stepped onto the field, where Malfoy was taunting them. The Gryffindor team immediately bristled, and Ron, in a fit of anger, drew his wand on Malfoy.
A loud explosion echoed across the Quidditch field as Ron's damaged wand backfired, causing him to stagger and collapse.
"Ron, are you alright?" Harry shouted, rushing over. Ron tried to respond but could only hiccup, vomiting slugs onto the ground.
The Slytherins burst into laughter.
"What's going on here?" Eisen asked sternly, checking on Ron before standing and addressing the crowd.
"Professor Eisen, Malfoy—he called her 'Mudblood,'" a furious Gryffindor girl, Arya Spinnet, replied, her voice shaking. She glared at Malfoy with hatred.
Eisen, stunned by Malfoy's audacity, wondered if something was truly wrong with the boy's judgment. To say such a vile and discriminatory slur in public? It was madness.
"Hermione," Eisen said softly, turning to her. "Remember, you're one of the best witches I've ever seen. There's no spell you can't master. People only say things like that out of jealousy. You don't need to let it bother you."
Hermione, still shaken, managed a nod and smiled faintly at Eisen's reassurance.
"Alright, you and Harry take Ron to Hagrid. I've got some things to deal with," Eisen instructed, sending the trio off.
As they helped Ron toward Hagrid's hut, Eisen made his way toward Malfoy. With every step, the tension grew, and the smirks on the Slytherins' faces disappeared.
"Professor Eisen!" Malfoy gripped his Nimbus 2001 nervously, swallowing hard as Eisen approached with a dark expression.
"Oh, I see you've all upgraded to Nimbus 2001s. Is that what gives you the right to bully your classmates?" Eisen's voice was sharp.
"I'm just an astronomy professor, so I don't usually meddle in Slytherin's affairs," he continued. Malfoy and the others visibly relaxed. But Eisen's next words made them tense up again. "However, I'll be reporting this incident to Professor Snape."
With a flick of his wrist, a card materialized in Eisen's hand, transforming into a hummingbird that flew off toward the castle.
A few minutes later, Snape arrived at the pitch, looking sour.
"Professor Eisen, I personally authorized the Slytherin team to use the Quidditch pitch. I don't think it's necessary for you to intervene," Snape said coldly, clearly displeased by the confrontation.
Eisen, having developed a method similar to the Patronus Charm for sending messages, had found it less conspicuous than a Patronus and often used it for quick communication.
"Professor Snape," Eisen replied calmly, "I have no issue with you approving the pitch for Slytherin. But I doubt you'd approve of Malfoy calling someone a 'Mudblood.'"
Snape's face twitched at the word, clearly struck by the memory of his own past mistake when he had called Lily Potter the same slur, damaging their friendship forever.
"You fool," Snape hissed at Malfoy, anger flashing in his eyes. "Do you want me to inform your father and have you expelled? Twenty points from Slytherin. You'll serve detention in my office tonight."
Turning to Eisen, Snape asked through gritted teeth, "Is this resolution satisfactory?"
Eisen nodded, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Professor Snape has handled the matter fairly. I have no complaints."
Snape, clearly irked by Eisen's applause, gave a curt nod before turning and stalking off.
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