bdsm-fiction Chapter 218, Section 217: Animagus!
Chapter 218, Section 217: Animagus!
Chapter 218, Section 217: Animagus!
This was truly an unexpected turn of events for Ian.
He could clearly feel his magic flowing in an unprecedented way, as if deciphering some complex structure. Under the influence of his magic, the raven's corpse gradually became devoid of secrets, as if shrouded in a faint light, thus deciphering all the information about the essence of the corpse.
Yes.
Ian could feel his magic penetrating the raven's body in an incredible way. Every feather, every bone, every drop of blood, even the structure of every cell, appeared clearly in his mind. It was as if he had completely unearthed the raven's physical structure from its very essence.
During this analysis, Ian's consciousness gradually blurred. He felt as if he were in a giant vortex, being constantly swept deeper and deeper. Everything around him became illusory and unreal; only the raven's body and the magic that was analyzing it were real.
Even the memories seemed to be being analyzed from the raven's brain.
but.
Only a few fragments.
Strange images kept flashing through Ian's mind: ravens darting through storms, and ravens perched peacefully on tree branches.
These images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, leaving him somewhat overwhelmed. Regarding this ominous presence that Merlin desperately sought to avoid, Ian felt as if he could see through it entirely, its very structure.
Its life essence, all of this was presented before Ian's "eyes" in full view.
At that moment, Ian seemed to become a sophisticated instrument, and magic was his searchlight, helping him to see through the material and fully perceive the raven's "presence".
He observed how the raven's muscular structure ingeniously supported its flight posture, and how its feathers were arranged at specific angles to maximize flight efficiency.
I also saw how those sharp and deep eyes captured the prey in the distance.
"Oh no!"
The magic that flows out always flows back, and it was this return flow that caused Ian's transformation. This magic, carrying the raven's physical structure and memories, rapidly merged into his body and soul. Before Merlin could even perceive what was happening, Ian cried out in surprise as feathers began to grow from his body.
"What the hell!?"
Merlin was also quite startled.
"Transform! I told you! I'm going to transform!"
Ian's exclamation was tinged with pain.
There is no other reason.
His body was also beginning to distort faster and faster—of course, a mediocre student might only panic in this situation, but Ian was a legendary wizard who knew more about magic than a top student. Because of this, in his panic, he immediately realized what was happening to him.
Animagus transformation.
This is the pinnacle of transfiguration magic. Only seven Animagus were registered in the 20th century, including Professor McGonagall, the Dean of the House.
Of course, there are also illegal Animagus, but the Ministry of Magic strictly controls them, requiring all Animagus transformations and characteristics to be registered with the Ministry's Office for the Prevention of Misuse of Magic. Normally, it takes several years to become an Animagus, transforming a person into the animal most suited to them. In fact, before the Riddle incident, Ian had been studying Professor McGonagall's notes in hopes of mastering this magic.
He had even completed all the preparations, just waiting to finish his training under Professor McGonagall's guidance. Ian didn't want to attempt anything before he was confident. After all, when practicing Animagus, one could go astray and become unable to return to normal.
As a cautious person, Ian never imagined that he would be forced into such a magical transformation without warning, even skipping the complicated steps required to train in Animagus.
"Animagus?" Merlin saw Ian lying on the ground in pain, his body constantly pulling out black feathers, and he seemed to finally realize what was happening to Ian.
"I knew there would be a pit on the dead bird's corpse!" Merlin, somewhat doubtful, seemed to think that Ian's change was some kind of curse on the Raven's Door.
He tried to help Ian, but the moment his hand touched Ian's body, he was hit as if by a cannonball and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall.
All I saw was...
An invisible force field seemed to appear around Ian. It was not Ian's own magic or ability, but rather a characteristic of the thing he was about to transform into.
"Magical creature!"
Ian didn't know whether to be happy or afraid. He was aware that he was touching the first taboo of the Animagus, as the transformation of magical creatures almost always brought about unpredictable and terrible consequences.
Perhaps the excruciating pain in his body originated from this. Ian's spine twisted and transmitted an unbearable stinging pain. The magic that had been dormant deep in his blood vessels climbed wildly along his bone marrow like a venomous snake that had been awakened.
He could clearly feel every nerve ending screaming, the blood surging under his skin as if it were about to break through the cage of blood vessels, and the bones all over his body making a slight cracking sound.
