In everyone's memory, there is no other time when the approaching game is as full of excitement as this one.
Even though Malfoy inexplicably stopped making noises everywhere, the other students in Slytherin House were still in tit-for-tat with the Gryffindors.
A number of minor fights broke out in the corridors, which turned into something serious, resulting in a fourth-year Gryffindor and a sixth-year Slytherin being admitted to the school hospital with their ears sticking out. Take the leeks.
As the days wore on, tensions between the two teams and the two chambers were boiling over.
Especially Harry, who has been having a particularly difficult time recently.
On his way to class, someone from Slytherin would always stretch out his leg and trip him to the ground; Crabbe and Goyle would follow Harry wherever he went, and they would look disappointed when they saw Harry surrounded by people. With an expression on his face, he walked away listlessly.
Probably because Malfoy couldn't do it himself, 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 prevent Harry from playing.
As a result, the entire Gryffindor House enthusiastically accepted the challenge, making Harry always late for class because there were always a lot of people around him.
On the eve of the game, all normal activities in the Gryffindor common room came to a halt, and even Hermione put down her books.
"I can't read, I can't concentrate..." she said nervously.
Although there is definitely anxiety about the Buckbeak case, the excessive noise around them is probably the main factor - Fred and George talk louder and more exaggeratedly than usual in order to relieve the pressure.
"You'll do well." Hermione had to distract herself by comforting Harry.
"You have Firebolts!" Ron also came up and said.
"Yeah..." Harry felt his stomach cramping.
At this time, Wood suddenly stood up and shouted: "Team, sleep!"
Everyone suddenly felt as if they were relieved, and finally another day passed.
To be honest, Harry didn't sleep well - he kept having nightmares, and they were all related to the game.
When he suddenly woke up from his dream, he remembered that the game hadn't started yet and he was lying peacefully in bed!
When Harry came back to his senses, he 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 you could see from the window that the moonlight had given the deserted lawn a layer of silver. There was not a breath of wind to stir the treetops in the Forbidden Forest tonight, and the Whomping Willow remained motionless, looking natural and harmless.
From this point of view, the conditions for the competition seemed to be perfect.
But just when Harry put down the water glass and was about to go back to bed to continue sleeping for a while, something caught his eye outside the window—an animal wandering on the lawn!
Harry rushed to the bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on, then ran back to the window.
It can't be "ominous"... at least not now... not right before the game!
He looked out the window at the playground again, and after a hurried search for a moment, he found it.
At this moment it was moving quietly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
No, not bad! It wasn't "ominous", it was just a cat - Harry grabbed the window sill and breathed a sigh of relief.
He recognized the bottle-brush-like tail. It was just Crookshanks...wait, was it just Crookshanks
Harry squinted, his nose pressed against the windowpane, when Crookshanks seemed to pause.
Harry was sure he saw something else in the shadows of the trees.
After a moment it appeared: a huge black dog stalking across the lawn, Crookshanks trotting beside it.
Harry's eyes widened.
What does it mean? If Crookshanks could also see the dog, how could it be a harbinger of Harry's death
"Um?"
Before it was over, when the black dog took a few steps forward, another figure came out of the forest - was that Maka
"Ron!" Harry whispered, "Ron! Wake up!"
"Huh?" Ron hummed drowsily on the bed.
"Come and see! Hurry!" Harry continued to shout.
"It's dark outside, Harry," Ron muttered vaguely, "What are you doing?"
"Come here-"
Harry hurriedly looked back out the window, but Crookshanks and the dog were gone, and even Maka was no longer there. He climbed up to the windowsill and looked into the shadow of the castle, but they were not there either.
Where did they go
At this time, the loud snoring from behind told Harry: Ron had fallen asleep again.
…
When Harry couldn't find it and finally had no choice but to lie back on the bed, Maka walked out around a corner.
"Uncle Black, it seems you won't be able to visit Harry this time," he said softly, "He is awake at the moment!"
Blake, in Animagus form, shook his head and said that he had to go back first.
