Chapter 229: Shaved Bald

Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore exchanged a glance; they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Allen had not expected Mr. Scamander to have already imagined things to this extent, but since this authority on magical creatures had offered such a speculation, it saved him the trouble of explaining later.

"Your speculation makes a lot of sense. We previously believed Allen's talent for transfiguration could only randomly produce animals he knew, such as those he had seen or read about in books, but today Mr. Finis's transfiguration result overturns that conclusion. It seems his talent for transfiguration has indeed mutated as you said." Professor McGonagall hesitated before speaking.

Professor Dumbledore also grasped Allen's tail. "The lightning power overflowing from this tail is even stronger than that of your Thunderbird. It seems this is the tail of a powerful magical creature." Professor Dumbledore mused before speaking.

"Then what is the purpose of your visit?" Professor Dumbledore looked at Mr. Scamander again.

"I wish to join the team researching Allen's talent for transfiguration." Mr. Scamander said seriously.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchanged another glance.

"I am very welcoming of this, but we should ask the party concerned for their opinion on this matter." Professor Dumbledore threw the question to Allen.

Allen was stunned by Dumbledore's sudden attack; looking at the expectant gaze Mr. Scamander revealed, he could not bring himself to say anything to refuse.

He nodded lightly, agreeing to the matter.

"It seems we will need to conduct more sampling today. We do not know when Allen will randomly obtain a part of such a creature again." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.

"We will need Severus's help." Professor McGonagall said calmly.

Professor Dumbledore nodded lightly.

Allen became puzzled again; he did not understand what this matter had to do with Professor Snape.

A short while later, Professor Snape arrived at this office; he had already learned the full story of the matter.

"It indeed contains abundant lightning power." Professor Snape observed Allen's tail, maintaining his usual expressionless demeanor.

Allen looked at Professor Snape, and a faint ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"Indeed, more collection is needed." Professor Snape said slowly and deliberately.

"Then I shall begin!" Professor Snape said.

Allen nodded nervously; the next moment, he cried out in pain.

Professor Snape plucked a tuft of hair from his tail, then carefully put it away, and then he repeatedly repeated this process.

Allen soon could not bear the pain; he knew the reason for using the plucking method was to obtain the hair follicle part, but this was truly too painful.

"Is it still not enough?" he could not help but ask.

"Not enough," Professor Snape stopped, "it seems you need a little help."

The next moment, Allen saw a flash of red light, and his world became dark.

When Allen woke up, he was already back on the four-poster bed in his dormitory; he knew he had just been knocked down by a Stunning Spell from Professor Snape.

He felt his tail still throbbing faintly; he reached out to touch it, only to find the surface smooth to the touch...

He quickly pulled out his tail to look, discovering that all the yellow hair on the tail had been plucked clean...

Sorrow rose in his heart involuntarily; the British people have always been inhumane when it comes to being inhumane!

Only Allen was in the dormitory now; at this time, Harry and Ron should still be in class, but this happened to be advantageous for him to do some other things.

He gathered his mood and decided to go to his secret base to test his tail; although it was now bald, it should not affect its main function, right...

He soon arrived at the underground tunnel leading to the Chamber of Secrets; during this process, he attracted no one's attention because he had transformed into a sparrow in the dormitory and flew directly into the abandoned girls' bathroom.

He deeply realized the convenience of becoming an Animagus, especially since he had so many Animagus forms.

He focused his mind on his poor tail; it still maintained the shape of lightning.

"Thunderbolt!" Allen roared!

Nothing happened.

"Piiika—Chuuuu!" Allen shouted again, but this time nothing happened either.

Allen was now somewhat frustrated; was his tail all show and no use? Or had Professor Snape plucked it until it was broken?

His mood suddenly became somewhat low.

But he soon broke free from the low mood; he began to carefully recall the cartoons he had watched back then, carefully recalling the scenes of Pikachu casting skills. Although it had been many years since he watched them, he actually managed to recall some things.

He gradually felt that his pronunciation just now had been too precise and clear.

So he prepared to try again.

"piiika-chuuuuuuuuuu!" Allen shouted in a deep voice this time; he felt his shout was about eighty or ninety percent accurate. (Is this pronunciation standard? *covers face*)

At this moment, a white electric light enveloped his entire body; a thought stirred in his heart, and a thick arc of lightning instantly struck the stone wall opposite.

The dim underground tunnel suddenly became as bright as day, but since the stone wall was an insulator, the power could not be seen for the moment.

However, this made Allen very satisfied; lightning as thick as an arm looked like it could not be weak in power.

Just during the moment he was enveloped by the electric light, his hair had stood up like steel needles, and his old watch had been completely ruined at that moment.

But this did not affect Allen's good mood at all; this should be the most powerful attack method he currently mastered, with a range far greater than a dragon's breath, and the speed was also fast.

But he soon realized a problem—outside the ritual period, his designated transfiguration ability should have been restored, but how would he transform a Pikachu's tail again in the future?

You must know that to designate transfiguring parts or organs of magical creatures, he needed corresponding magical materials, but for a creature like Pikachu that did not exist in this world at all, where could he find the magical materials?

You must know that the magical materials produced by the parts transfigured by his talent disappear with his next transfiguration.

This meant he could only rely entirely on luck to randomly obtain parts of such powerful magical creatures.

However, another thought jumped into his mind: his talent for transfiguration had obviously evolved now, so could the magical materials produced by the parts transfigured by his talent now be retained?

If so, then he could produce and sell them himself.

So he grabbed his poor tail again, found a few surviving hairs on it, carefully preserved them, and prepared to see if they still existed tomorrow.

After doing all this, he thought of the events of today again, and some doubts arose in his heart:

Professor McGonagall had always been the one sampling his transfigured parts; why did it suddenly switch to Professor Snape this time? Moreover, Professor McGonagall said she needed Professor Snape's help.

Why did Professor Snape collect so much hair all at once? They should know that the magical materials produced by the parts transfigured by his talent disappear with his next transfiguration.

Even if a large amount of magical materials was needed for research, so little could be researched in such a short time today.

Allen's brows furrowed tightly; he vaguely realized something...

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