"I went through the forbidden books in Headmaster Durmstrang's office and found information about the Eye of Rivik in the collection of stories you read before. I found out that the founder of Durmstrang, the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova, who was also the first headmaster of Durmstrang, died mysteriously less than a year after receiving the Eye of Rivik from Harfang Monte. Harfang Monte then became the second headmaster. According to the records of Hogwarts' magical history, he was described as a wizard who 'pretended to be loyal or had ulterior motives.' He emphasized the importance of duels and various forms of War Magic, and Durmstrang became famous because of this. To this day, these contents are still an important part of Demstrand's curriculum. His descendant, Carson Monte, is now Demstrand's dueling professor. "
Allen talked to Luna, who was lying on the sofa with him and reading a book. "In the hundreds of years that followed, the Eye of Rivik occasionally appeared like a meteor, and one of the victims happened to have the surname Monte. It seems that this thing is related to their family. Unfortunately, this thing seems to be cursed, and those who got it did not end well. Many wizards in their family were known as geniuses but died young. I guess this thing has something to do with it. "
After hearing these findings, Luna stretched her legs and turned to a new page. "I'm more interested in the floating city in that book. What did you find about it?" Luna asked. She stretched her legs and then turned to a new page.
"No, but before I went back to England, I found a musical spell invented by an Austrian-born headmaster Demstrand from Vienna in Kakarov's library." After that, Allen pushed Luna's leg away and stood up. "He invented the spell because he thought that 'the Muggle people are creating something they call Viennese classical music, which is more beautiful than we can imagine.' I think so too."
Allen stood up and shook his wand to the rhythm of the fantasy. In the bookcase in the corner, some books began to come off the hook. Their pages slowly rose and spun around Luna, hitting each other and creating high and low notes in the air.
A piece of paper flew in front of Luna. She took off the blanket covering her body on the sofa, straightened her back, and grabbed it with great interest.
Allen continued to wave his wand, and all the pages in the air whirled and spun rapidly, creating a wind and a more intense melody. The piece of paper in Luna's hand struggled to join its friends. Allen whispered a spell, and the piece of paper broke free from Luna's hand. It twisted and flew into the center of the spell.
After the blonde boy finished playing the last syllable, all the pieces of paper returned to their original position and were once again bound into a book. Only the piece of paper that Luna had just pinched was left behind. She twisted it into a paper rose and hung it in front of Luna.
"I learned the spell from the old professor who committed suicide a few days ago." Luna jumped off the sofa, picked up the paper flower, and put it in her hair. "This spell is actually a special flame spell used during the coldest time in Demstrand. The blue flame that you brought back to the library from Newmungaard should be a modification of this heating spell by Grindelwald."
She took Allen's hand that was holding the wand and held it naturally. Then she began to wave it. Reddish-yellow flames spewed out from the tip of the wand. Luna stuck close to Allen and spun in a circle to the rhythm of the waltz. She controlled the flames to form a circle and crackled as they jumped. The music that Allen had just played sounded again from the flames. As the tongues of the flames tightened, spun, exploded, and stretched out again, bringing a warm wind to Allen's cheeks. Allen noticed that the flames were completely harmless to the furniture. He tried to put his hand into the flames, and the warmth that flowed from his palm was so comfortable that he let out a hum.
"This is a new thing that we created using these two spells." Allen smiled and held Luna's hand tightly. "It's beautiful beyond the imagination of wizards and Muggle."
At this moment, the discordant knocking on the door was heard. Wolf Mother's slightly hoarse voice sounded. "Master Allen, Draco is here. Do you want to see him?"
A few minutes later, in their residence, Luna had returned to the sofa and flipped through a book. Allen, who was interrupted and looked serious, sat on the other side. He faced all the members of the Umbrella Team and Draco, who had asked to see him.
"Allen, I have already sensed the second heart." Draco did not hide his situation. He was a little proud and a little nervous. He never thought that even compared to Allen's elite subordinates, he would be the one with the fastest progress. "Now, as long as the thunderbird creates a storm, I can proceed to the next step. But … "
"Kid, you're not scared, are you?" The Doctor provoked. She usually flaunted herself as the best of the best, but her progress had actually lost to a school student. Although the other members of the Umbrella Team did not speak, whether it was Wolf Mother's action of crossing her arms, or the cold gaze of Four-eyed, or even Long-eyed, who was usually very amiable, the corners of his mouth were always maintained at an angle indicating their attitude. They all wanted to see what the Malfoy was capable of.
"Draco was exposed to Animagus transformation much earlier than you in the training class. You adults should not show such a sour face to a child." Allen shook his head. He knew the anxiety and pressure of the Umbrella Team members. During this period of time, these arrogant people had indeed suffered a big blow. Although this was a good thing, he did not want them to lose the pride and confidence that they should have as his subordinates.
Originally, Draco was hesitant to continue. The painful experience of becoming a stoat made him a little conflicted. But now, he was sensitively aware of the attitude of the Umbrella Team members. The pride of being a pureblood rushed to his heart. He was determined to succeed in becoming an Animagus. He absolutely could not lose face for the Malfoy family.
Allen, who used Telepathy to sense his thoughts, raised his eyebrows and deliberately asked, "If you don't have enough determination, it's better not to try. Otherwise, during the transformation of Animagus, you may end up with unpredictable effects due to interrupting halfway, or even permanently becoming a half-human half-beast."
