Chapter 150: Becoming Light

"Captain Mary, the Grand Canyon is ahead." Outside the Grand Canyon of Colorado, six or seven American Aurors dressed as Muggles rode on broomsticks, moving quickly.

"Maintain vigilance! We are facing an international wanted criminal, be careful!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Several team members replied.

Suddenly someone pointed ahead, "Didn't the Muggle weather forecast say it was cloudless today? What is that?"

In the distance, black clouds gathered, circling in the air like a funnel, forming a cloud pillar that reached the sky and the earth.

"I've never seen such clouds!"

There was something strange. Mary frowned, "Go! Let's go see!"

Pain.

Anger.

Death.

No, I won't die!

Suddenly, in the madness, a trace of clarity emerged.

Countless images, information, knowledge, words, emotions, concepts flashed through his mind, like angry flames, destroying all logical networks.

Thunderbird.

Raven.

Dittany Promoting Factor.

Petrification Potion.

Mandrake juice...

So that's it, Mandrake juice...

Saliva, lightning, mutation...

Animagus!

Mandrake juice is a component of Animagus potion, but it should only eliminate petrification...

But Dittany Promoting Factor activated the cells, stimulated the magic power, making them in an extremely active state...

Lightning is the drumbeat of transformation...

Semi-finished magic potion...

The most terrifying mutation...

Dittany Promoting Factor accelerated the mutation, making him turn into a deformed monster with crazy proliferation of various tissues...

He will exhaust all magic power and become a lump of meat and bone...

I will die...

No!

Live!

Don't die!

Live, live, live, live!

At all costs...

I want to live!

Around the giant black-winged monster, the crows cawed.

"Caw! He killed the divine bird..."

"Caw! We should honor him as king."

"Coo! But he seems to be dead..."

"Caw-caw! He is already dead!" Coo-ga-ji was a bit gloating, "Moga is dead! Bugs are delicious! He is dead, let's go!"

Miss Coo-coo-coo went up and bit again, "You are the one who is dead, get lost! Moga is not dead! He won't die! He is the strongest good bird!"

Suddenly, the mountain-like black-winged monster twitched. An intestinal tract that grew horizontally on its back was torn off, but a bird beak grew out in that blood.

"A, ga, gong..."

A dull sound came from that cumbersome and terrifying meat mountain.

The sound gradually grew louder, mixed with countless hoarse roars and wails, becoming more and more ear-piercing, more and more high-pitched.

Gradually, the crows all heard the sound.

"Amato, Animo, Animato, Animagus..."

"Amato, Animo, Animato, Animagus..."

"Amato, Animo, Animato, Animagus..."

The sound trembled in the void, seeming to ring in the mind of every crow, making their souls sway along with it.

Suddenly, with a "Caw!", a crow of the Coo-ga-ga clan called out, joined the chanting sound in its own language, and then spread its wings and flew, circling around the body of the black-winged monster, spiraling upward.

Then another crow followed and flew up.

Whoosh, all the crows circled and flew up, forming a black tornado in mid-air around Murphy.

Wind and thunder gathered in mid-air, dark clouds rose suddenly, piling up like mountains. Suddenly, the black clouds were disturbed by the crow flock, gradually turning into a vortex, winding down from the high sky, like a giant pillar, running through the sky and the earth.

The chanting of the crow flock merged with the sound, forming a grand chorus.

"Amato, Animo, Animato, Animagus..."

"Amato, Animo, Animato, Animagus..."

Arriving nearby, Mary realized the vastness of the cloud pillar. The tornado was hundreds of meters thick, whipping the earth wantonly like a god's whip.

"What is this sound?" Someone suddenly said.

In the deafening wind, they heard a grand chorus, which seemed to be a spell.

Then, they saw the scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Thousands of crows were flying outside the tornado. Their cawing formed the accompaniment of the chorus. The crow flock seemed to be divided into several torrents, circling the tornado, forming a cycle that repeated itself, like an eternal upward staircase.