"Bring some food back!" Maka said, taking out a cloth bag from her waist, "But I only prepared dry food, so I'll make do with it to fill my stomach."
Blake nodded silently, opened his mouth to bite it, then turned and ran towards the Whomping Willow.
"Crookshanks, what about you?" Maka bent down and picked up the cat.
Crookshanks yelped softly in his arms and rubbed his head on Maka's arm, showing an affectionate look.
Maka thought for a while, then walked towards the castle with it in her arms.
Not long after, he came to the Room of Requirement. After putting down Crookshanks, he took out several thick notebooks - these were his transfiguration notebooks. In terms of the volume of notes, the Transfiguration Technique was undoubtedly This is the subject with the most subjects.
All kinds of materials, various physical and magical properties, all require wizards to recite them one by one through memory, which requires extraordinary time and energy.
To this day, Maka has achieved some success in the art of transformation. But the question of whether to try Animagus transformation was still a big obstacle in his mind.
“In the final analysis, it’s still a question of success rate.”
Maka flipped through the notes casually, reading one book after another, but she was still thinking about the multiple-choice question in her heart.
Suddenly, he slammed his notebook shut and said decisively: "Forget it, time is running out, we can't waste it anymore..."
After that, he took out a bunch of tools and began to draw rune patterns on the smooth floor.
This time the rune pattern is very simple, consisting of only dozens of symbols - it is only used to maintain the stability of the magic within its range.
After that, Maka took out two more potion bottles, uncorked them and placed them on the edge of the rune array so that she could use them in time if anything went wrong.
When everything was ready, Maka took out the wand and held it in her hand, then stood in the center of the rune array.
The transformation of Animagus requires practice again and again, but the wand is needed to maintain a stable release of magic power only when the transformation is attempted for the first time.
This is undoubtedly a quite reckless challenge for Maka. Because even with all these preparations, the estimated success rate is still less than 70% - in Maka's mind, this is definitely a very low reference data.
"I really don't understand how those guys succeeded..." Maka frowned and said, "It's a pity that the side effects of the Fuling Elixir are too great. Otherwise, if you can use a bottle, the success rate should be improved. ."
To put it simply, Animagus transformation is actually a permanent transformation spell that acts on the caster himself. But for ordinary wizards, the biggest difficulty in practicing this spell is psychological.
If you want to calmly control the physical properties of your body, it will definitely not be possible without a certain degree of psychological quality.
But regarding this, Maka didn't feel any pressure.
He crouched down and added the last stroke to the rune array. Then he put the pen far away and stepped on the magic input point in the center of the array.
Suddenly, the entire room was illuminated by blue fluorescent light.
Maka closed her eyes and felt it quietly for a moment. Then her eyes suddenly opened and she waved the wand with her right hand decisively and put it between her 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, silently demonstrating Maka's precise control.
As the tremors gradually increased, Maka seemed to melt, and together with her clothes and wand, they turned into a gray mud-like substance.
Moreover, it keeps shrinking, shrinking, shrinking again...
What is Maka going to become
Before the transformation is complete, no one can guess. But what's puzzling is that the mass of matter is still shrinking - if it shrinks any further, it will disappear!
Finally, the mass of material shrank until it was about five centimeters in diameter and stopped.
Immediately afterwards, it was slightly elongated, gradually outlining a delicate shape, and the colors began to become richer. When the image became clear, Maka's first Animagus transformation finally succeeded...
Maka blinked, as if she hadn't fully adapted yet, and her vision was a little hazy.
As soon as he took a step, he fell to the floor with a plop - he wanted to hold it up with his hands, but he never thought that he couldn't hold it up in a hurry!
When he stood up again, he was suddenly attracted by the slowly clearing vision.
In Maka's eyes, the world around her became extremely huge. The ceiling was as vast as the real sky, and the floor was as boundless as the earth.
Then he twisted his neck and looked at his body, and couldn't help but mutter in his mind - what kind of bird thing is this