Chapter 218 217: Animagus!
This is really an unexpected change that Ian has.
He could clearly feel his magic was flowing in an unprecedented way, as if he was analyzing some complex structure. Under his magic power, the raven's corpse gradually became secrets, as if it was shrouded in a faint light, thus cracking all the information about the essence of the corpse.
Yes.
Ian could feel his magic being penetrated into the raven's body in an incredible way. The structure of every feather, every bone, every drop of blood, and even every cell appeared clearly in his mind. This feeling seems to have completely excavated the body structure of the raven from the essential level.
During this analysis, Ian's consciousness gradually became blurred. He felt as if he was in a huge vortex, constantly being drawn deeper into places. Everything around it became illusory and unreal, only the raven's corpse and the magic that was analyzing it were real.
Even the memory seems to be being parsed out from the raven's brain.
but.
Only a few fragments.
Various strange images kept popping up in Ian's mind, including scenes of ravens passing through the storm, and the quiet scenes of it perching on the branches.
These scenes flashed quickly in his mind like a revolving lantern, making him feel overwhelmed. Regarding the obscene thing that Merlin avoided, Ian seemed to feel that he could see through its entirety, its body structure, its life essence, all of which were presented to Ian's "seeing".
At this moment, Ian seemed to have become a sophisticated instrument, and the magic was his searchlight, helping him penetrate the material manifestation and fully felt the "existence" of the raven.
He saw how the muscle structures in the raven cleverly supported the take-off posture, and how 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 will eventually flow back, and it is the return of this magic that caused Ian's change, and this magic power quickly merged into his body and soul with the raven's body structure and memory. Merlin had not yet sensed what was going on, and Ian began to grow feathers on his body in an exclaim.
"What the hell!?"
Merlin was also shocked.
"Transformation! I've told you! I'm going to transform!"
Ian's scream brought a little pain.
There is no other reason.
His body is also beginning to twist faster and faster - of course, the poor student may only panic when encountering this situation, but Ian is a legendary wizard who knows magic more than the top student. Because of this, he paniced and realized what was happening to him at the first time.
Animagus transformed.
This is the transformation magic at the top of the pyramid in the transformation technique. There are only seven people of Animagus who have been registered in the 20th century, including Professor McGonagall, the dean of the college.
Of course, there are also illegal Animagus, but the Ministry of Magic has strictly controlled it and requires that all Animagus transformed animals and characteristics must be registered in the Ministry of Magic's Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic. Under normal circumstances, it takes several years to become an Animagus, making a person the most suitable animal. In fact, before the Riddle incident, Ian had been studying Professor McGonagall's notes and hoped to control the magic.
He had even made the full set of preparations, just waiting for himself to complete his practice under the guidance of Professor McGonagall. Ian didn't want to make any attempts before he was sure. After all, when practicing Animagus, people may become obsessed with things and cannot become normal humans.
As a cautious person, Ian never thought that he would be forced to be arranged for such magical deformation without warning, and even skipped the complicated steps necessary to practice Animagus.
"Animagus?" Merlin saw Ian lying on the ground in pain, and his body kept pulling out black feathers. He seemed to finally realize what was happening on Ian.
"I knew there must be pits on the dead bird's corpse!" Merlin, who was a little surprised and puzzled, seemed to have regarded Ian's change as a curse on the raven's corpse.
He tried to help Ian, but the moment his hand touched Ian's body, he felt like he was hit by a shell, and he flew backwards and hit the wall hard.
See.
An invisible force field seemed to appear around Ian. It was not Ian's own magic or ability, but the characteristics of the things he was about to transform.
"Magic creature!"
Ian didn't know whether he should be happy or afraid. He could realize that he was touching Animagus's first taboo, and magical creatures would almost bring unforeseen terrible consequences.
Perhaps the severe pain in his body originated from this. Ian's spine conveyed an unbearable stinging pain in the twisting. The magic power that was originally silent in the depths of the blood vessels climbed wildly along the bone marrow like a vicious snake awakened.
He could clearly feel every nerve ending was screaming, the blood surging under his skin seemed to break through the cage of blood vessels, and the bones all over his body were making a slight cracking sound.
They are rearranged and combined.
