Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 218 217: Animagus!

This was really a change that Ian had never expected.

He could clearly feel his magic power flowing in an unprecedented way, as if analyzing some complex structure. Under the influence of his magic power, the raven's body gradually became free of secrets, as if it was covered by a layer of light, thus deciphering all the information about the body's essence.

Yes.

Ian could feel his magic power penetrating into the raven's body in an incredible way. Every feather, every bone, every drop of blood, and even the structure of every cell appeared clearly in his mind. This feeling was as if he had thoroughly excavated the raven's body structure from the essential level.

During this analysis, Ian's consciousness gradually became blurred. He felt as if he was in a huge whirlpool, being sucked deeper and deeper. Everything around him became illusory and unreal, only the corpse of the raven and the magic that was analyzing it were real.

Even the memories seemed to be being parsed from the raven's brain.

but.

Just a few snippets.

All kinds of strange images kept emerging in Ian's mind, including scenes of ravens flying through storms and peaceful images of them perching on branches.

These images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, making him a little overwhelmed. As for the ominous thing that Merlin avoided, Ian seemed to feel that he could see through it all, its body structure, its life essence, all of which were presented in front of Ian's "eyes" and were clearly visible.

At this moment, Ian seemed to have turned into a sophisticated instrument, and magic was his searchlight, helping him to penetrate the material manifestation and fully feel the "presence" of the raven.

He saw how the raven's muscles were cleverly structured to support its flight posture, and how its feathers were arranged at specific angles to maximize its flight efficiency.

I also saw how those sharp and deep eyes captured prey in the distance.

"Oh no!"

The magic that flows out will eventually flow back, and it is this return of magic that caused Ian's change. This magic quickly merged into his body and soul with the raven's body structure and memory. Before Merlin could sense what was happening, feathers began to grow on Ian's body with a cry of surprise.

"What the hell!?"

Merlin was also shocked.

"Transform! I told you! I'm going to transform!"

Ian's exclamation was tinged with pain.

There is no other reason.

His body was also beginning to distort faster and faster - of course, a poor student might just panic when encountering such a situation, but Ian was a legendary wizard who knew more about magic than the top students. Because of this, while he was panicking, he was also the first to realize what was happening to him.

Animagus transformation.

This is the Transfiguration Magic at the top of the pyramid. There were only seven Animagus registered in the 20th century, including Professor McGonagall, the Head of the College.

Of course, there are illegal Animagus, but the Ministry of Magic strictly controls it, requiring all Animagus's transformed animals and characteristics to be registered in the Ministry of Magic's Office of Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic. Under normal circumstances, it takes several years to become an Animagus, so that a person can become the most suitable animal for himself. In fact, before the Riddle incident, Ian had been studying Professor McGonagall's notes in the hope of mastering this magic.

He had even made all the preparations and was just waiting to complete his training under the guidance of Professor McGonagall. Ian did not want to make any attempts before he was sure. After all, when practicing Animagus, people might go crazy and be unable to turn back into normal humans.

As a cautious person, Ian never thought that he would be forced to undergo such a magical transformation without any warning, and even skip the complicated steps required to practice Animagus.

"Animagus?" Merlin saw Ian lying on the ground in pain, black feathers constantly coming out of his body. He seemed to finally realize what was happening to Ian.

"I knew there would be holes on the dead bird's body!" Merlin was a little surprised and doubtful, as if he regarded Ian's changes as some kind of curse on the raven's body.

He tried to help Ian, but the moment his hand touched Ian's body, he was hit by a cannonball and flew backwards, hitting the wall hard.

I saw.

An invisible force field seemed to appear around Ian. It was not Ian's own magic or ability, but the characteristics of the thing he was about to transform into.

"Magical creatures!"

Ian didn't know whether he should be happy or scared. He realized that he was touching the first taboo of Animagus. The transformation of magical creatures almost always brought about unforeseen terrible consequences.

Perhaps the severe pain in his body came from this. Ian's spine transmitted unbearable pain as it twisted. The magic power that had been dormant deep in his blood vessels was climbing wildly along his bone marrow like an awakened venomous snake.

He could clearly feel that every nerve ending was screaming, the blood surging under the skin seemed to be about to break through the cage of blood vessels, and the bones all over his body were making slight crackling sounds.

