HP:The Prophet of Harry Potter

"The sixth floor, Classroom 21?"

Albert read aloud the words written on the parchment Professor McGonagall had given him as he roamed the corridors of the sixth floor in search of the elusive location of the Transfiguration Club.

He had already explored nearly every hallway on the floor but had yet to find Classroom 21.

No, to be precise, there didn't seem to be a Classroom 21. Even after consulting several portraits along the corridor, none seemed to have heard of it.

Could this be some sort of a trick?

Unlikely.

Professor McGonagall wasn't the type to engage in such frivolous pranks. That left Albert with only one possibility: the cryptic note at the bottom of the parchment—Keep in mind Gamp's Basic Law of Transfiguration.

It seemed that Classroom 21 was hidden somewhere, and this particular rule held the key to unlocking its entrance.

Albert spent more time searching but found nothing. No painting, stone carving, or tapestry bore any apparent connection to Gamp's Basic Law of Transfiguration.

If there was a connection, his only clue was the portrait in front of him.

The painting depicted a witch magically conjuring an extravagant feast. "It's impossible to create food from nothing," Albert muttered, recalling the relevant tenet of Gamp's Law. Still, the witch in the painting appeared to be doing precisely that.

Curious, Albert reached up and removed the portrait from the wall, revealing nothing—no secret passage, no concealed doorway.

He sighed in frustration, leaning back against the wall. It seemed that his only options now were to wait for someone to come and fetch him or to abandon the idea of joining the Transfiguration Club altogether—though he suspected the former was far more likely.

Albert resigned himself to waiting. Either Professor McGonagall would send someone to fetch him, or he'd have to give up on joining the Transfiguration Club. He strongly suspected the former was more likely.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a red-haired girl appeared, striding confidently toward him. She gave him a quick once-over and said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "You're the new member Professor McGonagall mentioned, right? She figured you might get lost, so she sent me to find you."

Albert offered a helpless shrug. "I couldn't find Classroom 21. And as far as I can tell, there's nothing around here related to Gamp's Basic Law of Transfiguration."

"Didn't you notice it?" The girl gestured to the portrait behind Albert and added, "Magic can't create food out of thin air."

"I assumed it was food summoned by magic," Albert said, turning to study the painting again. The witch in the portrait was conjuring an elaborate feast with her wand, which had led him to misinterpret the scene earlier. The problem was , if this portrait was the key, where was the entrance to Classroom 21?

"You're not entirely wrong," the girl said with a smile. She addressed the witch in the painting, saying, "We'd like to enter Classroom 21, please."

The witch nodded in acknowledgment, and to Albert's amazement, the entire painting slid aside, revealing a small, half-height opening in the stone wall behind it.

"Go on," the girl urged. "Just remember, when you need to get in, tell her you're looking for Classroom 21, and she'll open the entrance for you."

Albert crouched slightly to step through the hole, noting how it reminded him of the Fat Lady's portrait in Gryffindor Tower, though without the need for a password. He climbed a short spiral staircase and soon found himself facing a wooden door with a brass plaque that read Classroom 21.

"That's one way to keep the location hidden," Albert muttered before pushing the door open.

Albert stepped through the entrance, noting how it resembled the Fat Lady's portrait but lacked the hassle of passwords. Inside, he found a narrow spiral staircase leading upward. After climbing for a short while, he arrived at a wooden door with a polished brass plaque reading Classroom 21.

Pushing the door open, Albert discovered that it wasn't quite a classroom. In fact, it felt more like an old professor's office. The space was cozy yet eclectic, furnished with twelve mismatched sofas arranged in a loose circle.

"It's said this was once the office of a professor," the red-haired girl explained as she entered behind him. "After it was left vacant, Professor McGonagall repurposed it as a meeting space for the Transfiguration Club."

Albert took in the unusual room, his eyes flitting between the sofas. Somehow, the odd variety of styles gave the space a sense of charm and character.

"So the original club only had ten members?" he asked, glancing at the seating.

"Eleven," the girl corrected with a smile. "But there's no seat for you yet. That's the rule—you'll need to create one yourself."

Albert raised an eyebrow but smiled faintly. "That's not so bad."

He pulled out the parchment Professor McGonagall had given him earlier and set it on the floor. Drawing his wand, he tapped it lightly and uttered, "Vera Verto."

With a soft shimmer, the parchment began to grow and transform. Moments later, a simple wooden chair took shape before him, its design plain yet functional. Albert picked it up and gave it a testing shake. Satisfied, he muttered, "Not bad at all."

Placing the chair on the ground, he hesitated for a moment before pulling a candy from his pocket. After popping it into his mouth, he took the candy wrapper and placed it on the chair. With another wave of his wand, he cast a second transfiguration spell.

The wrapper transformed into a simple but comfortable cushion. Albert pressed it with his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

"I think I see now why Professor McGonagall invited you to join the club," the red-haired girl said with a small smile. "I'm Isabel McDougal."

"Albert Anderson," Albert replied, introducing himself. Then, after a moment's thought, he asked, "If you don't mind me asking, is Katrina McDougal…?"

"My sister," Isabel confirmed. "She's in the same year as you."

"No wonder I thought you two looked… similar," Albert remarked, slightly amused.

"Good evening, Isabel," said a senior boy who had just entered the room. His gaze fell on Albert and the chair he had conjured. "Ah, so you're the new addition to the club? Nice work on the chair, by the way."

"Thank you," Albert replied politely.

"I'd bet anything that none of us could have done as well in our first year!" came another voice, this time with a lazy drawl. As more members of the Transfiguration Club trickled in, Albert couldn't help but notice their surprised expressions. Most of them seemed impressed by his age—and, oddly enough, by his chair.

"Here, sit with us!" called a senior girl, gesturing to a spot beside her. "You're a Gryffindor, right? Same here. And so are these two beside me."

The two Gryffindors next to her smiled warmly and made space for Albert. Grateful, he picked up his chair and placed it in the open spot.

Just as he was about to strike up a conversation, the door opened, and Professor McGonagall entered.

The Transfiguration professor's sharp eyes immediately landed on Albert's chair. "Your chair is quite impressive," she remarked, nodding slightly.

Was that… praise? Albert wondered if this was her way of acknowledging his transfiguration skills.

"Our topic today is based on the paper awarded the Transfiguration Today Most Promising Newcomer Award," Professor McGonagall announced, handing Albert a copy of the magazine. "I'd recommend you spend a few Galleons to subscribe to this publication."

"I will," Albert said, nodding.

The senior girl beside him leaned over and whispered, "Professor McGonagall sometimes helps Transfiguration Today with editing their manuscripts."

"First, we must congratulate Mr. Selwyn for winning the Transfiguration Today Most Promising Newcomer Award," McGonagall continued, raising her hands to lead the applause.

The club members stood and clapped as a thin boy sitting a few seats away nodded shyly.

"And secondly," McGonagall continued, "we welcome a new member—Mr. Albert Anderson. As you can see, Mr. Anderson's talent is exceptional, which is why I've made an exception to allow him to join the club early."

Applause erupted once more, though one corner of the room clapped noticeably quieter. Albert didn't need to guess—it was probably a Slytherin. He was well aware of the long-standing animosity between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Now, let's open the magazine," McGonagall instructed. "Our topic for today is Animagus transformations…"

Albert blinked, realizing he could barely make sense of the dense material in the magazine. The technical depth was far beyond what he had expected, and for a moment, he was completely speechless.

Well….shit..

The End.

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Hohooohoooo who's this oc and her sister?