In addition to the fact that feathers began to grow, Ian's muscles were also constantly contracting, as if they were adapting to a completely new form. His skin became extremely sensitive, and he could feel every slight flow in the air. His fingers began to become slender and flexible, and his nails gradually became sharp.
Like a raven's claw.
Gradually, his shoulders began to shrink and turned into the strong wings of the raven; his face became flat and his mouth became a sharp beak. This process is both painful and wonderful. Ian can clearly sense the division and reorganization of every cell. Every bone, every muscle, and every drop of blood no longer belong to humans.
In the process, Ian's vision also changed dramatically. The world he saw was no longer the ordinary scene he had before, but became clearer and more vivid.
He could see every gap in the wall and tiny dust floating in the air. The hearing also became extremely sharp, and the slight sounds from afar could be heard.
It can even distinguish the source and direction of different sounds. Even Merlin's breathing sounded several levels, and Merlin's heartbeat could not escape this special hearing.
"Oh my god! I really turned into a bird!"
As the pain gradually subsided, Ian could finally make a sound. He couldn't help but let out an unacceptable moan, his tone was sharp and a bit weird.
certainly.
Merlin, who had finally pulled himself off the wall, had a more strange expression than Ian after hearing Ian's voice. He was stunned in place as if he was struck by lightning.
"This is... a voice that I can't forget!"
His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he looked at Ian, who was gradually becoming stable with horror. I saw that under his gaze, Ian, who turned into a raven, flapped his wings and rushed straight to the ceiling of the palace.
"Bang!"
Very loud noise.
He directly poked a big hole into the extremely precious palace - it was not intentional for Ian, he just wanted to adapt to this strange and inexplicably familiar body.
Who can imagine it?
The wings just flapped, and his whole person, no, the whole bird exploded at a terrible speed, as if he had taken away the stream of light, and everything blocked in front of him seemed to have turned into tofu.
The originally extremely strong palace walls were as fragile as paper under the impact of Ian's powerful force. The bricks and stones and wood were broken and splashed, and a flood of dust rose.
The air was torn under his wings, making a sharp howling sound. Ian's figure flashed through the flying fragments, instantly breaking through the shackles of the palace and flying towards the hazy sky outside the palace. His vision became extremely broad in an instant, and Herheim's palace quickly shrank below him.
It seems to have become a trivial model.
The black and white world unfolds in his vision, like an ancient ink painting. The sky is dark, the earth is pale, everything seems so quiet and desolate.
Ian is adapting to the form.
In the damaged palace, Merlin was facing a great enemy. He was crazy about using his cognition and magic, and began to constantly lay out various powerful magic around his body.
"Tail-taking! This must be a long-planned body-taking! I shouldn't have let him touch the dead bird's corpse!" A judgment that made him feel scared appeared in Merlin's mind.
He looked up at the sky.
His eyes were filled with horror.
"It's a big trouble!"
Merlin is ready to take full advantage at any time.
And his reaction.
It is obviously impossible for the little wizard to realize that the little wizard is still enjoying flying in the sky.
"Is this... the feeling of flying?" An indescribable excitement surged in Ian's heart. Every time his wings swung, he seemed to feel the response from space.
It was like every time I flaunted my wings, it meant that I was performing magic - Ian was enjoying flying, and at this moment, the shadows all over the sky seemed to celebrate him.
The whole of Helheim seemed to be awakened by some kind of force.
Countless dementors carrying stone tablets raised their heads from all directions, and strange lights lit up in their empty eyes. They all crawled on the ground and made shrill screams. The sound echoed throughout Helheim, like a ghost crying and howling. Ian hovered in the dark clouds and looked down at Helheim below. The figures of those dementors seemed extremely small in his vision, but their voices were clearly heard into his ears. There was an indescribable awe and surrender in that voice.
It seemed as if paying tribute to him.
"This... Could it be that my transformation allowed me to inherit some kind of power in the body of the crow?" A hint of surprise flashed in Ian's heart. He could see the dementors on the ground. You can also see the stone tablets on the backs of the dementors tremble slightly, making a low buzzing sound, for the reason unknown.
"This feeling... is so wonderful. I may be the first to have a magic form. No, according to Merlin, it should be Animagus in the form of a god?!"