They are rearranging themselves.

In addition to feathers starting to grow on his body, Ian's muscles were also constantly contracting, as if he was adapting to a new form. His skin became extremely sensitive, able to feel every tiny movement in the air. His fingers began to grow slender and flexible, and his nails gradually became sharper.

Like a raven's claw.

Gradually, his shoulders began to shrink and turned into the strong wings of a raven; his face became flat and his mouth turned into a sharp beak. This process was both painful and wonderful. Ian could clearly feel the division and recombination of every cell, every bone, every muscle, and every drop of blood no longer belonging to humans.

During this process, Ian's vision also changed dramatically. The world he saw was no longer the ordinary scene before, but became clearer and more vivid.

He could see every crack in the wall, and the tiny dust particles floating in the air. His hearing also became extremely sharp, and he could hear the slightest sound coming from far away.

He could even tell the source and direction of different sounds. He could even hear Merlin's breathing in multiple layers, and Merlin's heartbeat could not escape this special hearing.

"Oh my God! I really turned into a bird!"

As the pain gradually subsided, Ian was finally able to make a sound. He couldn't help but let out an uncomfortable groan, the tone was sharp and a little weird.

of course.

Merlin, who had finally managed to pull himself up from the wall, looked even weirder than Ian when he heard his voice. He froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"This is...a sound I can never forget!"

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he looked at Ian, whose transformation was gradually stabilizing, with horror on his face. Under his gaze, Ian, who had transformed into a raven, flapped his wings and flew straight to the ceiling of the palace.

"Oh!"

A very loud noise.

He poked a big hole in the extremely precious palace - it was not intentional on Ian's part, he just wanted to get used to this strange yet inexplicably familiar body.

Who would have thought.

He just flapped his wings, and his whole body, no, the whole bird, burst out at a terrifying speed, like a stream of light, and everything in his way seemed to turn into tofu dregs.

The originally solid palace walls, under the impact of Ian's powerful force, were as fragile as paper. Bricks, stones and wood were shattered and splashed, raising a cloud of dust.

The air was torn apart under his wings, making a sharp whistling sound. Ian's figure flashed through the flying debris, and in an instant he broke through the palace's restraints and flew towards the gloomy sky outside the palace. His vision became extremely wide in an instant, and the palace of Helheim quickly shrank below him.

It seems like an insignificant model.

The black and white world unfolded in his vision, like an ancient ink painting. The sky was gray, the earth was pale, and everything seemed so quiet and desolate.

Ian is adapting to the form.

In the ruined palace, Merlin was facing a formidable enemy. He used his cognition and magic power madly, and began to cast various powerful spells around his body.

"Possession! This must have been a long-planned possession! I shouldn't have let him touch the body of the dead bird!" Merlin had a terrifying judgment in his mind.

He looked up at the sky.

His eyes were filled with fear.

"We're in big trouble!"

Merlin was always ready to strike with all his strength.

And his reaction.

Obviously it was impossible for the little wizard to realize that he was still enjoying flying in the sky.

"Is this... what it feels like to fly?" Ian felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. Every time he flapped his wings, he seemed to be able to feel the response from space.

It was as if every time he flapped his wings, he was performing a magic trick - Ian was enjoying flying, and at this moment, the shadows across the sky seemed to be celebrating for him.

The whole of Helheim seemed to be awakened by some power.

Countless Dementors carrying stone tablets raised their heads from all directions, and strange lights appeared in their empty eye sockets. They all crawled on the ground and made shrill cries. The sound was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, echoing throughout Helheim. Ian circled in the dark clouds and looked down at Helheim below. The figures of the Dementors seemed extremely small in his field of vision, but their voices were clearly transmitted to his ears. There was an indescribable awe and submission in the voices.

As if paying tribute to him.

"This... Could it be that my transformation has allowed me to inherit some kind of power from the Dark Raven?" Ian was surprised. He could see the Dementors on the ground. He could also see the stone tablets on the backs of the Dementors trembling slightly and making a low humming sound. The reason was unknown.

"This feeling... is so amazing. I might be the first Animagus to have a magical form. No, according to Merlin, it should be a divine form?!"

