Isaac had another reason for diving deep into Transfiguration besides Dumbledore’s influence.
His talent in that field was on an entirely different level from everything else.
Potions, Herbology, even Alchemy (which Hogwarts didn’t teach until later years)—in all of them Isaac’s gift was merely excellent.
Excellent meant that with enough time and effort he could eventually become a master.
If he hadn’t discovered how absurd his Transfiguration talent actually was, he might have thought he was simply talented across the board.
But after watching master-level lessons through prophecy and practicing at home, he realized the gap was huge.
A simple object transformation that took most first-years an entire class to grasp came to him in minutes.
Once he mastered the basics, he could extrapolate further on his own.
At first he thought it was just because he was a transmigrator with an adult’s willpower.
That made sense, right?
Magic in this world worked differently from the meditation-and-spiritual-power stuff he’d known before.
Here, witches and wizards didn’t run out of magic the way fantasy mages ran out of mana.
After heavy spellcasting Isaac only felt exhausted—like he’d run a marathon.
Local magic seemed to burn stamina and mental energy far more than any internal “magic pool.” The strongest proof was the Obscurial.
An Obscurial formed when a young witch or wizard violently suppressed their own magic under extreme trauma.
That suppression had to be total.
The magic had nowhere to go and eventually turned inward, creating the parasite.
That alone proved witches and wizards here had magic in abundance.
Other worlds’ mana-starved mages would be green with envy.
Magic here was powered by the strength of the mind and will.
Isaac had always believed his mental strength exceeded that of ordinary children.
It probably helped him adapt faster during the early stages.
But after he finished the entire first-year Transfiguration curriculum in just three days—and then kept going into second-year material without slowing down—he finally accepted the truth.
His talent for Transfiguration was extreme.
Isaac had quietly ranked magical talent into six tiers while observing other students through prophecy: slightly below average, average, normal, excellent, top-tier, and limit.
Most children fell between average and normal.
The truly hopeless ones scraped the bottom.
Excellent students absorbed lessons quickly and showed it in their homework.
Top-tier students learned faster and could often extrapolate on their own.
Limit talent?
They could chew through entire textbooks without a professor and still understand everything.
With a professor helping, they devoured the material even faster.
Isaac had cleared a full year’s worth of Transfiguration in three days.
Professor McGonagall’s teaching deserved every bit of credit.
Her classes were nothing short of master-level.
Now he wanted the rest of the Transfiguration series: Intermediate Transfiguration and Advanced Transfiguration Guide.
Plus any other serious books on the subject that Flourish and Blotts could find.
This time there was no Side-Along Apparition from Dumbledore and no money for the Knight Bus.
He didn’t have a single Knut to his name yet.
So he had the butler drive him to Charing Cross Road, walked into the Leaky Cauldron, and entered Diagon Alley the old-fashioned way.
The Alley was still busy with families doing last-minute shopping.
Isaac could instantly tell which ones were magical and which were Muggle-born.
The magical families looked bored, like they were just dragging their kids through another shopping mall.
The Muggle families stared at everything with wide eyes and kept glancing around like tourists.
If it hadn’t been a family group, that kind of behavior would’ve screamed “pickpocket.” Isaac headed straight to Gringotts and exchanged his yearly Muggle-born allowance—100 galleons—under the goblins’ scowling faces.
He still couldn’t understand why wizards trusted the goblins with their entire economy after the wars.
From there he walked directly to Flourish and Blotts.
The moment he stepped inside, the manager appeared at his side like magic.
“Welcome back, Mr.
Waldore.
How may I assist you today?” “I need Intermediate Transfiguration and Advanced Transfiguration Guide.
And anything else you have on the subject.” The manager didn’t question the list for a second.
This was the boy Dumbledore himself had escorted and personally put on an unlimited tab.
The entire Alley was already whispering that Waldore might be Dumbledore’s secret relative—or worse.
If the boy wanted Transfiguration books, that was perfectly normal.
It was basically family tradition.
The manager snapped his fingers and a clerk hurried over with the two requested books.
Then he asked, almost casually, “If I may be so bold, Mr.
Waldore—have you already finished the content in A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration?” “Yes,” Isaac answered.
A sharp gasp came from directly behind him.
“What?!”