Chapter 119: McGonagall Is a Good Professor
"Good." McGonagall leaned forward, resting against the edge of her desk. "You've clearly been practicing, and thinking for yourself. What's on your mind today?"
Regulus lowered his wand. The diamond and graphite stopped shifting and settled back to their original states.
He took a few seconds to organize his thoughts.
"Professor, can Transfiguration only be applied to physical objects?"
McGonagall's eyebrow rose. "Meaning?"
"Natural phenomena, for instance." He set the words out carefully. "A bolt of lightning. A flame. A gust of wind. Can those serve as targets for transfiguration? Or magic itself. A spell already in flight. Could it be transfigured mid-air?"
McGonagall was quiet for a moment. Her fingers tapped the desk twice.
"Yes," she said, voice certain. "But it isn't easy."
Regulus heard the subtext. Beyond most wizards. But well within her reach.