They are being rearranged and combined.
Besides the feathers that began to grow on his body, Ian's muscles were also constantly contracting, as if adapting to a completely new form. His skin became unusually sensitive, able to feel every subtle movement in the air. His fingers began to grow long and flexible, and his nails gradually became sharp.
Like the claws of a raven.
Gradually, his shoulders began to shrink, transforming into the strong wings of a raven; his face became flattened.
His mouth had also transformed into a sharp beak. This process was both painful and wondrous; Ian could clearly perceive the division and recombination of every cell, and that every bone, every muscle, and every drop of blood no longer belonged to humankind.
During this process, Ian's vision also underwent a tremendous change. The world he saw was no longer the ordinary scene he had before, but became clearer and more vivid.
He could see every crack and vein in the wall, and even the tiny dust particles floating in the air. His hearing also became exceptionally acute, allowing him to hear faint sounds from afar.
He could even distinguish the source and direction of different sounds. He could even discern several layers in Merlin's breathing, and Merlin's heartbeat did not escape his special hearing.
"Oh my god! I really have turned into a bird!"
As the pain gradually subsided, Ian was finally able to make a sound. He couldn't help but let out a groan that was hard to hear, the tone sharp and somewhat strange.
of course.
Merlin, who had finally managed to pry himself off the wall, had an even stranger expression than Ian when he heard Ian's voice. He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
"This is a voice I can never forget!"
His pupils shrank to pinpoints as he stared in horror at Ian, whose transformation was gradually stabilizing. Under his gaze, Ian, now a raven, flapped his wings and soared towards the palace ceiling.
"!"
A very loud noise.
He pierced a huge hole in the priceless palace—not intentionally, but simply because he wanted to get used to this strange yet inexplicably familiar body.
Who would have thought?
With just a flap of his wings, he, no, the whole bird, burst forth with terrifying speed, like a streak of light, turning everything in his path into tofu dregs.
The once incredibly sturdy palace walls became as fragile as paper under the impact of Ian's immense power. Bricks and wood shattered and flew everywhere, raising clouds of dust.
The air was torn apart beneath his wings, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Ian's figure flashed through the flying debris, instantly breaking free of the palace's constraints and flying towards the gloomy sky outside.
His field of vision suddenly became incredibly wide, and the palace of Helheim rapidly shrank below him.
It seemed to have become an insignificant model.
A black and white world unfolded before his eyes, like an ancient ink painting. The sky was gray.
The earth was pale, and everything seemed so silent and desolate.
Ian is adapting to his form.
Inside the ruined palace, Merlin was on high alert, frantically using his knowledge and magic.
He began to continuously cast various powerful spells around his body.
"Possession! This must be a premeditated possession! I shouldn't have let him touch that dead bird's corpse!" A chilling realization dawned on Merlin's mind.
He looked up at the sky.
His eyes were filled with terror.
"This is a huge problem!"
Merlin was ready to go all out at any time.
And his reaction.
Obviously, the little wizard couldn't possibly be aware of this, as he was still enjoying flying in the sky.
"Is this... what it feels like to fly?" An indescribable excitement welled up in Ian's heart. With each flap of his wings, he seemed to feel a response from space.
Just as each flap of his wings signifies casting a spell—Ian was enjoying the flight.
At that moment, the shadows that filled the sky seemed to be celebrating for him.
The entire city of Helheim seemed to be awakened by some kind of force.
Countless Dementors carrying stone tablets raised their heads from all directions, their empty eye sockets glowing with an eerie light. They all prostrated themselves on the ground, emitting mournful cries.
The sound, like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves, echoed throughout Helheim. Ian circled in the dark clouds, looking down at Helheim. The figures of the Dementors appeared incredibly small in his vision, but their voices reached his ears clearly. There was an indescribable awe and submission in those voices.
It was as if they were paying tribute to him.
"This—could it be that my transformation allowed me to inherit some kind of power from that raven?" A hint of surprise flashed through Ian's mind. He could see the Dementors on the ground. He could also see the stone tablets on the Dementors' backs trembling slightly, emitting a low humming sound, the reason for which was unknown.
"This feeling is amazing! I might be the first Animagus to possess a magical form—no, according to Merlin, a divine form?!"
