[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts":3,"chapter-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Transfiguration Master of Hogwarts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2320716,4539,"Chapter 11: Anomaly","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>Allen felt he had dreamed a long, long dream—in it, he grew a pair of pure white wings and flew freely through the sky, but because he flew too high, his wings melted, and he began to plummet, falling endlessly, until he woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waking, Allen found himself lying face-down on his bed; he kept his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of freedom from the dream, unwilling to return to reality, but then he sensed something was off about his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes and first saw his hand resting on his wand, which lay on the bedside table, but he didn’t bother to secure his most precious possession—he felt something new on his back, something vast, and he could vaguely sense its size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could I have randomly grown some organ so large it’s hanging from my head down to my back?” Allen thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he grew more alert, he quickly realized something was wrong—he felt a pair of limbs had appeared on his back, and his mind could control them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cautiously commanded the limbs behind him to open, then reached up to check his head—but he froze immediately, for he saw a pair of wings slowly unfolding behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Allen, with all his experience, was stunned by the wings; when startled, people often react instinctively—and his wings snapped open with a rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wingspan was wide—that was Allen’s first thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a crackling sound: his wings had pierced the deep red flannel curtain, knocking over other students’ belongings, which scattered across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise woke his roommates, who stared in shock at the enormous wings; Ron screamed in fright. Harry was the first to calm down—he bravely pulled back Allen’s curtain and asked, “Allen, are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine. I don’t feel anything unusual,” Allen replied, his voice muffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville said nervously, “What’s going on? Yesterday we were talking about flying, and today you’ve grown wings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know either, but now isn’t the time to discuss it. I can’t assess my condition myself—someone please go get the prefect.” Allen quickly regained his composure; months of randomly growing bizarre organs had made him experienced—this pair of wings was still within his understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go—Percy’s my brother,” Ron said, then dashed out of the dormitory barefoot, still wearing no socks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Ron returned with the prefect, Percy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy was also stunned by the enormous wings and stood speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prefect, I feel no discomfort, but I’d better be taken to Madam Pomfrey right away. My talent may have undergone an anomaly—I don’t know what will happen next,” Allen said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, please notify Professor McGonagall—and perhaps Professor Dumbledore as well,” Allen added, then began changing clothes to prepare to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy led Allen to the school infirmary, while Hedwig, who had flown in early to peck at the window for food, was pressed into service—Percy sent her off with a letter to Professor McGonagall explaining the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, early-rising Hogwarts staff and students were stunned, all eager to come close and touch Allen’s wings. But Percy blocked them all, forcing them to trail behind and watch—sure enough, the human urge to gawk held true even for wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Allen have the chance to fully unfold his wings and examine them: the wingspan seemed over five meters, making Allen appear even smaller, and their color was pure white, without a single speck of discoloration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this color, Allen couldn’t help but recall the wings made by Gong Shou Geng—though those had been slightly larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wings weren’t heavy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even quite light—but their size created too much drag when spread, making walking difficult; yet folding them wasn’t easy either, for when folded, they dragged on the ground if Allen walked upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, Allen felt it was improper for such pristine white wings to drag on the floor, but if he wanted to walk without dragging them, he had to hunch over, stick his rear out, and angle the folded wings sharply upward—this was both undignified and exhausting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After trying to walk like this for a few steps, Allen suddenly realized: isn’t this exactly how birds walk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But walking like that was still tiring, so he tried to keep his wings partially raised, avoiding contact with Hogwarts’ flowers and plants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Allen struggled to reach the infirmary, where Professor McGonagall had also arrived. Madam Pomfrey demonstrated exceptional professionalism—facing such an odd sight, she remained calm and conducted her examination normally. Professor McGonagall, meanwhile, kept studying Allen’s wings, her eyes gleaming with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a period of questioning and examination, Madam Pomfrey delivered her final diagnosis: Allen had no medical issues, but for safety’s sake, he should drink a potion to boost his stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then forced him to drink a dark brown potion. Allen swallowed it and immediately felt a foul taste lingering in his mouth—he began to suspect the potion had spoiled—when suddenly, heat surged from his stomach, raced upward to his forehead, and blasted out of his ears in two streams of white smoke like a train whistle. At once, a surge of strength filled his body, wiping away all fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must see Professor Dumbledore,” Professor McGonagall told Allen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She led him to the headmaster’s office. “Chocolate frog,” she said, and the door opened. They climbed a long staircase and entered the office, filled with books and alchemical artifacts, the walls lined with portraits of past headmasters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one side of the desk, a phoenix rested with closed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Dumbledore, dressed in his nightgown, was bent over the Daily Prophet. The office was utterly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Professor Dumbledore!” Professor McGonagall greeted him. As she spoke, the room suddenly came alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portraits of headmasters opened their eyes, stared at Allen, pointed, and whispered among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One portrait, especially dramatic, cried out, “Ha! What do I see? A bird-man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen did his best to ignore the portraits and bowed to Professor Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Professor Dumbledore raised his head. His appearance was unlike any ordinary man: silver-white beard trailing to his chest, his robes disheveled, and half-moon spectacles perched on his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of that compared to his eyes—bright, vivid blue irises that seemed to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, ah! Mr. Finis,” Professor Dumbledore rose and strode forward with surprising agility. “I already know your situation—I’ve been waiting for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen shook the headmaster’s hand with some stiffness. For all his power, the greatest White Wizard still unnerved Allen—what the Sorting Hat couldn’t do, Dumbledore might well accomplish. 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