Section 254

"These two foals...are both very special!" Bane glanced at Vizzet and Luna and added.

Vizzet had a ball-eating bird on his shoulder, and was looking at Dumbledore curiously.

Luna also had a ball-eating bird in her arms. She gently stroked the feathers of the ball-eating bird, and the ball-eating bird half-closed its eyes, looking very comfortable.

...

If we go directly through the centaur tribe, the journey can be shortened a lot.

Not long after, an open space appeared in front of everyone. In the center of the open space was an ancient altar bathed in the sun.

The altar was made of huge stones, and the traces of runes carved on it could be vaguely felt through the vines and moss.

Vizette looked at the altar in the distance and asked, "Mr. Bain, do you know anything about this altar?"

Bane took a few steps forward and shook his head gently, "At least in our word of mouth, this altar has always been there, but we don't know its specific use."

Vizette continued to ask, "Mr. Bain, do you know that any wizard has used this altar? Or...how did this altar appear?"

Bane recalled, "On a thunderstorm night more than ten years ago, strong magical fluctuations came from here. It's just that we were fighting the eight-eyed giant spider at that time, so we didn't come to check it out."

"And this altar itself should have appeared out of thin air after the storm. My mother hummed a ballad like this for me...%&!*?#x-on:*%&!*?#x-on:*%%#x-on:*%&!*?..."

He hummed an ancient and vicissitudes of life tune, and Dumbledore relayed the meaning on his behalf.

"After the roar of thunder and the dance of rainstorms, in silence, the original altar slowly rises from the mist."

"That's what I mean!" Bane held the bow and arrow in his hand again, "I should leave now, I wish you good luck!"

"Okay!" Vizette responded subconsciously, "Mr. Bane, thank you for bringing us here."

"Uh... um..." Bane was still a little uncomfortable, and responded randomly, his figure submerged in the darkness in the distance.

The altar is also a way to perform ritual magic, so Vizette will naturally not feel unfamiliar.

He took out the crystal from his backpack and embedded the crystal in the corresponding position according to the instructions on the notebook.

The crystal floated in the grooves of the altar, and the invisible magic fluctuations like the breeze spread from it.

As Fred and George said, the altar seemed to be damaged, and the magic fluctuations lingered around the altar, but could not condense, and the runes did not change at all.

Vizet recalled the centaur's song just now, "If 'after the roar of thunder and lightning and the dance of torrential rain' is a weather spell, then the order should be the altar first, and then the thunderstorm."

"The original altar slowly rose from the mist, could it be..." He raised his wand, the core of the silent mana pumped violently, and the ancient magic power gushed out and poured into the altar along the tip of the wand.

...

In a subtle sound, the runes lit up one by one, and the whole altar burst into a silver-blue light.

The ancient magic power is the key to making the altar work;

I think since the altar appeared, only the creator of the Marauder's Map has used this place, and can use the remaining ancient magic power to attract thunderstorms and heavy rain.

A little inspiration emerged, Vizet raised his wand and chanted the rainstorm spell, "Storm and rain!"

Above the forbidden forest, countless clouds gathered, and the warm sunshine was instantly blocked.

The beige clouds seemed to be dripped with ink, and quickly smudged into dark clouds.

In an instant, heavy rain poured down, and the sound of the rain drowned out the chirping of insects and birds.

Without putting down his wand, Vizet slowly turned a few circles as if stirring the clouds, and released the second weather spell, "Drive Thunder and Lightning!"

The core pump of the Obscurus pumped more violently, and a flash of lightning shot up into the sky, straight through the pouring rain, and crashed into the dense dark clouds.

The dark clouds became even darker, almost completely turning into ink, with continuous muffled thunder, and lightning like electric snakes one after another, rolling in the dark clouds.

Professor McGonagall gently patted Luna on the shoulder, "If Vizet is dominated by animal instincts, you can try to call him and guide him out of this instinct."

"I understand, Professor McGonagall!" Luna nodded repeatedly, clasping her hands tightly together, as if in a prayer gesture.

Vizet raised his wand and shouted in the direction of the hunting ground: "Potion fly over!"

Holding the potion bottle in his hand, he looked at the blood-red liquid on it, and his heart became more excited.

He exhaled a long breath, put the tip of the wand against his heart, and chanted the spell he could memorize, "Amado, Anim, Anima, Animagus!"

After drinking the blood-red liquid, Vizet felt extremely severe pain, as if he was a candle, burned by a raging fire, and his body seemed to be melted.

With it came a strong heartbeat, two heartbeats!

The heartbeat was like a frantic drumbeat, constantly hitting his mind!