An indescribable excitement welled up within Ian. He could feel his body had fully adapted to the rhythm of flight, making it increasingly easy for him to fly. A strong urge suddenly surged within him, and the little wizard couldn't help but let out a sharp cry.
"Hehehe!"
The sound, like thunder, resounded through the sky and spread rapidly in all directions, instantly reaching the entire Helheim. The gale seemed to freeze in the midst of this cry.
Ripples spread across the black and white space-time, carrying Ian's cries outwards to the outside world, and all spaces and worlds in the Underworld seemed to tremble at the same time.
In a hazy, dreamlike world.
Pandro was still teaching Ariana swordsmanship. Both he and Ariana heard the sounds that permeated every corner of the Underworld.
"Ian's Phoenix?"
Ariana was somewhat taken aback.
glance right and left.
The source of the sound could not be found.
"This day has come so quickly—." Pandro raised his head, his gaze seemingly looking at another level of space, a complex expression appearing in his eyes.
"What arrived so quickly?" Ariana, with her sharp ears, caught Pandro's murmur and looked curiously at the boy beside her, unable to resist asking.
Pandro glanced at her.
"Not Ian's phoenix."
He was simply responding to Ariana's initial question.
And at that very moment.
"That's the king's voice."
Morgan appeared in the town at some point, and her arrival made Pandro raise an eyebrow, but he didn't seem nervous at all.
"Ms. Morgan."
Ariana greeted Morgan first, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why does the King's voice sound like Ian's phoenix, always 'hehehehehe'?"
She genuinely found it very strange and hard to understand.
"Hahaha."
Morgan burst into laughter upon hearing this. "Silly girl, it's not that the king and Ian's bird are the same, it's that Ian's bird and the king are the same. This involves a little-known secret."
She gave Pendro a meaningful look; Ian's black phoenix came from Pendro, but Pendro turned his head away as if he hadn't noticed.
"It's a deal."
He corrected Morgan's choice of words.
"What kind of deal?"
Ariana blinked.
Pandro remained silent, only saying in a low voice, "The voice just now came from the king, announcing to the world he rules that he has reclaimed his power and authority."
There was a pause.
"And we have even more."
Pandro added softly.
"By turning one's past into one's Animagus, one gains both the present and the future. Wow, a win-win-win situation. This is truly worthy of the name —" Morgan's words abruptly ended there. Pandro couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this, while only Ariana's two beady eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
A dreamlike illusion.
Doomsday Volcano.
"Mother, what was that noise just now?"
Helena Ravenclaw also turned to look at her mother with curiosity.
"It's a call to action directed at us."
Rowena Ravenclaw responded without looking up; the volcano, under her control, was like a natural furnace, forging something destined to be extraordinary.
"We need to speed things up."
She stared at the faintly visible crown within the volcano and sighed softly.
"Hopefully it's not too late."
A soft murmur.
Even Helena Ravenclaw didn't hear it.
A dreamlike illusion.
The end of the Black Sea.
The Black Sea's waters surged silently like thick ink, occasionally rippling but quickly returning to stillness. Countless fragmented illusions floated on the surface.
It's like a forgotten soul adrift within it.
In the middle of this desolate Black Sea, a mysterious being shrouded in a black robe stood silently.
His figure blended into the surrounding darkness, as if he himself were part of this black sea. Beneath the hood of his black robe, his face was obscured, only his dark eyes, as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless abyss, were visible.
He raised his head slightly.
His gaze pierced through layers of gray fog, looking into the distance, where the reflection of flying ravens shone in his eyes.
"It's here—"
The mysterious man's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell. His tone was indifferent and devoid of any emotion. His long, dark hands kept stroking the strange creature in his arms—a slug with a human face, its skin pale and sticky, its facial features twisted and painful.
The slug wriggled slightly in the mysterious man's hand, making a soft hissing sound as if responding to his whispers. The mysterious man's fingertips brushed across the slug's mouth.
next moment.
The slug was deprived of its right to speak.
"Everything has its end, why rush? That bird doesn't know that all its actions are weaving its own twilight."
The mysterious man in black robes spoke in a deep and resonant voice.
The Kuroshio Current is flowing.
The Black Sea is churning.
He has sat in this place since time immemorial, and can see the end of all life.