[{"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-227":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},2320932,4539,"Chapter 227: Lightning-Shaped Tail","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-227",227,"\u003Cp>Hot recommendations:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s wand fell to the damp ground and rolled twice in a circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember, before transforming, you must decide how to safely place your wand,” Professor McGonagall warned amid the torrential rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beginner Animagus transformations still require a wand; advanced ones do not,” Professor McGonagall continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The panda nodded dumbly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Scamander pressed a hand to her chest; the panda’s appearance had charmed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Scamander’s eyes gleamed as he studied the creature—he had seen few pandas in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I’m looking for signs of your wizardry—I assume it’s the black parts of you, since you were just wearing a black wizard’s robe,” Mr. Scamander said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of confusion passed through the panda’s eyes; it let out two short cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a long hand extended before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The panda stared blankly at the bamboo branch in Dumbledore’s hand, looking utterly bewildered, then swatted the hand away, its cry tinged with irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore calmly withdrew his hand; the bamboo branch vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done, Finis! You’ve easily resisted the wildness within you—excellent. You may try reverting now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Albus, you actually prepared this?” Professor Flitwick asked, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For testing purposes, I made many preparations—this bamboo branch is just one of them,” Professor Dumbledore said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this exchange, Allen finally found the key and transformed back. He straightened his robes and picked up his wand from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, you’re truly thorough,” he panted. The bamboo had tasted sweet—he wouldn’t have minded sampling a few bites; he wanted to test the panda’s taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was deeply familiar with the sensation of Animagus transformation—it was nearly identical to his daily talent transformation over the past three years. Animagus transformation was simply a consolidated version of his usual talent transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep down, he felt this was all destined—that over a thousand talent transformations had forged who he was today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, the atmosphere was light. Mrs. Scamander kept pressing Allen for details about his transformation. By the time they returned to the manor house, they were chatting and laughing. During his month-long stay, Allen had felt constant pressure and barely spoken with Mrs. Scamander—today, he had made up for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest well tonight and don’t attempt any secret transformations,” Professor McGonagall said. “Come to my office tomorrow morning after returning to Hogwarts. I’ll use these two weekend days to help you become familiar with the transformation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Mrs. Scamander brought out hot cocoa and made sure Allen drank it before letting him go upstairs to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minerva, don’t be too strict—the results were excellent,” Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s face suddenly lit up. “What a memorable day, Albus! I must have a drink when I get back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why wait until you get back?” Mr. Scamander said casually. He waved his wand, and five goblets filled with butterbeer floated over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash!” The five goblets clinked together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen, climbing upstairs, didn’t know the adults were drinking without him—but even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning to his room, he locked the door from the inside. He still had many questions to verify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his wand against his forehead, switched the creature in his mind to a turtle, and immediately felt his second heartbeat slow. He merged with that rhythm, then felt himself begin to transform—he quickly tossed the wand onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His viewpoint sank low; a hard shell grew across his back; he felt himself lying on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs became unsuited for leaping, and his walking was slow...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Allen had transformed again—into a turtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he reverted to human form, then became an eagle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but burst into ecstatic joy—his earlier guess was correct: his Animagus form wasn’t just one—it was many!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed there were thirty-six!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty-six?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty-six transformations?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did this feel so familiar? Allen rubbed his chin, thinking rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew of the Seventy-Two Transformations—but the Thirty-Six? That sounded like Zhu Bajie. The thought made him lose his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected that after all this, he’d somehow be linked to his Second Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a pang of frustration. He began complaining that today’s thunderstorm had come too early—if it had arrived thirty-six days later, his Animagus forms might have reached seventy-two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would’ve been a magical version of the Seventy-Two Transformations!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seventy-Two Transformations! How many children had dreamed of that? Allen grew increasingly heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fine—thirty-six it is! Others have only one Animagus form; he has thirty-six—what’s there to complain about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, even before the ritual, he’d been less keen on choosing the panda as his Animagus form. Aside from being cute, its combat power in this magical world was negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his current combat system, his own body was the weakest link—he only needed to stay alive to continuously transform and summon transformation beasts for endless attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, his ideal Animagus form should be small, hard to spot, and extremely agile. The panda failed all these criteria: large, conspicuous, and not particularly nimble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, among his thirty-six forms were creatures that met these conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what saddened Allen was that none of his thirty-six forms were magical creatures—he had lost his designated transformation ability and hadn’t randomly obtained any magical creature parts or organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Allen remembered the cat tail on his rear—his today’s talent transformation. Professor McGonagall had always said that after becoming an Animagus, one gains high control over one’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused his mind on his tail, recalling the sensation of returning to human form—and immediately, his cat tail vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded in satisfaction. Professor McGonagall hadn’t lied—he could cancel his talent transformation, which would make his life far more convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, sleepiness washed over him. He was exhausted. He stripped off his wet clothes and climbed into bed, falling into deep slumber soon after...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He woke late the next day. Stretching, he pulled back the curtains—the weather outside was clear. The magical creatures in the manor were basking lazily in the sun, utterly content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mood lifted—but the tail on his rear felt annoying. He’d probably randomly transformed into a tail today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Allen was no longer the same. He had gained a new ability. He didn’t even glance at the tail behind him—instead, he focused his mind, imagining how he’d canceled it yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after struggling for a long time, he still felt the tail on his rear—unmoved. He frowned, pulled the tail around to look at it—and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a tail that shouldn’t exist in this world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tail shaped like yellow lightning!\u003C\u002Fp>",1103,"2026-06-20T16:09:24.693Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bb09166f7686c264a6d905b07f096cdb8fa2815cf8987913f094ef546d8bd9b7","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-228","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-226",284,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]