Chapter 124 Animagus Transformation

In all memory, there has never been a time when the game was approaching that was so full of gunpowder.

Even though Malfoy somehow stopped bluffing everywhere, the other students in Slytherin House still confronted the Gryffindors everywhere.

A number of small incidents in the corridors turned out to be so vicious that a Gryffindor fourth year and a Slytherin sixth year both ended up in the school hospital with their ears sticking out. Take leeks.

As the days wore on, the tension between the two teams and the two chambers reached a point of simmering.

Especially Harry, who has been having a particularly hard time lately.

On his way to class, there were always Slytherins sticking out their legs and tripping him; Crabbe and Goyle followed Harry wherever he went, looking disappointed to see Harry surrounded Look, walk away listlessly.

Probably Malfoy couldn't do it himself, so he secretly asked his followers to look for opportunities.

Wood had given orders that Harry should be accompanied wherever he went, in case the Slytherins kept Harry out of the game.

As a result, the entire Gryffindor house enthusiastically accepted the challenge, making Harry always late for class, because there were always a lot of people around him.

On the eve of the match, all daily activities in the Gryffindor common room came to a halt, and even Hermione put down her books.

"I can't read, I can't concentrate..." she said nervously.

Although there was definitely anxieties about the Buckbeak case, the main factor was probably too much surrounding noise—Fred and George said their voices were louder and more exaggerated than usual in order to relieve the pressure.

"You'll be fine." Hermione had to distract herself by reassuring Harry.

"You have a Firebolt!" Ron also leaned forward and said.

"Yeah..." Harry felt his stomach cramp.

At this time, Wood suddenly stood up and shouted: "Team, sleep!"

Everyone suddenly felt relieved, and finally another day passed.

To be honest, Harry didn't sleep well - he was having nightmares all the time, and the dreams were all about the game.

When he suddenly woke up from his dream, he just remembered that the competition had not been held yet, and he was lying on the bed safely!

Harry, who came back to his senses, suddenly felt very thirsty. He got out of bed as quietly as possible, and poured himself some water from the silver pot under the window.

It's still late at night, and you can see from the window that the moonlight has coated the deserted lawn with a layer of silver. Not a breath of wind has stirred the treetops of the Forbidden Forest tonight, and the Whomping Willow is motionless, looking natural and harmless.

From this point of view, the conditions of the competition seemed to be perfect.

But just when Harry put down his water glass and was about to go back to bed to continue sleeping for a while, something outside the window caught his attention—an animal was wandering on the lawn!

Harry rushed to the bedside table, grabbed his glasses, put them on, and ran back to the window.

It must not be "ominous"...at least not now...not right before the game!

He looked out the window into the playground again, and after a moment of hasty searching, he found it.

Now it was moving quietly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

No, it's okay! It wasn't 'ominous', it was just a cat - and Harry grabbed the ledge with relief.

He recognized the bottlebrush tail, and it was just Crookshanks... wait, was it just Crookshanks?

Harry squinted, nose pressed against the pane, when Crookshanks seemed to stop.

Harry was sure he saw something else in the shadows.

After a while, it appeared: a huge black dog, sneaking across the lawn, Crookshanks trotting beside it.

Harry's eyes widened.

What does it mean? If Crookshanks could see the dog too, how could it be the harbinger of Harry's death?

"Um?"

It wasn't over yet, when the black dog walked a few steps forward, another figure came out of the woods——it turned out to be Maca?

"Ron!" Harry whispered, "Ron! Wake up!"

"Huh?" Ron hummed in a daze on the bed.

"Come on! Come on!" Harry continued to yell.

"It's so dark out, Harry," Ron muttered vaguely, "what are you doing?"

"Come here--"

Harry looked back quickly out of the window, but Crookshanks and the dog were gone, not even Maca. He climbed to the ledge to see the shadows of the castle, but they were not there either.

where did they go

At this moment, a loud snoring behind him told Harry that Ron had fallen asleep again.

...

When Harry couldn't find it, and finally had no choice but to lie back on the bed, Maca came out around a certain corner.

"Uncle Black, it seems you won't be able to visit Harry this time," he said softly, "he's awake at the moment!"

