[{"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-236":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},2320941,4539,"Chapter 236","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-236",236,"\u003Cp>The black dog got up and stared at his reflection in the stream, letting out a low howl, like a bitter laugh at himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the water was a gaunt black dog, his bones clearly visible beneath a matted, knotted coat of black fur—just a stray dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, hunger gnawed at his belly again; he hadn’t eaten properly in a day, and the beating from that black-and-white bear had only made it worse. He grumbled inwardly—he’d never lost a fight at Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he could return to Diagon Alley and rummage through the trash...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly dismissed the idea—he had to be careful now. He couldn’t show himself in the wizarding district again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big dog leaned over the stream and drank a few sips; the icy water made his stomach cramp, and he felt hungrier than before. His eyes scanned the stream, searching for any small fish or shrimp, but he failed utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d had a chance today to slip into Hogwarts’ kitchen and feast—he knew the portraits wouldn’t care. He was just some wizard’s pet, or maybe Hagrid’s dog’s playmate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today’s opportunity was perfect! He sighed again, frustration rising in him—all because of that black-and-white bear. Everything was ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big dog drove all food-related fantasies from his mind, straightened up, and walked in one direction, searching for a place to spend the night. The Forbidden Forest wasn’t safe—he had to choose carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking a while, he found a broken-down car. He didn’t know how a car ended up deep in the Forbidden Forest, but he felt his luck turning—he planned to crawl inside and sleep the night. The body was still sturdy, a decent shelter; even if it was wrecked, it was better than a damp ground, and the seats looked surprisingly comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he neared it, the vehicle suddenly flashed its headlights, nearly blinding his dog eyes, then charged straight at him—he had to flee in disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared the Ministry’s Aurors might notice the light and noise and come investigate—he’d be in danger. He had to put distance between himself and that noisy car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran through the Forbidden Forest for another half-hour—then, at last, his luck returned: he stumbled upon a rat hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Months of wilderness living had made him familiar with rat holes—and skilled at catching them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the entire litter of rats vanished into the big dog’s stomach. After his feast, he felt a surge of strength returning—he could hold out for at least two more days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the crunch of rat bones between his teeth—“crack, crack”—and wondered: if he caught that vile rat tonight, would it make the same sound in his mouth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pah—I’d never chew that disgusting rat, even if it felt satisfying. The big dog shook his head and banished the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept searching and soon found a narrow cave—this would be his shelter for the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay on the ground, pondering. His dog form hindered deep thought, and he didn’t want to wrestle with complex ideas—instead, he recalled the faces he knew. He’d survived countless sleepless nights this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of the ginger cat—so clever. Through it, he’d learned much about Hogwarts, but he wondered if that connection had been severed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the black dog fell asleep—but woke again hours later, in the darkest hour before dawn. He decided to head for a Muggle village. No Aurors or Dementors lurked there—he could slip into houses and find food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beating from the black-and-white bear yesterday had hurt worse than he admitted; that litter of rats wasn’t enough to restore his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed more energy, more nutrition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft white bread, fresh, tasty vegetables—and of course, meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big dog felt his saliva flooding his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trotted slowly—this was the most energy-efficient way. The Muggle village wasn’t far; he’d reach it before sunrise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dawn lightened the sky. The big dog slipped quietly into a house at the village’s edge, painted red—he liked the color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black dog sniffed repeatedly, then turned and dashed into the kitchen. He snatched a large pork rib in his jaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried the meat out of the village, his mood lifted. He let out a long, joyful howl. Dogs in the village answered in chorus, and lights flickered on in several homes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly tucked his tail and ran off...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning light was faint. The black dog stood atop a large rock, gazing far off at Hogwarts Castle—his gaze still unwavering...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in Hogwarts Castle, Allen Finis woke. He buried his head in the soft pillow, unwilling to open his eyes—he’d stayed up late again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he kept this up, he was starting to worry about his hairline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he felt something odd—a cool sensation on his back, and a weighty burden, but nothing like wings. He knew this was the result of today’s Talent Transformation. Fortunately, the burden wasn’t heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached back to touch it. The texture jolted him fully awake—strange, rough, cold to the touch, like the skin of a plant. From the outline, he could tell it was large—longer than the width of his own back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen couldn’t make sense of it. Yesterday’s Talent Transformation had been normal—a simple animal ear. Today, what bizarre thing had he randomly gotten?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Allen, with his big heart, quickly calmed. He knew he’d have to face this eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly turned his head—and lost all composure. On his back grew a massive blue bud...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—not a bud. A bulb-like seed. The shape instantly told him what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the seed on Bulbasaur’s back. No wonder it was so light. No wonder it felt cold. No wonder it was so huge...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growing a plant inside your body felt so weird!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(https:\u002F\u002F)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please remember the original domain of this book: . 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