My partner at Hogwarts is Tom

With a deft fold of its wings, the swallow landed on the thickest patch of silver moss by the lake.

The moment my claws touched the moss, the soft sensation seemed to travel directly to my heart.

He did not rush to transform back into human form, but instead used the swallow's bright black round eyes to quietly observe this area protected by holy magic.

This is one of the most sacred and mysterious places in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts—the habitat of the unicorn clan.

The group is not large; there are only thirteen unicorns of all sizes in total.

On the lakeshore, several adult unicorns stood or lay leisurely.

Their fur is not pure white, but a silvery-white that is closer to the color of the first snow, with a faint pearly luster.

In the sunlight filtering through the trees, every hair seemed to be coated with a thin layer of gold, flowing with a warm luster.

They have graceful bodies, long necks, and limbs with smooth, powerful lines, and hooves that look like they were polished from the purest crystal.

What is most striking is undoubtedly the spiral-shaped horn on their foreheads, which looks like moonlight condensed.

An adult unicorn's horn is typically between one and two feet long, with a pure, flawless silver-white color, and the tip shimmers with a star-like light. The horn seems to have a subtle halo flowing slowly across its body.

Their eyes are a deep violet or a clear azure, with a peaceful and wise gaze.

They simply exist quietly, and the surrounding air seems to be purified, filled with an indescribable sense of peace and sanctity.

Compared to the majestic and serene beauty of the adult unicorns, the cubs presented a completely different and adorable sight.

They are about a third the size of an adult unicorn, with fluffy and soft fur.

Furthermore, its fur is not the pure silver-white of an adult unicorn, but a warmer pale gold, like the downy feathers of a newly hatched chick, or the edge of a cloud kissed by the setting sun.

They were clearly much more lively and active, completely disregarding the quiet demeanor of their elders.

A little golden dumpling is trying to imitate its mother's graceful gait, but it walks unsteadily.

Its delicate hooves would occasionally sink into the soft moss, causing it to stumble, prompting another cub nearby to nudge it with its nose.

Immediately, the two little creatures lost their balance and rolled into a ball, their pale golden fur catching a few glistening specks of mossy light.

Another cub became endlessly fascinated by its own reflection in the lake.

Tilting its head, blinking its large, bright, slightly light-colored blue eyes, it curiously touched the water's surface with its tender little horn, which hadn't yet grown any sharp points and only had a small protrusion.

As the ripples spread across the water, it jumped away as if startled, but after a few seconds, it couldn't resist moving closer again.

The adult unicorns watched their cubs play with tolerant eyes.

Occasionally, one or two will lower their heads and gently touch their naughty children with their noses, or use their tongues to groom their ruffled fur.

The entire community exudes an atmosphere of harmony, tranquility, and vibrant life.

Sunshine, a silver lake, sacred beasts, cubs... all combine to create a scene that seems to have stepped out of a myth.

The swallow that Victor had transformed into chirped softly, but the faint sound did not startle the unicorns.

One of the largest and longest unicorns raised its head, its violet eyes fixed precisely on the little swallow on the moss.

There was no wariness in its eyes, only a faint understanding and a gentle welcome.

The swallow flapped its wings and flew down to a low, pale ash tree nearby.

It's time to really test out that new and interesting ability.

With a slight thought, his body began to change again.

A silvery-white light flowed, and the swallow's form melted, stretched, and reshaped like mercury...

A moment later, a "mini unicorn" appeared on the spot, about the same size as the baby unicorn, but with the same appearance and spirit as the sacred creatures by the lake.

Its entire body is covered with short, silvery-white fur that shimmers with a pearly luster. The spiral horn on its forehead, though small, is equally crystal clear, and its hooves are like miniature crystals.

Only his eyes retained Victor's unique look, carrying a hint of curiosity and inquiry.

Viktor, now a miniature unicorn, looked down at his current body and tried to take a couple of steps.

He felt incredibly novel experiencing a completely different perspective and sense of balance.

He looked up and gazed once more at the herd of unicorns on the lakeshore.

This time, a clear glint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the majestic unicorn at the head of the pack.

The miniature unicorn that Victor had transformed into also tried to imitate it, raising its head and attempting to let out a screech that matched its current identity, but it only produced a faint and slightly comical "whimper".

His little attempt seemed to have caught the attention of the few pale golden cubs that were playing around.

Two of them stopped their headbutting game, blinked their big eyes, and looked curiously at the little fellow that had suddenly appeared.

They had clearly never seen such a small adult unicorn before, which was beyond their simple understanding.

Immediately, the curious little unicorns stumbled over, looking at Victor curiously and sniffing him around.

Just as Viktor was experiencing this new form with great interest and communicating silently with the little unicorn, a scream suddenly rang out from the sky.

Viktor and the other unicorns were immediately drawn to it.

Amidst screams and wails, a dense swarm of various small birds was seen chasing a "large bat" with pink wings.

Accompanied by breathless and panicked shouts approaching from afar, and a series of irregular, violent thrashing sounds.

A figure wearing crudely made wings full of holes, staggering as if drunk, suddenly crashed through the branches above the lake.

Then, with a "plop," it plunged headfirst into the shimmering, silvery lake in a rather ungraceful manner, splashing water high into the air.

In an instant, all the unicorns on the lakeside, whether calm adults or lively cubs, stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes toward the uninvited guest that had fallen into the water.

Seeing this, Victor slapped himself in the face with a hoof in exasperation.

Tom is really like a reincarnated husky; he can pull off something amazing the moment you leave him.

Viktor's figure then twisted and transformed back into human form.

After rummaging through his pockets, he then scattered handfuls of money as an apology to the various birds chirping in the sky above the lake.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the flock of birds circling in the sky finally dispersed.

Tom, with a reed in his mouth, sneakily climbed out of the lake.