Boom!

Boom!

Chapter 35 The first transformation, the soul is like clothes

The frantic heartbeat became faster and faster, until the two heartbeats were indistinguishable from each other, bombarding Vizet's mind together, and a specific animal image emerged.

Neck feathers are brown-gold... Wing feathers are bronze... Beak is like a golden hook... Eyes are like black sparks...

The burning sensation caused by drinking the potion is more intense, and the whole body seems to be melting;

The potion of Animagus is very special. Weizet once discussed it with Professor McGonagall and concluded that the potion is a protective measure that can help wizards understand the soul.

But this so-called safety is only relative. The process of Animagus transformation is actually full of dangers.

This was how Weizet felt at this time. He seemed to be dominated by instinct. This was an instinct that did not belong to humans, but was spread by the animal image in his mind.

Animal instincts spill over...

Consciously restrain instinct...

He kept restraining the instinct brought about by the animal image until this instinct began to merge with himself. The human instinct and the instinct of the animal image mixed together to form an extremely wonderful feeling.

According to the description in Professor McGonagall's notes, the wonderful feeling produced by the mixture of two instincts is the feeling of the soul.

Just having this feeling means beginning to understand the soul.

"The process went smoothly, but haven't I passed the Patronus Charm..."

Just when Weizet thought this, he actually felt a sense of detachment, and turned into a feeling similar to a "third perspective", observing everything around him.

"It's different from what's in Professor McGonagall's notes!"

With the help of the "Third Perspective", Weizet felt that his thinking was more active, and he quickly understood why this happened——

Under the guidance of Snape, he completed his understanding of the soul through the Patronus Charm, and the protective effect brought by the potion itself is leading him to continue to deepen and gain a deeper understanding of the soul.

The "third perspective" at this moment is such a feeling.

He seemed to be in an infinite universe, surrounded by darkness, with only the light in front of him showing a brilliant scene.

Vizette saw his own image, like a candle, melting;

And that animal image is a mold, and the melted self is injected into the mold, changing the original shape...

"The soul can be fused...can be shaped...just like that...just like the method I used to transform the Crab Claw Orchid!"

Looking at everything in front of him, Weizet was excited, and a conclusion came to him like a bolt from the blue: "The soul is actually just a piece of 'clothes'! We can continue to study it!"

…

Thunder and lightning, strong wind and rain.

As Wizette watched his soul merge into the "mold" and transform into an animal form, his body was also changing.

Luna held her hands tightly, causing her fair skin to become engorged with blood, as enchanting as ruby;

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked attentive, their eyes unblinking, and they held the wands in their hands tightly.

They watched as Vizet's body continued to change, and the clothes on his body were assimilated and covered with a layer of fine down.

The down is covered with new feathers, the feathers are brown gold and bronze in color, growing outward layer by layer, as if they have experienced countless times of fast forwarding.

Professor McGonagall breathed out lightly, "Bird Animagus..."

Dumbledore nodded, "Ravenclaw, I'm not surprised."

Vizette's body was trembling slightly like a convulsion, his limbs and head were constantly changing, his palms seemed to be fused together, and his feet were divided into three toes forward and one toe backward, with hooks and claws...

Professor McGonagall lowered her head to look at Luna and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, everything is going well now."

"Yeah." Luna didn't let go of her hands, "I understand, Professor McGonagall."

Wizette suddenly opened his arms, and his arms were like elastic rubber, instantly extended a lot, and countless flying feathers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and finally turned into broad and powerful wings.

Thunder and lightning exploded one after another, seeming to illuminate the entire world.

The feathers actually reflected brilliant golden light under the light of thunder. The golden light was like the light of dawn, soft and dazzling.

Vizette shook his head slightly, bathed in the dazzling thunder light. A long beak like a golden hook extended from his head, and his pupils were as deep as obsidian.

Most of Weizet's feathers are bronze, with only the neck feathers, head feathers, and tail feathers being brownish-gold. At the end of the wings, you can also see a fiery red mark.

"Is it the pattern of a phoenix? This should be considered an obvious characteristic." Dumbledore groaned, "Weizet's current appearance...should be that of a golden eagle."

Professor McGonagall nodded and exhaled, "But it's too big..."

The golden eagle transformed by Weizet is one and a half meters long, with a wingspan of more than three meters. I am afraid not many golden eagles can reach this size.

Looking at Vizette with his wingspan still stretched out, Professor McGonagall said to Luna: "Miss Lovegood, Vizette needs your help now."

Seeing that Vizette successfully completed the Animagus, Luna also breathed a sigh of relief.