Ian felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. He could feel that his body had completely adapted to the rhythm of flying, which made him fly more and more easily. A strong impulse suddenly surged in his heart, and the little wizard couldn't help but speak and let out a sharp cry.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The sound resounded through the sky like thunder, quickly spreading in all directions and instantly reaching all of Helheim. The strong wind seemed to be frozen in this cry.

Ripples appeared in the black and white space and time, carrying Ian's cry and spreading to the outside world. All the spaces and worlds involved in the underworld seemed to be shaking at the same time.

In a blurry fantasy.

Pandro is still teaching Ariana swordsmanship.

He and Ariana both heard the sound at the same time, which was spreading throughout every corner of the underworld.

"Ian's Phoenix?"

Ariana was a little stunned.

glance right and left.

The source of the sound was not found.

"This day has come so quickly..." Pandro also raised his head, his eyes seemed to be looking at another level of space, and a complex expression appeared in his eyes.

"What's coming so quickly?" Ariana's pointed ears caught Pandro's murmur. She looked at the boy beside her curiously and couldn't help asking.

Pandro glanced at her.

"Not Ian's Phoenix."

He was merely responding to Ariana's initial inquiry.

And at this time.

"This is the voice of the King."

Morgan appeared in this small town at some point in time. Her arrival made Pandro raise his eyebrows, but he did not show any nervous look.

"Ms. Morgan."

Ariana greeted Morgan first, then couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Why does the king's voice sound as funny as Ian's phoenix?"

She really found it very strange and difficult to understand.

"Hahaha."

Morgan couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this. "Silly girl, it's not that the king's bird is the same as Ian's, it's that Ian's bird is the same as the king's. This involves a little-known secret."

She looked at Pandro meaningfully. Ian's black phoenix came from Pandro, but Pandro turned his head and looked away as if he didn't notice.

“It’s a deal.”

He corrected Morgan's wording.

"What's the deal?"

Ariana blinked.

Pandro remained silent, but whispered, "The voice just now came from the king. He was announcing to the world he ruled that he had taken back his power and authority."

There was a pause.

“And have more.”

Pandro added softly.

"Turn your past into your Animagus, and you will have the present and the future. Wow, a win-win-win situation. This is truly..." Morgan's words stopped here. Pandro couldn't help but sigh when he heard it. Only Ariana's eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

……

Blurred fantasy.

Crater of Doom.

"Mother, what was that noise just now?"

Helena Ravenclaw also turned to look at her mother curiously.

"It's an urging against us."

Rowena Ravenclaw responded without even looking up. Under her control, the volcano was like a natural furnace, forging something destined to be extraordinary.

"We have to speed up."

She stared at the crown looming in the volcano and sighed softly.

"Hopefully it's not too late."

Whispering softly.

Even Helena Ravenclaw didn't hear it.

……

Blurred fantasy.

The end of the Black Sea.

The water of the Black Sea was like thick ink, surging silently, with a few ripples occasionally appearing, but quickly returning to silence. Countless broken phantoms floated on the sea.

It's like a forgotten soul floating in it.

In the middle of this dead black sea, a mysterious being covered in a black robe stood quietly. His figure blended into the surrounding darkness, as if he was part of this black sea. Under the hood of the black robe, his face could not be seen clearly, and only his dark eyes could be seen, as deep as the bottomless abyss.

He raised his head slightly.

His gaze penetrated through the layers of gray fog and looked into the distance, with the flying ravens reflected in his eyes.

"Appeared……"

The mysterious man's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell, his tone was indifferent without a trace of emotion, and his slender dark hands kept stroking the strange creature in his arms - it was a slug with a human face, its skin was pale and sticky, and its facial features were distorted and painful.

The slug squirmed slightly in the mysterious man's hand, making a slight hissing sound, as if responding to his whisper, and the mysterious man's fingertips brushed across the slug's mouth.

next moment.

Slugs are deprived of their voice.

"Everything has its final day, so why rush? The bird doesn't know that all its actions are weaving its own...dusk."

The voice of the mysterious man in black robe was low and distant.

The black tide is flowing.

The Black Sea is surging.

He has sat here from eternity and can see the end of all life.

(End of this chapter)