Suddenly, a dazzling flash burst out from the tornado. It was a huge lightning bolt, striking the ground directly from the high sky.

"Boom!"

At the moment the electric light lit up, they also saw the huge figure in the tornado.

Wings on the back, bird head and human body.

That figure, like an ancient god, slowly stood up. Lightning struck him one after another, forming a dense and terrifying thunderstorm. Then, as if it could not withstand the power of the lightning, it curled up its wings and turned itself into a huge egg.

"Amato, Animo, Animato, Animagus..."

Murphy didn't notice anything happening outside at all. In front of him was pitch black, empty.

A huge brain was growing and expanding in the center of the storm. Every second, billions of neurons were generated, and every second, tens of billions of synaptic connections were established.

Relying on the violent catalysis of Dittany Promoting Factor, Murphy built an unprecedented super brain.

At the same time, Comprehensive Recall, like a powerful data mining machine, dug deep into all scenes connected to it from any subtle memory link.

In his consciousness, all memories emerged. He wandered in them, as if reliving his life.

Such violent data mining would naturally bring huge losses. Every second, this super brain had hundreds of millions of neurons withered and died due to overload.

But Murphy didn't care.

He searched all the information he knew, calculating all possible paths...

"Animagus transformation is a ritual..."

"We can see it as a process of praying and wishing to a manager of magic—called 'Magic Net' by the Spell Research Group..."

"It is very simple to become an Advanced Animagus, just mix some genes of the animal you want to become during the formation of the potion. This mixture will cause the mutation of the potion..."

"Dittany Promoting Factor..."

"Some steps in the ritual have no substantial effect, but cannot be omitted..."

"To break this 'convention', you need enough willpower, and enough skill..."

Gradually, the train of thought became clear.

The facts were already clear.

Dittany Promoting Factor activated Mandrake juice, accelerating it into the ritual of Animagus potion.

Then, the blood, venom, and body tissues of the Thunderbird and Basilisk, as well as the effect of lightning, triggered the violent mutation of the potion.

Thus, he began the simultaneous transformation into Magical Animagus and Dual Magus—Thunderbird, Basilisk...

Stopping the transformation was already impossible.

To survive, the transformation must succeed.

First, use the voice he had used on Kingsley before to summon the crow flock to join this ritual.

Second, build the stable biological form that could survive with the super brain.

Finally, guide his own will with spells to promote the transformation toward that form...

The biggest difficulty is: usually, the transformation of Animagus takes at least one or two months or even half a year or a year. In such a long time, it is enough for the wizard to clarify his own train of thought in constant prayer, reach a consensus with the "Magic Net", and form a stable Animagus form.

But, he didn't have a month.

He didn't even have an hour!

The magic power of Dittany Promoting Factor has a limit. Once its effect stops, the Animagus transformation enters the final stage.

From taking Dittany Promoting Factor to now, ten minutes have passed. It is impossible for him to have another ten minutes!

He constantly urged the giant brain, thinking desperately, faster, faster...

Suddenly, violent electric light surged, burning hundreds of thousands of neural links while being keenly captured by him. He grasped that moment, and then understood that moment in three microseconds.

While those nerves were burned into charcoal, a complex electric field network was established. It replicated the structure of neurons, but replaced the inefficient biological matrix with an electromagnetic field, forming an electromagnetic neural network in a few milliseconds.

Its neural signal transmission speed is: 300,000 kilometers per second.

The burned neural network did not regenerate.

The magic effect of Dittany Promoting Factor is about to disappear.

How much time is left?

Three minutes?

One minute?

Or ten seconds?

Or, only one second left?

No time to hesitate.

In an instant, electric light swept across the entire giant brain, burning 90% of the cortex in one microsecond.

This is the power of the Thunderbird, now temporarily used by him.

The remaining time is 5 microseconds.

But now, he can think at the speed of light.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 151 =====