Chapter 226: 36

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In the afternoon, dark clouds began to multiply, black and heavy, covering the entire sky.

Professor McGonagall arrived near the end of the afternoon; surprisingly, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick came with her.

"I must come to witness this moment; you know, the chance to witness a wizard becoming an Animagus is very rare," Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice.

Professor Dumbledore embraced Mr. Scamander immediately, showing they were quite familiar.

However, they did not linger on catching up, because the wind had already started outside the window.

Everyone focused their attention on Allen.

"Do not be nervous, child; believe in yourself. You are the most suitable person to become an Animagus," Professor McGonagall said to Allen in a gentle tone; she seemed even more nervous than Allen.

When the moment arrived, Allen was not nervous at all; he smiled calmly at everyone.

He checked the time and found it was again the time for the second daily incantation, so he calmly pointed the tip of his wand at his heart and recited the spell three times.

After all this, the storm outside finally began; the wind howled fiercely, and rain poured down.

Allen stood up and walked out of the house without a word; everyone hurriedly followed. Thunderbird Frank circled above them, and the raging wind and rain around them actually parted to avoid them.

They soon reached the large tree by the seaside. The sea was like boiling water, raising huge waves under the fierce wind, which crashed violently against the cliff.

"You may begin!"

Professor McGonagall said the moment the first lightning bolt tore through the sky.

Allen stumbled out of Thunderbird Frank's control range; the rain drenched him instantly, but he seemed unaware of it. In the blink of an eye, he reached the foot of the large tree.

The wind and rain grew even fiercer; some raindrops broke through Thunderbird's control and splashed onto Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall gripped her wand tightly with both hands. Rain blown by the wind wet her hair and ran down her pale face; her finger joints turned white from gripping so hard.

"He will be fine," she murmured.

Professor Dumbledore gazed at Allen in the wind and rain. The storm and darkness did not block his view; against a gray-white background, that small figure was kneeling under the large tree...

A flash of lightning illuminated the faces of everyone present in the darkness; everyone's face was solemn.

The rain in February was still very cold, but Allen was not affected by the chill at all; he felt as if an extra heart had appeared in his chest, constantly pumping blood to warm his whole body.

Torrential rain continuously beat against his body, and the crashing waves beside him struck the cliff, making a huge noise, but none of this could affect him in the slightest.

He found the mark he had left earlier; this was where he had buried the crystal vial.

He held his wand and wanted to use magic to dig up the ground, but suddenly an impulse arose in his heart, making him abandon the idea.

He wanted to dig out the crystal vial without using any tools.

He put his wand back and dug into the ground with his bare hands. The rain-soaked earth was easy to dig; he quickly found the small crystal vial. The mixture of various materials inside had now turned into a blood-red potion.

"Professor, I did it, the potion—" he turned his head and said excitedly.

Professor Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand; a transparent shield appeared above Allen, blocking the wind and rain.

"Allen, you are only one step away from success," Professor Flitwick shouted excitedly. "Keep going!"

Allen took a deep breath, pointed the tip of his wand at his heart, and recited the spell with a trembling voice: "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

Then he drank the potion in the vial in one gulp, closed his eyes, and waited.

Several pairs of eyes stared firmly at her movements.

Allen felt intense pain and two violent heartbeats; he knew this was a normal process. Next, the creature he was about to transform into appeared in his mind—it was a panda.

He let out a long sigh; it seemed he had succeeded. His Animagus form was a panda.

Just as he was about to announce this good news, a second creature suddenly appeared in his mind—it was an eagle.

Now Allen was not calm; this phenomenon was not expected at all, and he was momentarily at a loss.

But the matter was far from over; creatures began to appear in his mind like a carousel: a turtle, a hedgehog, a giraffe...

The order was the same as the images that appeared in his mind when he recited the spell daily.

Allen counted carefully; there were 36 animals in total.

Why were there so many creatures appearing in his mind?

According to the normal process, shouldn't only one creature appear?

Why were the order and types of these creatures exactly the same as the images that appeared in his mind during the 36 days while he waited for the storm?

He began to understand in his heart.

Allen sat there in a daze, but this made everyone around him extremely anxious. They watched Allen drink the potion and then remain motionless; they all thought something had gone wrong with Allen, but none dared to disturb him.

After some thought, Allen finally came to his senses; he opened his eyes, and his expression became somewhat hesitant.

"What is your Animagus form?" Professor McGonagall asked hurriedly.

Allen glanced at the people around him and said hesitantly, "Pro-professor... it's a panda—my Animagus form is a panda." He still decided to hide some things.

"Excellent! This matches our expectations," Dumbledore said steadily, his tone containing a certain convincing power.

Professor Flitwick and the Scamander couple also cheered quietly.

"You should now feel intense pain and two violent heartbeats. You must unreservedly merge into the other; there is nothing to worry about. You have experienced transformations more than a dozen times, each time hovering on the edge of losing control. Compared to that, the wild surge brought by the Animagus transformation is insignificant," Professor McGonagall said solemnly.

"We are here!" Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice.

Allen nodded firmly. He switched the image in his mind to the panda, then controlled himself to merge into the second heartbeat. Just then, the transformation began.

Everyone present had witnessed Animagus transformations, but every Animagus transformation brings a fresh sensation.

Every part of Allen's body underwent a complex transformation. His body began to become round and plump as if inflated; the outline of his head gradually transformed toward that of a bear; his clothes continuously shrank, merged into his skin, and gradually turned black and white; his hands and feet turned into thick claws...

A round panda appeared before everyone...