Black in Animagus form shook his head, indicating that he had to go back first.

"Take some food back home!" Maca said, and took out a cloth bag from his waist, "But I only have dry food on me, so let's make do to fill my stomach."

Black nodded silently, opened his mouth to bite, then turned and ran towards the Whomping Willow.

"Crookshanks, what about you?" Maca bent down and picked up the cat.

Crookshanks let out a soft cry in his arms, and rubbed his head against Maca's arm, showing an affectionate look.

Maca thought for a while, then carried it to the castle.

Not long after, he came to the Room of Requirement, and after putting down Crookshanks, he took out several thick notebooks—this is his Transfiguration journal. It is undoubtedly the subject with the most.

All kinds of materials, all kinds of physical and magical properties require the wizard to memorize them one by one by memory, and the time and energy required are really extraordinary.

To this day, Maca has achieved some success in transfiguration. But the question of whether to try the transformation of Animagus is still a big obstacle in his heart.

"In the final analysis, it is still a question of success rate."

Maca flipped through the notes casually, reading one after another, but she was still thinking about the multiple-choice question in her mind.

Suddenly, he closed the notebook with a "bang", and said decisively: "Forget it, time is running out, we can't waste it like this..."

After that, he took out a bunch of tools and began to draw the rune pattern on the smooth floor.

The rune pattern this time is very simple, consisting of only dozens of symbols-this is only used to maintain the stability of the magic power within its range.

After that, Maca took out two potion bottles, uncorked the bottles and placed them on the edge of the rune pattern, so that he could take them in time if he made any mistakes.

When everything was ready, Maca took out his wand and held it in his hand, then stood in the center of the rune pattern.

The transformation of Animagus needs to be practiced again and again, but the magic wand is needed to maintain a stable release of magic power, but only when trying to transform for the first time.

For Maca, this is undoubtedly a rather reckless challenge. Because even with all these preparations, the predictable success rate is still less than 70% - in Maca's mind, this is definitely a very low reference data.

"I really don't understand how those guys succeeded..." Maca frowned and said, "It's a pity that the side effects of Felicia Elixir are too great, otherwise if I can use a bottle, I should be able to improve my success." Rate."

To put it simply, the transformation of Animagus is actually a permanent transformation that acts on the caster himself. But for ordinary wizards, the biggest difficulty in practicing this spell is psychological.

If one wants to calmly control one's body and change its physical properties, it cannot be accomplished without a certain degree of psychological quality.

But on this point, Maca has no pressure.

After he squatted down and added the last touch to the rune pattern, he put the water injection pen far away, and stepped on the magic power input point in the center of the pattern.

Immediately, the whole room was brightly illuminated by the lingering blue fluorescence.

Maca closed her eyes, felt it quietly for a moment, then opened her eyes suddenly, and decisively swung her wand with her right hand to the center of her eyebrows.

The moment the tip of the wand touched his skin, his whole body began to tremble slightly.

It was a tiny but very regular tremor, silently showing Maca's precise control.

As the tremors gradually increased, Maca seemed to melt, and together with his clothes and wand, he merged into a dusty, muddy mass.

Moreover, it keeps shrinking, shrinking, shrinking again...

What is Maca going to become?

Before the transformation is complete, no one can guess. But what is inexplicable is that the mass of matter is still shrinking - if it shrinks any more, it will shrink to nothing!

Finally, the mass of matter shrank to about five centimeters in diameter and stopped.

Immediately afterwards, it elongated slightly, gradually outlining a delicate shape, and the colors began to enrich. When the image became clear, Maca's first Animagus transformation was finally successful...

Maca blinked, as if she hadn't fully adapted yet, her eyes were a little hazy.

As soon as he took a step, he fell to the floor with a plop - he wanted to support it with his hands, but he never thought that he couldn't support it in a hurry!

When he stood up again, he was suddenly attracted by the gradually clear vision.

In Maca's eyes, the surrounding world has become extremely huge, the ceiling is as vast as the real sky, and the floor is as boundless as the earth.

Then he twisted his neck to look at his body, and couldn't help muttering in his heart—what kind of a thing is this?