"Of course not." Draco decisively denied. He originally wanted to tell Allen that he was afraid of becoming a stoat, but when he raised his head and saw the curious gaze of the fat guy in the Umbrella Team unscrupulously sizing him up, he was even more determined to succeed in his transformation. "I'm ready."
"Including me, there are only eight registered Animagus in the 20th century." Allen nodded. "If you succeed, I'll immediately bring you back to England and let you become the ninth person."
Draco heard this and calmed down. Thinking of the honor he was about to receive, he nodded happily. "Then I'll keep my promise. I'm ready."
Allen felt a little amused as he felt the change in mood. He opened the window and whistled outside. The thunderbird, Cotton, that Hermione had lent to him, flew down from the roof. Although it was still young, the thunderbird was almost the size of an albatross. Its head affectionately touched Allen's cheek, and then it spread its wings and flew into the sky. It flapped its three pairs of powerful wings, and in the blink of an eye, the clear sky was completely covered. A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and a storm suddenly arrived. However, because the weather was too cold, it turned into boiling snowflakes in midair. They drifted down between the heavens and the earth, enveloping everything and turning into a gloomy and white world.
Draco hurried back to the house and pulled open the cabinet where the son of Vice-Principal Monte had been hiding. There were many small boxes neatly arranged inside. Draco's hand touched the box with his label.
Taking out the small medicine bottle that belonged to him, Draco found that the leaves of the Mandrake grass, saliva, hair, dew that had not been exposed to sunlight for a whole seven days, and the chrysalis of the Ghostface Moth that were originally filled with the gray potion had now turned into a mouthful of red potion, which meant that the potion was successfully made. He put the medicine bottle into his pocket and walked to the back garden.
"Move, make sure that no one disturbs his transformation." Wolf Mother made a gesture, and the members of the Umbrella Team looked serious and quickly spread out in all directions. Victor's figure disappeared from the living room in an instant. Long-eye and Fatty guarded the door, the doctor's figure appeared on the garden wall, while Wolf Mother and Four-eyes spread out on the roof, watching Malfoy's movements in the garden at all times. In fact, they really wanted to witness the Animagus' transformation with their own eyes. It would be beneficial for them when they transformed in the future.
Allen observed Draco's situation through the window in the room. The snow was so heavy outside, and the weather was so cold that he didn't want to wet his hair and clothes. He planned to continue to rest on the sofa after everything was done.
Draco pointed the tip of his wand at his heart and said, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus." Then, he took out the small medicine bottle that he had just taken out from his pocket, composed himself, and drank the red potion in the bottle in one gulp.
Soon, Draco felt an intense pain. This pain made him want to crush his chest and roll on the ground crazily. Two intense heartbeats crisscrossed in his chest, and the chaotic rhythm made Draco tremble all over. His face was pale, and his lips were bitten. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but Draco, who was in pain, seemed to use all his strength to maintain his pride as a pureblood. He didn't have the energy to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
A stoat appeared in Draco's mind. The appearance was engraved in his bones. It was the appearance that he had been turned into by the fake Moody. Then, he couldn't help but think of the black and white penguin that Allen had turned into by the fake Moody and the feces that it had shot into Weasley's mouth. Then, he thought of the tragic incident when he and Weasley had beaten up Liu Mi Dao during their third year … When white hair appeared on his arm, he couldn't let his imagination run wild anymore. Draco couldn't even care about the pain in his body. He desperately resisted in his mind. I don't want to become a stoat, I don't want to become a stoat …
The pure white animal suddenly turned black and kept changing its shape. Draco finally turned into a black and white animal. Malfoy was not afraid at this moment. It was happy that it was not a stoat! So, he tried to focus and speed up the process.
His body gradually shrank, and he seemed to hear the sound of his bones being squeezed. He felt the stinging pain of his clothes melting into his skin. This discomfort made the fear of flying away come rushing back like a tidal wave. His thoughts were in a mess.
Finally, the torturous pain disappeared. He moved his hand, and a sharp black claw moved with it. He turned his head left and right to size up his body. He succeeded, but the little flame of joy in Draco's heart was extinguished as soon as it rose. He found that the surrounding members of the Umbrella Squad saw their Animagus and immediately dispersed. Even Allen, who was in the room, could not help but pull Luna back two steps and quickly closed the window.
Then, Draco saw the reflection of his Animagus in the frozen pool in the garden. He turned into a skunk, the kind of skunk that would spurt a stinky liquid from its buttocks under its tail. Then, the knowledge that the liquid would cause temporary blindness and its strong stench could be smelled within about 800 meters clearly emerged in Draco's mind.
Even though the black and white skunk Draco turned into looked cute, the white hair on its head was in the same direction as Malfoy's human form. Its eyes were wide open, exactly the same as Draco's goldfish eyes, but this time, its eyes were full of despair and fear.
Luna tilted her body and asked Allen in confusion, "Why did he want to hit Liu Midao when he transformed into an Animagus for the first time?"
Allen shrugged. "I don't know, but I think he doesn't want to be the ninth Animagus registered in the 20th century. He wants to wait for the others to complete the transformation and accompany him to register so that his Animagus, which is more special than me, will not be so conspicuous."
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