Chapter 125

In everyone's memory, which game is not as gunpowder as this one when it is approaching.

Even if Malfoy somehow stopped whining around, the other students of Slytherin college still fought against Gryffindors everywhere.

There were a number of minor incidents in the corridor, which eventually developed into malignant events. As a result, a Gryffindor fourth grader and a Slytherin sixth grader were all living in the school hospital, and leeks came out of their ears.

As the days passed, the tension between the two teams and the two houses of Parliament had reached the point of impending.

Harry, in particular, has had a particularly difficult time recently.

On his way to class, Slytherin's people always put out their legs and tripped him to the ground; Crabbe and Goyle would follow Harry wherever he went. When they saw that Harry was surrounded, they looked disappointed and walked away listlessly.

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

Wood had given orders that Harry should be accompanied wherever he went, in case Slytherin's people made Harry unable to play.

As a result, the whole Gryffindor hospital 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 daily activities in the Gryffindor common room stopped, and even Hermione put down her books.

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

Although there must be anxiety about Buckbeak's case, I'm afraid too much noise around is the main factor - Fred and George speak louder and more grandiose than usual in order to relieve pressure.

"You'll do well," Hermione had to distract herself by comforting Harry.

"You have a Firebolt!" said Ron.

"Yes..." Harry felt his stomach cramp.

At this time, wood suddenly stood up and shouted, "team, sleep!"

Everyone suddenly felt like a sigh of relief, and finally another day passed.

To be honest, Harry doesn't sleep well - he's always having nightmares, and dreams are all about the game.

When he suddenly woke up from his dream, he remembered that the game had not been held yet, but he was lying in bed safely!

Harry suddenly felt very thirsty. He tried to get out of bed quietly and poured himself some water from the silver jar under the window.

It's still late at night. You can see from the window that the moonlight has coated the silent lawn with silver. There was no wind blowing the treetops of the Forbidden Forest tonight. The willows did not move. They looked natural and harmless.

So it seems that the conditions of the game are perfect.

But just as Harry put down his glass and was about to go back to bed to sleep for a while, something caught his eye outside the window - an animal was wandering on the lawn!

Harry rushed to the bedside table, grabbed his glasses, put them on, and ran back to the window.

It must not be "ominous"... At least not now... Not just before the game!

He looked out of the window at the playground again. After a hurried search for a moment, he found it.

Now it is moving quietly on the edge of the forbidden forest.

No, it's okay! It wasn't "ominous", it was just a cat - Harry grabbed the windowsill and breathed a sigh of relief.

He recognized the bottle of brush like tail. It was just crook mountain... Wait, is it just crook mountain?

Harry squinted, his nose pressed against the window glass, and crook Hill seemed to stop.

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

After a while, it appeared: a huge black dog. It was walking secretly on the lawn. Crook mountain was walking quickly next to it.

Harry's eyes widened.

What's the meaning of this? If crook Hill could see the dog, how could it be a harbinger of Harry's death?

"Huh?"

Not yet, when the black dog walked a few steps forward, another figure came out of the forest - it was Maka?

"Ron!" Harry whispered. "Ron! Wake up!"

"Huh?" Ron groaned vaguely in bed.

"Come and see! Come on!" Harry continued.

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

"Come here -"

Harry hurried back to look out of the window, but crook hill and the dog were gone, and even Marca was not there. He climbed to the windowsill and saw the castle in the shadow, but they were not there.

Where did they go?

Then a loud snore from behind told Harry that Ron was asleep again.

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When Harry couldn't find it and finally had to go back to bed, Marca came out at a corner.

"Uncle black, it seems you can't go to see Harry this time," he whispered. "He's awake now!"

Black in Animagus form shook his head and said he had to go back first.

"Take some food back!" said Marca, taking out a cloth bag from her waist. "But I only have dry food on me, so I can make do with it."

Blake nodded in silence, opened his mouth and bit, then turned and ran to the beating willow.

"Crook mountain, what about you?" Marca bent down and picked up the cat.

Crook Hill let out a soft cry in his arms and rubbed Marca's arm with his head, showing a look of intimacy.

Maka thought about it and then took it to the castle.

Before long, he came to the house where he asked for help. After putting down the crook mountain, he took out several thick notebooks - this is his metamorphosis notebooks. In terms of the amount of notes, metamorphosis is undoubtedly the most subject.

All kinds of materials, all kinds of physical and magical properties, require wizards to recite them one by one by memory, which requires extraordinary time and energy.

Today, Maka has made a small success in metamorphosis. But whether to try Animagus deformation is still a big obstacle in his heart.

"In the final analysis, it is still a question of success rate."

Maka casually turned over the notes and looked at them one by one, but she was still thinking about the multiple-choice question.

Suddenly, he slammed his notes shut and said flatly, "forget it, there's not much time left. We can't spend it like this..."

Then he took out a pile of tools and began to draw a rune matrix on the smooth floor.

This time, the rune matrix is very simple, consisting of only dozens of symbols - which is only used to maintain the stability of magic within its range.

After that, Maka took out two more medicine bottles, pulled out the corks and put them at the edge of the rune array, so that she could get them in time in case of any mistake.

When everything was ready, Maka took out her wand and held it in her hand. Then she stood in the middle of the rune array.

The deformation of Animagus needs to be practiced again and again, but what needs to use a magic wand to maintain the stable release of magic is only when you try to deform for the first time.

This is undoubtedly a rather reckless challenge for Maka. Because even with 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..." Marca frowned. "It's a pity that the side effects of Fuling agent are too great. Otherwise, if you can use a bottle, you should improve the success rate."

To put it simply, Animagus deformation is actually a permanent deformation 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 your body and change your physical properties, you can't do it without a certain degree of psychological quality.

But Maka doesn't have any pressure on this.

After squatting down and adding the last stroke to the rune array, he threw away the water filling pen and stepped on the magic input point in the center of the array.

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

Maka closed her eyes and felt it quietly for a moment. Then her eyes suddenly opened, and her right hand resolutely waved a magic wand against the center of her eyebrows.

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

It was a tiny but regular tremor that silently showed Maka's precise control.

As the tremor grew, Maka seemed to melt, and together with her clothes and wand, she made a dusty mud mass.

Moreover, it keeps shrinking, shrinking, shrinking again

Maka, what is this going to be?

When the deformation is not completed, no one can guess. But it's puzzling that the mass of matter is still shrinking - it's going to shrink again!

Finally, the mass had shrunk to about five centimeters in diameter and stopped.

Then, it elongated a little, gradually outlined a delicate shape, and the color began to enrich. When the image became clear, Maka's first Animagus deformation finally succeeded

Maka blinked. She didn't seem to get used to it. She was a little hazy in front of her eyes.

As soon as he took one step, he plumped and fell on the floor - he wanted to hold it with his hands, but he didn't think he could hold it at all in a hurry!

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

In Maka's eyes, the world around him has become extremely huge. The ceiling is as broad as the real sky, and the floor is as boundless as the earth.

Then he twisted his neck and looked at his body. He couldn't help muttering in his heart - what kind of bird is this?