Chapter 227: Lightning-Shaped Tail

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"Plop!"

Allen's wand fell, rolling twice on the wet ground.

"Remember, decide how to properly store your wand before transforming," Professor McGonagall warned in the pouring rain.

"Beginner Animagus transformations still require a wand; advanced ones do not," Professor McGonagall continued.

The panda nodded foolishly in a hurry.

Lady Scamander covered her chest; the panda's appearance had charmed her.

Mr. Scamander's eyes sparkled as he sized up the creature before him; he had rarely seen a panda.

"Sorry, I was looking for wizarding traits on you. I think it's the black parts on your body, since you were just wearing a black wizard's robe," Mr. Scamander said.

A daze flashed in the panda's eyes; it let out two short cries.

At that moment, a slender palm extended before it.

The panda stared blankly at the bamboo branch in Professor Dumbledore's hand, looking thoroughly confused, then slapped the hand away, its cry carrying a hint of anger.

Professor Dumbledore casually withdrew his hand, and those bamboo branches vanished.

"Well done! Finis, it seems you easily resisted the wildness within your body. That is good; you can try transforming back."

"Albus, you actually prepared this?" Professor Flitwick asked, dumbfounded.

"For the test, I made many preparations; the bamboo branch was just one of them," Professor Dumbledore said calmly.

While they spoke, Allen finally found the knack to transform back; he straightened his clothes, then picked up the wand from the ground.

"Professor, you are truly well prepared," he said, panting. The bamboo branch had smelled very sweet; actually, he wouldn't have minded tasting a few bites; he wanted to try the panda's sense of taste.

In fact, he was very familiar with the feeling of Animagus transformation, because it was much like the feeling of his daily innate transformations over the past three years; Animagus transformation was more like a combined version of his usual innate transformations.

In some vague way, he felt everything was destined; these thousand-plus innate transformations had forged his present self.

The atmosphere on the way back was very relaxed; Lady Scamander kept asking Allen about his feelings during the transformation. By the time they returned to the manor house, they were already chatting and laughing. Allen had lived in the manor for over a month, but due to constant inner pressure, he had communicated little with Lady Scamander; today made up for it.

"Rest well in the manor tonight; do not attempt to transform privately," Professor McGonagall said. "Return to Hogwarts tomorrow morning and come to my office. I will use these two days of the weekend to help you become familiar with transformation as quickly as possible."

At that moment, Lady Scamander brought out hot cocoa, supervised Allen drinking it, then let him go upstairs to rest.

"Minerva, do not be too harsh; the result is still very good," Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.

A smile suddenly bloomed on Professor McGonagall's face; she exclaimed joyfully: "This is truly a day worth remembering, Albus! I must have a drink when I get back."

"Why wait until we get back?" Mr. Scamander said lightly. He waved his wand, and five cups filled with butterbeer floated over.

"Clang!" The five cups clinked together.

Allen, heading upstairs, did not know the adults downstairs were drinking without him; but even if he knew, he would not care too much.

After returning to his room, he locked the door from the inside; he still had many questions needing verification.

He placed his wand on his forehead, switched the creature appearing in his mind to a turtle, immediately felt the speed of his second heartbeat slow down, merged with that heartbeat, then felt himself beginning to transform; he quickly threw his wand onto the bed.

He felt his perspective become very low, a hard shell growing on his back; he felt himself lying on the ground,

his limbs becoming unsuitable for jumping, and walking very slowly...

Yes, Allen had transformed into a turtle again...

Then he reverted to human form, then transformed into an eagle...

He could not help but go wild with joy; his guess just now was indeed correct; his Animagus form was not just one, but many!

It seemed there were thirty-six in total!

Thirty-six forms?

Thirty-six transformations?

Why did this feel so familiar? Allen stroked his chin, thinking rapidly.

He knew the Seventy-Two Transformations; the Thirty-Six Transformations, it seemed, belonged to Zhu Zhu Bajie! Thinking this, Allen instantly lost his composure.

He never expected that after all this circling, he would end up connected to Second Brother.

He couldn't help but feel a bit pained; he began to complain that today's thunderstorm had come too early; if it had arrived thirty-six days later, wouldn't his Animagus forms have been seventy-two?

Wouldn't this become a magical version of the Seventy-Two Transformations!

Seventy-Two Transformations! How many people's childhood dreams was this! The more Allen thought, the more heartbroken he became.

But thirty-six transformations is thirty-six transformations! Other people's Animagus forms are only one; he has thirty-six, so what is there to complain about!

In fact, before the ritual, he had already somewhat not wanted to choose the panda as his Animagus form, because aside from being cute, the panda's combat power in this magical world was negligible.

And in his current combat system, the weakest link is actually himself; as long as he lives, he can continuously transform into transformation beasts to launch endless attacks.

Therefore, his Animagus form should preferably be an animal with a small size that is hard to discover and moves very flexibly; the panda does not meet these conditions, being large, very conspicuous, and not particularly agile.

Fortunately, among his thirty-six transformations, there are creatures meeting these conditions.

However, what made Allen regretful was that among his thirty-six transformations there were no magical creatures; but at that time his designated transformation ability had already failed, and he also failed to randomly obtain parts or organs of magical creatures.

Thinking of this, Allen remembered the cat tail behind his buttocks; this was his innate transformation for today. Professor McGonagall had always said that after becoming an Animagus, control over one's body would become very high.

He focused his mind on his tail, recalled the feeling of transforming into human form, then discovered his cat tail had vanished.

He nodded in satisfaction; Professor McGonagall indeed did not lie to him. He could cancel his innate transformation form, which would make his life much more convenient.

Thinking of this, Allen also felt sleepiness surge; he was too tired today. He took off his wet clothes, then went to bed and fell asleep; he soon slept deeply...

The next day he woke very late; stretching, he pulled open the curtains. The weather outside was very clear; the magical creatures in the manor were basking in the sun leisurely, looking utterly content.

His mood improved too, though he felt a tail behind his buttocks was quite in the way; the random transformation he produced today was probably just a tail.

But Allen was no longer what he used to be; he had mastered a new ability. He didn't even look at the tail behind him, simply focusing his mind to imagine canceling the tail just like yesterday.

But after trying hard for a long time, he still felt the tail on his buttocks had not disappeared; he couldn't help but become puzzled. He pulled the tail behind his back to take a look, then instantly froze...

This is a tail that should not appear in this world!

This is a yellow, lightning-shaped tail!