Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 124: Animagus Deformation

　　In everyone's memory, no match was approaching, and it was not as full of gunpowder as this time.

　　 Even though Malfoy stopped bluffing around inexplicably, the other students of Slytherin College still pitted against the Gryffindors everywhere.

　　 There were a number of petty fights in the corridor, which eventually developed into vicious incidents. As a result, a Gryffindor fourth-grade student and a Slytherin sixth-grade student were both admitted to the school hospital. Their ears Leeks are all coming out.

　　 As the days go by, the tension between the two teams and the two houses has reached the point where it is on the verge of breaking out.

　　Especially Harry, his life has been particularly difficult these days.

　　On his way to class, someone from Slytherin would trip him to the ground; Crabbe and Gore would follow him wherever Harry went. They saw someone surrounded by Harry. With a disappointed look, he walked away listlessly.

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

　　Wood has given instructions that Harry must be accompanied wherever he goes, in case the Slytherin people make Harry unable to play.

　　 So, the entire Gryffindor House enthusiastically accepted the challenge, which made Harry always late for class because there were always a lot of people around him.

　　On the eve of the game, all daily activities in the Gryffindor common room ceased, and even Hermione put down her books.

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

　　Although there must be anxieties about the Buckbeak case, too much noise around is probably the most important factor-Fred and George, in order to relieve stress, said that the voice of life is louder and more exaggerated than usual Up.

　　 "You will behave well." Hermione had to distract herself by comforting Harry.

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

　　 "Yes..." 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 always having nightmares, and the dreams were all related to the game.

　　 When he suddenly woke up from his dream, he remembered that the game hadn't been held yet, but he was lying on the bed peacefully!

　　 After regaining his senses, Harry suddenly felt very thirsty. He got out of bed as quietly as possible and poured himself some water from the silver jar under the window.

　　 It is still late at night, and you can see from the window that the moonlight has plated the silent lawn with silver. Tonight there was no wind blowing the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the beating willow remained motionless, looking natural and harmless.

　　 From this point of view, the conditions of the game seem to be perfect.

　　 Just when Harry put down his water glass and was about to go back to bed to sleep 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 and put them on, then ran back to the window.

　　 must not be "ominous"...at least not now...don't show up right before the game!

　　 He looked out the window to the playground again, and after hurriedly searching for a while, he found it.

　　 Right now it is moving quietly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

　　 No, it’s okay! It was not "ominous", it was just a cat-Harry grabbed the window sill and breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 He recognized the bottle's brush-like tail. It was just Crookshanks... Wait, is it just Crookshanks?

　　 Harry squinted, his nose pressed against the windowpane, and Crookshanks seemed to stop.

　　 Harry was certain that he saw something else in the shadow of the tree.

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

　　 Harry's eyes widened.

　　What does this mean? If Crookshanks could see the dog, how could it be a sign of Harry's death?

　　 "Huh?"

　　 hasn't finished yet, when the black dog walked a few steps forward, another figure came out of the woods—that turned out to be Maca?

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

　　 "Huh?" Ron hummed dazedly on the bed.

　　 "Come and see! Hurry up!" Harry continued to yell.

　　 "It's so dark outside, Harry," Ron muttered vaguely, "What are you doing?"

　　"Come here—"

　　 Harry hurriedly turned around and looked out the window, but Crookshanks and the dog were gone, not even Maca was there anymore. He climbed to the window sill and kept seeing the shadow of the castle, but they were not there either.

　　 Where did they go?

　　 At this time, a loud snoring sound from behind told Harry: Ron is asleep again.

　　……

　　 When Harry couldn't find it anyhow, and finally had no choice but to continue to lie back on the bed, Maca walked out at a corner.

　　"Uncle Black, it seems you can't visit Harry this time," he said softly, "He can be awake now!"

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

　　 "Go home with some food!" Maca said, and took out a cloth bag from her waist. "But I only prepare dry food on my body, so I can fill my stomach."

　　 Black nodded silently, opened his mouth to bite, then turned and ran to the beating willow.

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

　　 Crookshanks gave a soft cry in his arms, rubbed Maca's arm with his head, showing an intimacy look.

　　Maca thought for a while, then hugged it and walked into the castle.

　　 Not long after, he came to the House of Requirement, and after putting down Crookshanks, he took out several thick notebooks-this is his transfiguration notebook, if you talk about the amount of notes , Transfiguration is undoubtedly the most popular subject.

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

　　To this day, Maca has made a small difference in transfiguration. But the question of whether to try to transform Animagus was still a big obstacle in his mind.

　　 "After all, it is still a question of success rate."

　　Maca flipped through the notes casually, reading one by one, but still thinking about the choice of multiple choice questions in his heart.

　　 Suddenly, he closed the note with a "bang" and said flatly: "Forget it, time is running out, it can't be spent like this anymore..."

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

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

After 　　, Maca took out two more potion bottles, unplugged the corks and placed them on the edge of the rune pattern, so that if something went wrong, he could get them in time.

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

　　 Animagus’ transformation needs to be practiced again and again, but the magic wand needed to maintain a stable release of magic power is only the first attempt to transform.

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

　　 "I really don't understand how these guys succeeded..." Maca frowned, "It's a pity that the side effects of the blessing potion are too great, otherwise if you can use a bottle, it should be okay. Increase the success rate."

　　 To put it simply, Animagus Transformation is actually an immortal transformation technique that acts on the caster himself. But for ordinary wizards, the biggest difficulty in practicing this spell is still psychological.

　　 If you want to calmly control your body to change its physical properties, you can’t do it without a certain level of psychological quality.

　　 Regarding this, Maca has no pressure.

　　 saw him squat down and added the last stroke to the rune pattern, he put the pen far away and stepped on the magic input point in the center of the pattern.

　　 Suddenly, the whole room was illuminated by the swirling blue fluorescent light~IndoMTL.com~Maca closed her eyes and felt it for a moment, then her eyes suddenly opened, and her right hand waved her magic wand decisively It touched his eyebrows.

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

　　 It was a very small but very regular vibration, which silently showed the precise control of Maca.

　　 As the tremor gradually increased, the Maca seemed to melt, and together with the clothes and the wand, they gathered together into a dusty mud-like mass.

　　 And, it keeps shrinking, shrinking, shrinking again...

　　Maca, what is this going to become?

　　 No one can guess before the transformation is complete. But what is inexplicable is that the mass of matter is still shrinking-even if it shrinks, it will shrink!

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

　　 Immediately afterwards, it elongated a little, and gradually outlined a delicate shape, and the colors began to become richer. When the image became clear, Maca’s first transformation of Animagus finally succeeded...

　　 Maca blinked, as if he hadn't fully adjusted to it, he was a little hazy in front of him.

　　 As soon as he took a step, he plopped and fell to the floor--he wanted to support it with his hands, but he didn't even think about it in a hurry!

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

　　In Maca’s eyes, the world around him has become extremely huge, the ceiling is as vast as the real sky, and the floor is as infinite as the earth.

　　 Then he twisted his neck and looked at his body, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart-what kind of bird thing is this?