In everyone's memory, there was no match as full of gunpowder as this one.

Even though Malfoy was inexplicably no longer babbling around, the rest of the Slytherin students were still at odds with the Gryffindors.

There were a few small fights in the hallway that turned vicious, with a fourth-year Gryffindor and a sixth-year Slytherin both admitted to the school hospital with leeks sticking out of their ears.

As the days passed, the tension between the two teams and the two houses had reached a point where it was on the verge of erupting.

Harry, in particular, has had a particularly hard time lately.

On his way to class, there were always Slytherins with their legs stretched out and tripped him to the ground; Crabbe and Goyle would follow Harry wherever he went, and when they saw Harry surrounded by people, they looked disappointed and walked away listlessly.

It was about Malfoy who couldn't do it himself, so he secretly asked his followers to look for an opportunity.

Wood had already given the order that Harry must be accompanied wherever he went, in case the Slytherin men kept Harry from playing.

As a result, the entire Gryffindor House enthusiastically accepted the challenge, causing Harry to be always late for class because he always had a large number 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.

While there was certainly anxiety about the Buckbeak case, the noise around was probably the main factor — Fred and George were louder and more pompous than usual in order to relieve the pressure.

"You're going to do well." Hermione had to distract herself by comforting Harry.

"You've got firebolts!" Ron stepped in and said.

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

At this point, Wood suddenly stood up and shouted, "Team, sleep!" ”

Everyone suddenly felt as if they were relieved, and finally another day had passed.

Truth be told, Harry didn't sleep well - he was always having nightmares, and the dreams were all about the game.

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

Harry, who had come to his senses, suddenly felt very thirsty, and he got out of bed as quietly as he could, and poured himself some water from the silver jar under the window.

It was still late at night, and from the window you could see that the moonlight had gilded the silent lawn with a layer of silver. There was not a trace of wind blowing the treetops of the Forbidden Forest tonight, and the beating willow was motionless, looking natural and harmless.

In this way, the conditions of the competition seem to be perfect.

But just as Harry put down the glass and was about to go back to bed 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, and ran back to the window.

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

He looked out the window at the playground again, and after a few moments of hurried searching, he found it.

Now it is quietly moving on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

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

He recognized the brush-like tail, which was nothing more than Crookshan...... Wait, is it just Crook Hill?

Harry squinted, his nose pressed against the windowpane, and Crookshank seemed to stop.

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

After a while, it appeared: a huge black dog that was stealthily walking across the lawn, Crook Hill walking briskly beside it.

Harry's eyes widened.

What does that mean? If Crookshank Hill could see the dog, then how could it be a harbinger of Harry's death?

"Huh?"

Before it was over, when the black dog had not taken a few steps forward, another figure came out of the woods - it was Maca?

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, "Ron! Wake up! ”

"Huh?" Ron grunted in a daze on the bed.

"Come and see! Fast! Harry continued to whisper.

"It's so dark out there, Harry," Ron muttered vaguely, "what are you doing?" ”

"Come here—"

Harry hurriedly looked back out the window, but Crookshank and the dog were gone, not even Maca. He climbed to the ledge and saw the castle in the shadows, but they weren't there either.

Where did they go?

At that moment, a loud snoring from behind him told Harry that Ron was asleep again.

……

When Harry couldn't find him, and finally had to lie back on the bed, Maca came out around the corner.

"Uncle Black, it looks like you won't be able to visit Harry this time," he said softly, "he's awake now!" ”

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

"Bring something to eat!" Maca said, pulling out a cloth bag from her waist, "But I only have dry food on me, so I'll make do to fill my stomach." ”

Blake nodded silently, opened his mouth to bite, and then turned and ran towards the beating willow.

"Crookshan, what about you?" Maca bent down and picked the cat up.

Crookshan screamed softly in his arms, rubbing his head against Maka's arm, revealing an affectionate look.

Maca thought for a moment, then carried it and walked towards the castle.

Not long after, he came to the Room of Request, and after putting down Crook Mountain, he took out several thick notebooks—these were his Transfiguration notes, and in terms of the amount of notes, Transfiguration was undoubtedly the most numerous.

All kinds of materials, all kinds of physical and magical properties, all need to be memorized by the wizard one by one, and the time and effort required are really extraordinary.

To this day, Maca is a little successful in Transfiguration. However, the question of whether or not to try the transformation of Animagus was still a major obstacle in his mind.

"At the end of the day, it's a question of success rate."

Maca casually flipped through the notes, one by one, but she was still thinking about the multiple-choice question.

Suddenly, he slammed his notebook shut and said categorically: "Forget it, time is running out, we can't go on like this......

With that, he pulled out a bunch of tools and began to draw rune arrays on the smooth floor.

This time, the rune array is very simple, consisting of only a few dozen symbols - this is only used to maintain the stability of the mana within its range.

After that, Maca took out two more potion bottles, uncorked them and placed them on the edge of the rune array, so that if something went wrong, she could use them in time.

When everything was ready, Maca took out her wand and held it in her hand, and then stood in the center of the rune array.

The transformation of the Animagus requires practice over and over again, but the only way to maintain a steady release of mana is the first attempt to transform with a wand.

This was undoubtedly a rather reckless challenge for Maca. Because even with all these preparations, the predictable success rate is still less than 70% - in Maca's mind, this is definitely a fairly low reference number.

"I really don't understand, how did those guys succeed...... "Maca frowned, "It's a pity that the side effects of the elixir are too great, otherwise if you can use a bottle, you should be able to improve the success rate." ”

To put it simply, the Animagus Transfiguration is actually a permanent Transfiguration that works 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 and change your physical properties, you can't do it without a certain degree of mental quality.

But on this point, Maca didn't have any pressure.

I saw him crouch down and add the final touch to the rune array, then he put the water injection pen far away and stepped on the magic input point in the center of the array.

Suddenly, the whole room was illuminated by the blue fluorescence that surrounded it.

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

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

It was a tiny, but very regular flutter, that silently demonstrated the precise control of the maca.

As the tremor grewed, the maca melted, and together with her clothes and wand, she gathered into a dusty mass of mud.

And it's shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, shrinking......

What is this going to become, Maca?

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

Eventually, the mass shrunk to a halt when there were only about five centimeters left in diameter.

Immediately afterward, it was slightly elongated, gradually outlining a delicate shape, and the colors began to be richer. When the image became clear, Maca's first transformation of Animagus was finally successful......

Maca blinked, as if she hadn't fully adjusted, and her eyes were a little hazy.

As soon as he took a step, he threw himself on the floor - he wanted to hold it up with his hands, but he didn't think that he couldn't hold it up in a hurry!

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

In Maca's eyes, the world around her became enormous, the ceiling was as vast as the real sky, and the floor was as vast as the earth.

Then he twisted his neck to look at his body, and couldn't help but muttered to himself - what kind of bird is this?