An indescribable excitement surged in Ian's heart. He could feel that his body had fully adapted to the rhythm of flight, which made him more and more comfortable to fly. A strong impulse suddenly surged into my heart, and the little wizard couldn't help speaking and let out a sharp cry.
"Hehehehehehehe!"
The sound rang through the sky like thunder, spreading rapidly in all directions, instantly spreading throughout Helheim. The strong wind seemed to be fixed in the sound of this cry.
The black and white space and time were rippling, carrying Ian's cry to spread to the outside world. All spaces and worlds involving the underworld seemed to tremble at the same time.
In the blurred illusion.
Pandro is still teaching Ariana's swordsmanship.
He and Ariana both heard the sounds spread all over every inch of the underworld at the same time.
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"Ian's Phoenix?"
Ariana was a little stunned.
glance right and left.
None of them found the source of the sound.
"This day actually came so quickly..." Pandro also raised his head, his eyes as if he was looking at another layer of space, and a few complicated expressions appeared in his eyes.
"What's coming so fast?" Ariana's ears were sharp and she caught Pandro's murmur. She looked at the boy beside her curiously and couldn't help but ask.
Pandro glanced at her.
"Not Ian's Phoenix."
He just responded to Ariana's initial inquiry.
And at this moment.
"This is the king's voice."
Morgan appeared in this town at some point. Her arrival made Pandro unable to help but raise his eyebrows, but there was no nervous look.
"Ms. Morgan."
Ariana first greeted Morgan, and then couldn't help asking curiously, "Why does the king's voice like Ian's phoenix?"
She really finds it very strange and difficult to understand.
"Hahaha."
Morgan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Silly girl, it's not the king and Ian's bird, but Ian's bird and the king. This involves a little-known secret."
She looked at Pandro with a deep meaning. Ian's black phoenix came from Pandro, and Pandro turned around and looked elsewhere as if he didn't notice it.
"It's a deal."
He corrected Morgan's words.
"What transaction?"
Ariana blinked.
Pandro said silently and just whispered, "The voice just now came from the king. He was proclaiming to the world he ruled, and He had regained his power and power."
Pause for a moment.
"I have more."
Pandro added softly.
"Turn your past into your own Animagus, so you have more present and future. Tsk, win three times, this is worthy of..." Morgan's words also came to an abrupt end. Pandro couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. Only Ariana's two eyes were confused and puzzled.
...
Blurred illusion.
Doomsday Crater.
"Mother, what was that movement just now?"
Helena Ravenclaw also turned his head curiously and looked at his mother.
"It's a urging against us."
Royna Ravenclaw responded without raising his head. Under her control, the volcano was like a natural furnace, forging something doomed to be extraordinary.
"We need to speed up."
She stared at the crown that was looming in the volcano and sighed softly.
"Hope is too late."
A low whisper.
Even Helena Ravenclaw didn't hear it.
...
Blurred illusion.
The end of the Black Sea.
The water of the Black Sea surging silently like thick ink, occasionally rippling, but quickly returned to silence. Countless shattered phantoms floated on the sea.
It's like a forgotten soul rising and falling in it.
In the middle of this dead black sea, a mysterious existence shrouded in a black robe stood quietly. His figure merged with the darkness around him, as if he was part of this Black Sea. Under the hood of the black robe, I couldn't see clearly my face, and I could only see the dark eyes as deep as the bottomless abyss.
He looked up slightly.
His eyes penetrated layers of gray fog, and he looked into the distance, and the flying raven reflected in his eyes.
"It appears..."
The mysterious man's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell, his tone was so indifferent that there was no emotion. The dark and slender hands kept stroking the strange creature in his arms - it was a slug with a human face, with pale and sticky skin, and his facial features were twisted and painful.
The slug squirmed slightly in the mysterious man's hands, making a slight hissing sound, as if responding to his whisper, and the mysterious man's fingertips streaked across the slug's mouth.
The next moment.
The slug was taken away from the right to speak out.
"Everything has its own life, why bother to hurry? The bird would not know that all its actions were weaving its own... dusk."
The mysterious man in black robe's voice was low and distant.
The dark tide is flowing.
The Black Sea is surging.
He has sat here since eternity and can see the end of all life.
(This chapter ends)