Chapter 257

After obtaining the Pokémon magical materials, Allen’s research speed surged; he quickly verified the existing design, optimized it once more, though the cultivation of the Guardian Spirit’s intelligence remained somewhat lacking—barely adequate—and the integration between the Guardian Spirit and the new shapeshifted beast was also far from smooth, but Allen was out of time.

Over the past week, Professor Snape’s expression had turned terrifyingly grim; he glared at everyone with suspicion, became even harsher during Potions class, tolerating not a single mistake, leaving students trembling and daring not to err in his presence.

To Allen’s surprise, the theft in Professor Snape’s office had not leaked—apparently Snape’s pride had kicked in again; he refused to let the incident become public to save face.

But none of this concerned Allen; the week passed swiftly, and the time had come for him to depart for the Ministry of Magic.

Beforehand, he quietly summoned Harry, Ron, and Hermione to an abandoned classroom and told them about his encounter with Sirius Black.

He did not mention the tracking, however—only that a few days earlier, he had randomly spotted the Eye of the Hawk and, by chance, seen Sirius Black’s black dog form wandering along the edge of the Forbidden Forest at dusk.

Harry and Ron flickered with disbelief; Sirius Black had not appeared in months, and their vigilance had gradually eased—they assumed this was Allen’s well-intentioned lie to keep them alert—only Hermione’s eyes showed a trace of surprise.

“We’ll stay alert, just go in peace! You’re Hogwarts’ pride now!” Harry said.

Allen heard the dismissal in Harry’s tone and immediately stiffened.

“I’m not joking. Sirius Black has vanished for months—I believe he’s plotting something bigger. He’s utterly treacherous and cunning, so your vigilance must not slacken for a second. He might already be hiding inside the school.”

Harry and Ron exchanged glances; they had never seen Allen so serious before.

“Alright, we’ll be careful,” they said quickly.

“Go to the Ministry without worry—I’ll keep an eye on them both for you,” Hermione added.

Allen nodded, satisfied. “But vigilance alone isn’t enough. I’ve also considered extreme scenarios, so I’ve made a few small things recently.”

“These small things can help you defeat Sirius Black,” Allen said with absolute seriousness.

At this, Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances; their first reaction was disbelief—they couldn’t imagine Allen possessing anything capable of defeating the infamous Dark Wizard Sirius Black.

Ron’s reaction was immediate: “Allen, are you okay today?” He placed his hand on Allen’s forehead. “You’re not feverish, you haven’t been drinking—why are you talking nonsense?”

“I’m not joking,” Allen said, exasperated by Ron’s words.

“You didn’t go find the Elder Wand, did you? That thing could really help us defeat Sirius Black—even help us defeat You-Know-Who,” Ron shrugged.

“What’s the Elder Wand?” Now it was Allen, Harry, and Hermione exchanging glances.

Ron then explained what the Elder Wand was.

Allen realized at once that Ron’s interruption had completely shattered the atmosphere he’d carefully built.

He had to steer the conversation back on track, but found words now useless—he simply drew his wand and cast a Transfiguration spell on a desk.

Before Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s astonished eyes, the desk transformed into a bladepanther; Allen gave it a command, and the bladepanther swiftly slashed the wall with its claw—leaving a deep gouge in the stone.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione gaped in shock.

“How did you do that? Was that a Transfiguration spell? I’ve never seen anything like this creature in the world!” Hermione recovered first, firing off questions rapidly.

Harry and Ron stared at the bladepanther in disbelief—its streamlined body clad in elegant, lightweight armor, its claws, fangs, tail tip, and ram horns gleaming with dangerous metallic sheen, unmistakably formidable. They had studied Transfiguration; they knew the impossibility of conjuring such a war machine. To them, it was unthinkable.

Unconsciously, their gaze toward Allen shifted.

“This is only a fraction of my hidden power,” Allen murmured. He had no choice now but to reveal some of his cards.

“Over the years, I’ve done many things no ordinary wizard could manage—so there’s nothing surprising here,” Allen said casually. “After all, I am Hogwarts’ pride.”

The atmosphere instantly revived.

“What small things did you prepare for us?” Ron, now fully convinced, asked eagerly.

“I can lend you my Transfiguration spells,” Allen smiled, producing three scrolls.

Ron reached out instantly to touch the scrolls, but Allen slapped his hand away.

“Don’t rush. Before giving these to you, I must explain a few things,” Allen’s smile vanished, his expression turning serious again.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded solemnly, watching Allen intently.

“I’ve sealed three Transfiguration spells into these scrolls. Simply unfasten the metal clasp, point the scroll at an object the size of a desk, then unroll it to cast the spell.”

“The three Transfigurations will summon three shapeshifted beasts far more powerful than the bladepanther you just saw—dozens of times stronger. These three beasts alone are enough to handle Sirius Black.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances; though it sounded incredible, the bladepanther beside them lent undeniable credibility to Allen’s words.

Then Allen produced three more objects and handed one to each of them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione accepted the objects in confusion—they were three red-and-white half spheres, perfectly sized to fit in one hand...

“Aren’t these the ‘Poké Balls’ you keep talking about? You always use them to store things—why are you giving them to us?” Harry examined the sphere in his hand, puzzled.

(https://)

Please remember the original publication URL of this book: . Mobile reading URL: