Round One

Jack grinned widely and turned to McGonagall.

“Perfect, Professor! Just like the original version, in the first round you need to open 12 boxes. Call out numbers from 1 to 24, and Chrissy will open them. Shall we begin?”

Minerva remained completely still from the neck down. The Collar of Fate pulsed with a soft silver light. She kept the strictest, most dignified expression she could manage.

“I’m ready, Mr. Jack. Box 9, please.”

Chrissy giggled, swaying her hips as she walked over to box №9 and struggled to open it (nearly breaking another nail).

The monitor on the Cash side lit up.

“Great start!” Jack announced. “10 Galleons! Not much, but it’s better than nothing!”

The audience gave a polite round of applause. Someone shouted, “Come on, Professor, squeeze that money out for Hogwarts!”

McGonagall gave a tiny nod.

“Box 17, if you’d be so kind.”

Chrissy walked over again, opened the box, and let out a delighted squeal.

“Another Cash!” Jack exclaimed. “Now you have 500 Galleons, Professor! The audience seems to be giving you a chance so far!”

A murmur of approval swept through the hall. A few old Hogwarts alumni even started chanting: “McGonagall! McGonagall!”

Minerva allowed herself a small, restrained smile. So far, things were going better than she’d expected.

“Excellent, next box…”

“Box 4,” she said firmly.

Chrissy opened box №4. For a moment, the hall fell silent.

Then a bright pink bimbo symbol flashed on the big monitor — a curvy female silhouette.

The audience exploded. Half the crowd roared with delight, the other half with shock and laughter.

“Ooooh!” Jack drawled with a predatory grin. “First Bimbo case on only the third turn! Professor, your luck just turned… in a very different direction. Category — Hair!”

McGonagall felt a shiver run across her skin. She was still trying to hold onto her dignity, but worry flickered in her eyes.

Jack waved his wand theatrically, and five voting options appeared on the big screen:

Hair Transformation Options:

1. Ozone Hazard — Classic huge 80s hairstyle: insane volume, stiff curls, hair standing like it just got blown up. Makes her head look twice as big and adds visual height.

2. Neon Rebellion — Bright pink and purple streaks with neon glow that shifts color depending on mood or lighting. Waist-length, constantly swaying lightly as if in a breeze.

3. Puffball Perfection — Short but incredibly voluminous curls, like a doll’s. Impossible to put in a bun or ponytail — always looks maximally playful and childish.

4. Silver Siren — Completely silver-white hair with a metallic shine, lengthens to mid-thigh and becomes silky smooth. Shimmers and catches every eye when she moves.

5. Bimbo Bangs — Long bangs covering half her face, plus two high pigtails with huge bows. Looks extremely infantile and sexy at the same time. Hair automatically ties itself into the pigtails.

Jack turned to the audience:

“Audience, vote! What’s our strict professor going to have on her head? You have 30 seconds!”

The hall buzzed as the numbers on the scoreboard started changing rapidly.

McGonagall stood motionless, staring straight ahead. Only the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her tension.

The results board flashed. The audience burst into enthusiastic cheers and applause.

“And the winner is… Puffball Perfection!” Jack announced triumphantly, grinning wide. “Excellent choice, ladies and gentlemen!”

Minerva McGonagall barely had time to clench her teeth before the Collar of Fate flared with bright silver light. A strange tingling spread across her entire scalp, like thousands of tiny sparks racing through her hair.

“Oh…” she breathed quietly.

Her neat, tight bun began to unravel. Her hair rapidly shortened while becoming incredibly voluminous and springy. Within seconds, Professor McGonagall sported a massive cloud of short, tight, childishly playful curls — a proper “puffball.” The hair stood out so thickly that her head now looked almost twice as big. Two little pink bows tied themselves on the sides, completing the look.

McGonagall felt blood rush to her cheeks. She — the stern Minerva McGonagall, Gryffindor Head of House, war heroine — now looked like a doll from a Muggle toy store. She wanted the ground to swallow her. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she stubbornly lifted her chin and kept a stony expression, even as shame boiled inside her.

The hall howled with laughter and whistles. Someone yelled, “Adorable, Professor!”

Jack stepped closer, openly staring at her new hairstyle.

“Well then, Professor… or should we already call you Minnie? You look… very fresh. Like you’ve gone back to your school days. How do you feel?”

McGonagall answered in an even voice, though slightly strained, trying to keep her dignity:

“I feel… rather ridiculous, Jack. But that doesn’t matter. I’m here for Hogwarts.”

“Oh, we all appreciate that,” Jack smirked. “But the public is clearly loving it. Now let’s keep going. Which box next?”

Minerva tried not to look at the mirrored monitor reflecting her new fluffy puffball. She took a deep breath and said:

“Box 12.”

Chrissy bounced cheerfully over to box №12, opened it, and clapped her hands excitedly.

The pink bimbo symbol flashed on the monitor again.

The audience roared even louder.

“Wow! Two bimbo cases in a row!” Jack exclaimed. “Your luck today is very… specific, Professor. Category — Voice!”

McGonagall froze. She was still trying to maintain a strict appearance, but the big fluffy puffball curls around her face made it extremely difficult.

Jack waved his hand dramatically, and five new options appeared on the screen:

Voice Transformation Options:

1. High Hopes — Voice becomes high, melodic, with constantly rising intonation, making every statement sound like a question or a flirty suggestion.

