Chapter 230

He always felt Professor Snape knew how to preserve the products of his transformed body parts—otherwise, how could he have plucked off his tail so quickly? And Professor McGonagall knew about it too, yet for some reason had never told him.

He decided to find an opportunity to ask Professor McGonagall directly.

Becoming an Animagus had upgraded his talent ability, but he didn’t know what the upgraded ability was like—today he randomly got the tail of Pikachu from Pokémon; could he possibly randomly obtain organs or body parts from magical creatures in other fantasy worlds?

This would require further observation in the future.

But right now he wanted to indulge in the thrill of Animagus transformation—he still hadn’t tried all thirty-six forms.

So he began enthusiastically shifting into various animals; the sensation of constantly changing forms was truly exhilarating.

But thirty-six forms were still too many; soon his mental focus waned, his attention grew scattered, and then he noticed something unusual.

He had intended to shift from eagle form to tiger form, but due to lack of focus, something went wrong—he successfully became a tiger, yet the wings from his previous eagle form remained.

His first thought was shock—he didn’t know if this was a malfunction, since he had only just learned Animagus transformation; instantly, memories of Professor McGonagall’s lectures on transformation accidents flooded his mind.

Many of those accidents had caused permanent harm to the practitioners, and he felt his current state was exactly such an accident.

But as he concentrated his focus, the wings behind his tiger form gradually retracted and merged into his body, and only then did he relax slightly.

Yet this incident plunged him into deep thought, leading to a sudden realization.

His Animagus transformation was not ordinary—it was a special form influenced by his talent ability.

His talent ability was, in fact, random partial transformation.

Randomness and partiality were the two defining features of his talent.

The randomness had already manifested during the thirty-six days of waiting for the storm—he had randomly obtained thirty-six Animagus forms.

Did the “partial” aspect also affect his Animagus transformation?

Partial transformation wasn’t new in the magical world—advanced students could use Transfiguration to alter specific body parts into various animal limbs.

But his situation seemed different from ordinary Transfiguration.

He looked at his hands and thought—he instantly turned his left hand into a bear paw, his right hand into a cat’s claw...

He thought again—his vision lost color, but under the dim tunnel light, he could clearly trace the flight paths of tiny insects; then he felt his mouth swell, and when he opened it, a long, two-meter-long tongue shot out like lightning—though the tongue had no target; these were his frog form’s eyes and tongue.

He thought again—he felt changes in his throat; he opened his mouth and emitted a high-frequency sound, his ears transformed into a pair of fuzzy gray ears, constantly receiving returning sound waves; after processing by his brain, the spatial structure of the tunnel appeared in his mind—these were his bat form’s throat and ears; he emitted ultrasound, and now he was a living radar.

He thought again—a pair of wings appeared behind him, a sharp horn sprouted from his head...

Allen felt like he’d discovered a new toy and kept experimenting—he realized the true way to use his thirty-six Animagus forms was this.

He could randomly transform individual body parts into the corresponding parts of any of the thirty-six Animagus forms, and each part retained its original function without any conflict.

Even if some Animagus forms were small, the transformed body parts adjusted their size according to his own body.

This was something Transfiguration could never match—though Transfiguration could also produce multiple animal body parts, it required careful consideration of potential conflicts; one misstep and you’d have a transformation accident—nothing like his effortless control.

Allen was overjoyed—he reverted to his human form, as his previous appearance was far too bizarre, even to himself; his sanity had plummeted. But this newly discovered ability opened up countless possibilities.

After his joy came a pang of regret—he realized he hadn’t randomly obtained a single magical creature’s image during those thirty-six days.

If he could have randomly obtained images of powerful magical creatures, his combat power would have skyrocketed—he wouldn’t need to rely on memory modification to achieve such effects.

But that thought was too greedy; his current state was already excellent—each Animagus form had unique strengths, and combining them created astonishing effects.

For instance, Allen now felt he was perfectly suited for Quidditch—he remembered how Harry had collapsed during a match due to a sudden Dementor attack, causing Gryffindor to lose to Hufflepuff, making their chances of winning the House Cup this year slim.

Allen felt his ability made him a better Seeker than Harry.

First, he could grow wings—he could use them to accelerate, decelerate, or maneuver his broom more precisely while riding, and the eagle form granted him an innate sense of flight, compensating for his lack of broom control.

Then he could transform his throat and ears into bat form, becoming a living radar—Bludgers, ambushes from opponents—all would be exposed under his sensory net, letting him perceive his surroundings and react in advance.

Finally, he could grow frog eyes and tongue—the Golden Snitch would be utterly visible under the frog’s dynamic vision, and a two-meter-long tongue would snatch it with perfect accuracy.

Allen couldn’t help but start daydreaming.

He’d heard the Quidditch World Cup was starting next year—wouldn’t his ability make him an easy pick for the English national team? Wouldn’t becoming a Quidditch star earn him plenty of Jin Jialong? Could it finally rescue his crumbling finances?

But hadn’t Ron said the English Quidditch national team had never qualified for the World Cup?

Oh, then let’s pretend that never happened.

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