[{"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-224":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},2320929,4539,"Chapter 224","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-224",224,"\u003Cp>Hot Recommendations:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen again placed one of his hairs into the crystal vial, as Professor McGonagall instructed; then, she provided dew collected from a place untouched by sunlight or human contact for seven full days, and Allen took a teaspoon of it and added it to the vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then raised the vial, allowing the mandrake leaf, fully reacted with saliva, to receive pure moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mandrake leaf unfurled within the vial, emitting a soft glow under the moonlight until the entire leaf shone brightly, at which point Professor McGonagall reminded Allen to proceed to the next step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final step was to place the pupa of the Death’s-head Hawkmoth into the small crystal vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s hands trembled slightly, but he completed everything swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall instructed Allen to seal the stopper and hide the vial in a quiet, dark place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The crystal vial must remain completely undisturbed and untouched by sunlight; exposure to sunlight will cause the most catastrophic mutation. Do not look at it or disturb it again until the next thunderstorm arrives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen looked at the large tree before him—it was the most suitable place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suggest you bury it deep, so wild animals don’t dig it up,” Professor McGonagall said, her gaze flicking over the kneazle on Mr. Scamander’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kneazle had watched the entire process; its small black eyes spun restlessly, as if calculating the moment to dig up the crystal vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Scamander sensed Professor McGonagall’s concern. “I will keep a close eye on Peeper,” he said seriously, grabbing the kneazle Peeper and shoving it into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s truly magical! This is my first time witnessing the Animagus ritual.” Mrs. Scamander exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mine too. The process is truly thrilling,” Mr. Scamander said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen did not join their conversation; he was focused entirely on digging a hole at the base of the tree. He dug it deep, placed the tightly sealed crystal vial inside, and carefully covered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present watched as Allen completed this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The most difficult part of the ritual is now over; what remains is endurance and waiting for fate’s choice,” Professor McGonagall said, now visibly more relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, though you already know, I must repeat: for the coming period, at every sunrise and sunset, you must perform the following—point the tip of your wand at your heart and chant: ‘Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If all goes well, at some moment, as you chant the incantation and the wand tip touches your chest, you will feel a second heartbeat—sometimes stronger than your own, sometimes weaker, accompanied by palpitations and unease. This is normal. You must complete the chant every time without fail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you sense the second heartbeat, inform me immediately,” Professor McGonagall emphasized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen nodded solemnly; he had committed every word of Professor McGonagall’s instructions to memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are so close to success. I do not want you to fail,” Professor McGonagall said, patting Allen’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she cast wards and protective charms around the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished, Professor McGonagall turned again to Mr. Scamander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you once again for your assistance, Mr. Scamander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor McGonagall, you’re too kind. I should be thanking you for letting us witness the Animagus ritual. Besides, I’ve always liked this boy,” Mr. Scamander said with a mischievous wink at Allen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is one more thing I wish to ask of you,” Professor McGonagall continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The next phase of the ritual coincides with the next thunderstorm. I know your Thunderbird can summon storms and lightning—could you make the storm arrive earlier?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>»\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Earlier, I asked you to bring the storm to the estate sooner because tonight’s ritual required the full moon’s light. But the next phase requires a thunderstorm. I fear an unnatural storm might interfere with Allen’s ritual, so I beg you to restrain your Thunderbird for the coming days.” Professor McGonagall had clearly thought deeply about Allen’s ritual—she had considered every factor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! It’s no trouble at all!” Mr. Scamander agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go rest now,” Professor McGonagall said gently, looking at Allen’s exhausted face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you all for your help,” Allen replied wearily—he had barely slept in days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to the estate under the cover of night. Allen finally relaxed completely, went to his room, and fell into a deep sleep the moment his head touched the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Allen was woken by his alarm—dawn had not yet broken. He yawned as he rose, feeling less tired than before, yet still reluctant to open his eyes. He closed his eyes and fumbled to dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped quietly down the stairs, crossed the parlor, and stood on the white stone steps before the small house. The air at dawn was cool; the first light of morning glowed faintly, and a thin winter mist drifted through the estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morning!” It was Mr. Scamander’s voice—he was fully dressed, inspecting the magical creatures on the estate. “I was about to wake you if you hadn’t risen by the time I finished my rounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morning!” Allen was now fully awake. “You’re up so early?” He immediately felt a jolt—then realized: the leaf in his mouth had been removed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old age means less sleep,” Mr. Scamander said cheerfully. “Unlike you young ones—you can eat and sleep like dragons.” There was a hint of envy in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t know how to continue the conversation, so he changed the subject. “I must continue the ritual. Please excuse me for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Scamander waved him off casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen found an open space, bathed in the faint golden sunlight, drew his wand, pointed its tip at his heart, and chanted loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus—Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus—Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated it three times in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never realized speaking aloud could feel so wonderful—his voice rolled outward like crashing waves, merging with the dawn’s glow.\u003C\u002Fp>",979,"2026-06-20T16:09:24.693Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","578e1acef6538bf9b276686e0e140cf45089c844db60007aa98f05cbf31759ae","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-225","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-223",284,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]