2. Breathy Bimbo — Breathless, husky, sexy whisper, as if she’s constantly just finished running or is slightly aroused.

3. Valley Girl — Classic valley-girl accent with drawn-out vowels, lots of “like,” “totally,” and childish inflections.

4. Giggle Queen — Every other sound turns into giggling. Laughter breaks through even in serious sentences.

5. Sultry Scottish — Voice keeps the Scottish accent but becomes low, velvety, and extremely seductive, as if she’s constantly flirting

The voting board flashed with bright colors. The hall exploded with laughter and approving shouts.

“And the winner… Giggle Queen!” Jack announced triumphantly, spreading his arms wide. “The audience is in a playful mood tonight, Professor!”

The Collar of Fate flared. Minerva felt a warm rush climb up her neck into her throat. Her vocal cords began to vibrate as if invisible fingers were reshaping them.

“This… this is completely unaccepta—” she started, but on the last word her voice traitorously cracked into a high, melodic giggle. “Hee-hee-hee… Oh dear…”

She tried to hold it back, but every word now came with a light, almost girlish giggle. Even when she tried to speak sternly, it came out playful and completely wrong for her age and status.

“I… I didn’t mean to… hee-hee… sound so stupid!” she said, blushing even harder. Her big puffball curls bounced with every head movement, and now this constant giggling was added on top. She looked and sounded utterly ridiculous. Shame burned inside her, but the professor stubbornly pressed her lips together and tried to cling to whatever dignity she had left.

The hall was roaring with laughter. Some spectators were wiping away tears.

Jack grinned from ear to ear.

“Very cute, Professor! Now even your scoldings sound like flirting. Shall we continue the game? Which box next?”

McGonagall, still fighting her new voice, answered through light giggles:

“Box hee-hee… 19, please.”

Chrissy opened the box. The Cash symbol lit up on the monitor.

“Five thousand Galleons!” Jack announced. “Nice comeback!”

The audience applauded.

“Next… hee-hee… box 8,” said Minerva, trying to speak as shortly as possible to minimize the giggling.

Another Cash. She now had 15,000 Galleons.

“Excellent, Professor! You’re picking up speed again!” Jack cheered her on.

McGonagall gave a tiny nod, feeling a spark of hope. But it didn’t last long.

“Box 15,” she said.

Chrissy opened the box. The pink bimbo symbol flashed on the screen for the third time this round.

The audience roared again.

“Three bimbo cases already!” Jack exclaimed. “Looks like Hogwarts is going to have a tough time today. Category — Body Shape!”

Minerva stood motionless, but everything inside her tightened. Her tall, stern figure was about to change.

Jack waved his hand, and five voting options appeared on the big screen:

Body Shape Transformation Options:

1. Below the Average — Height drops sharply to 152–155 cm (very petite). Figure becomes tiny and fragile.

2. Hourglass **** — Waist shrinks to an unnaturally thin size, hips and ass expand significantly, creating exaggerated “hourglass” proportions.

3. Pocket Rocket — Very small height (around 145 cm) with proportionally short legs, but much fuller shapes on top.

4. Bouncy Bimbo — Figure becomes incredibly springy and bouncy. Every movement causes noticeable jiggling of tits and ass.

5. Doll Proportions — Classic “doll” proportions: small head, tiny waist, long legs, and a very fragile look, like a porcelain doll.

The voting board filled up quickly. The hall buzzed with excitement. Finally the numbers stopped.

“And the winner by a big margin… Pocket Rocket!” Jack announced to the delighted screams of the crowd. “Looks like the audience wants to make our strict professor much more… compact!”

The Collar of Fate flashed brightly. Minerva felt intense heat spreading through her whole body, especially in her legs and spine. Her bones and muscles began to shrink and reshape with an unpleasant but bearable tingling.

“Among them… there were definitely my students,” she thought bitterly as her body shrank. “Harry, Hermione, Ron… or someone from later classes. How could they? I protected them. I risked my life for them during the war. And now they’re voting to turn their old professor into… a pocket rocket?”

That thought burned worse than the magic of the Collar itself. Shame and resentment mixed in her chest, but she refused to cry.

Her height plummeted. The podium she stood behind grew taller and taller. The robe that had fit perfectly before now looked far too big. Her legs became short and dainty, her hips rounded a bit, and her overall silhouette took on the proportions of a miniature but still mature woman. When the transformation finished, Minerva McGonagall barely reached the top edge of the podium. Her new height was around 145 centimeters.

Her fluffy puffball curls now looked even bigger compared to her tiny body, and the constant giggling only made the whole thing feel even more absurd.

The hall applauded and whistled. Many people stood up to get a better look at the new “mini-professor.”

Jack stepped closer and leaned down slightly so he could look her straight in the eyes — which was much easier now.

“Wow, Professor… or should we just say Mini? You’ve become so… tiny and cute! How do you like your new height? Feeling a bit closer to the students now?” he asked with a wide smirk.

McGonagall tilted her head way back, trying to keep what was left of her old authority. Her voice, still accompanied by treacherous giggles, came out high and a bit comical:

“This… hee-hee… is humiliating, Jack. I taught at Hogwarts for more than thirty years. And now I… hee-hee… look like… like some kind of doll. If any of my former students voted… I am very disappointed in them.”

She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but the Collar restricted the movement, so she only awkwardly pressed her elbows to her sides.

Jack laughed:

“Disappointed? Oh, I’m sure a lot of them are watching the broadcast right now and enjoying the hell out of it. But don’t worry — you still look very… professorial. Just in a very compact package. Ready to continue the game or do you want a moment to get used to your new center of gravity?”

Minerva took a deep breath, making her puffball hair bounce slightly, and replied, trying to sound firm despite the constant little giggles:

“Let’s continue. I’m not here to give up.”