Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In everyone's memory, no match was approaching as full of gunpowder as this time.

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

There were a number of petty chaos in the corridor, which eventually developed into a vicious incident. As a result, a Gryffindor fourth-grade student and a Slytherin sixth-grade student were both admitted to the school hospital, and their ears went out Take leeks.

As the days passed, the tension between the two teams and the two houses had reached the point where they were raging.

Especially Harry, his life has been particularly difficult recently.

On his way to class, someone from Slytherin would trip him to the ground; Crabbe and Gore would follow Harry wherever he went. They were disappointed when they saw Harry surrounded by people. Looks, and walks away listlessly.

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

Wood had already given instructions that Harry had to be accompanied wherever he went, in case the Slytherin people made Harry unable to play.

As a result, 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, the surrounding noise is probably the most important factor. In order to relieve the pressure, Fred and George said that the live voice was louder and more exaggerated than usual.

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

"You have firebolts!" Ron also leaned forward and said.

"Yeah..." Harry felt his stomach cramping.

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

Everyone felt relieved at once, and finally another day passed.

To be honest, Harry didn't sleep well-he always had nightmares, and the dreams were all related to the game.

When he suddenly woke up from his dream, he remembered that the match had not yet been held, but he was lying on the bed peacefully!

After recovering, 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 was still late at night, and one could see from the window that the moonlight had 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.

But just as 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 eye—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.

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

He looked to the playground outside the window again, and after a hurried search for a moment, he found it.

Right now it is moving quietly on the edge of the forbidden forest.

No, it's fine!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 walking swiftly beside it.

Harry's eyes widened.

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

"Ok?"

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 vaguely on the bed.

"Come and take a look! Quick!" 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.He climbed to the windowsill and saw 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 was asleep again.

...

When Harry couldn't find it, and finally had to continue to lie back on the bed in desperation, Maca walked out at a corner.

"Uncle Black, it looks like you can't visit Harry this time," he said softly, "he's awake now!"

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

"Bring some food and go home!" Maca said, and took out a cloth bag from her waist. "But I only prepare dry food for me, so I can fill my stomach."

Black nodded silently, opened his mouth to bite, and 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 and rubbed Maca's arm with his head, revealing an intimate look.

Maca thought for a while, and then walked to the castle holding it.

Not long after, he came to the room of responsiveness, and after putting down Crookshanks, he took out several thick notebooks-this is his handbook of transfiguration, if you talk about the amount of notes, transfiguration It is undoubtedly the most 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 can be considered a minor achievement in transformation.But the question of whether to try to transform Animagus was still a big obstacle in his mind.

"After all, it's a question of success rate."

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

Suddenly, he closed the note with a "bang" and said flatly: "Forget it, time is running out, it can't go on like that..."

After all, 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.

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

When everything was ready, Maca took out his wand and held it in his hand, and 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 only when it is 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 did those guys succeed..." Maca frowned, "It's a pity that the side effects of Fuling Potion are too great, otherwise if you can use a bottle, you should be able to improve your success. rate."

To put it simply, Animagus Transformation is actually an immortal transformation spell 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 degree of psychological quality.

But about this, Maca did not have any pressure.

After seeing him squatting down and adding the last stroke to the rune pattern, he put the fountain pen far away and stepped on the magic input point in the center of the pattern.

Suddenly, the whole room was illuminated by the surrounding blue fluorescence.

Maca closed her eyes and felt for a moment quietly, and then her eyes opened suddenly, and her right hand waved her wand decisively against her brow.

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 demonstrated the precise control of Maca.

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

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

What does Maca become?

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

Finally, the mass of matter shrank until it stopped about five centimeters in diameter.

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

Maca blinked, it seemed that he hadn't fully adapted to it, and his eyes were a little hazy.

As soon as he took a step, he thumped his head and landed on 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 surrounding world has become extremely huge, the ceiling is as wide 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?