Chapter 81: Left Green Dragon, Right White Horse?

All three were stunned by Ron's wild imagination.

"Yes! Unicorns are famous worldwide for their healing abilities! Transforming into unicorn hooves is indeed the best choice!" Hermione said excitedly.

Allen raised his own hands, realizing he couldn't imagine his hands transforming into hooves; it just felt incredibly grotesque...

But he also knew this was the best choice.

"Go rest quickly! I'll help you get leave from this morning's classes!" Hermione said rapidly.

"Okay, thank you, Hermione!" Allen struggled to stand up, and Harry and Ron quickly supported him.

Harry and Ron helped Allen to his bed.

Allen gripped his wand, closed his eyes, and let the thought of transforming into a unicorn hoof fill his mind.

But for a long while he still couldn't fall asleep; his hand simply hurt too much...

Just then, Ron's voice came from outside the curtain: "Allen, shall I sing you a lullaby?"

"No need!" Allen replied grumpily.

Then he continued the imagination from just now, trying to quickly fall asleep, but his hand hurt more and more, the pain keeping him awake.

At this moment, Allen, whose mind was full of unicorns, suddenly remembered the few unicorn hairs he had picked up earlier, which he had placed in the drawer by his bedside.

Maybe those few unicorn hairs can increase my chances of transforming into unicorn hooves! he thought secretly.

So he took those few unicorn hairs out of the drawer; the unicorn hairs still gave a feeling of glowing white, and holding them in his hand felt warm.

Allen suddenly felt a stir in his heart; he wrapped the unicorn hairs around his injured fingers.

Then he discovered that his injured hand could also feel the warmth of the unicorn hairs, and this warmth greatly reduced the pain of the wound.

Freed from the restraint of pain, Allen fell asleep in no time.

Harry and Ron, hearing Allen's steady breathing outside the canopy, quietly left the dormitory to go to class.

This sleep lasted until noon; Allen felt he had slept very well, making him forget many troubles.

He stretched contentedly, but immediately after he heard the sound of fabric tearing...

He discovered five neat cuts on the curtain to his left; the cuts were very regular, obviously made by some sharp weapon.

Allen quickly raised his left hand to look, discovering his left hand had already turned into a claw...

Allen carefully observed his left claw; the entire claw was covered in fine scales, the claws were sharp and keen, and there were barbs growing on the back of the claw...

Allen felt very familiar with this claw because he had seen it every day these past few days—it was a dragon claw, practically a replica of Norbert's claw, especially the barbs on the back of the claw, which were an important characteristic of the Norwegian Ridgeback.

It seems the plan to transform into unicorn hooves failed, but a dragon claw isn't bad either; its healing ability is very strong, and most importantly, it's targeted. Allen thought with some joy in his heart.

But his happiness was too early; he suddenly realized he couldn't feel his right-hand fingers anymore, so he quickly raised his right hand in front of his eyes.

The result was that he saw a pristine white hoof...

The hoof was crystal clear without a single flaw; his forearm had also turned into the shape of a horse's front leg, covered in short white hair, giving a feeling of warmth and holiness.

Although he had never seen a unicorn with his own eyes, Allen was certain this was a unicorn's hoof...

Yesterday he had been bitten on the right hand, but now he couldn't feel any pain in the right hoof; looking closely, there seemed to be Norbert's tooth marks on the hoof. This made Allen feel a bit better.

However, looking at his left claw and right hoof, Allen started to have a headache again; this image was too bizarre,

how could he possibly show himself to people!

In his past life, he often heard people say "left green dragon, right white tiger," but in his case, it became "left green dragon, right white horse."

Can his random transformation talent be played with like this? Patchwork transformation?

Allen's imagination instantly ran wild; if he could find the law of this patchwork transformation, could he eventually transform into a Chinese dragon?

After all, according to records, the Chinese dragon resembles nine things: head like a camel, horns like a deer, eyes like a rabbit, ears like an ox, neck like a snake, belly like a clam, scales like a carp, claws like an eagle, and palms like a tiger.

Simply put, it's nine kinds of animals patched together, and his patchwork transformation today seems to be able to do exactly that!

If he can patch together two, maybe he can patch together nine.

What kind of scene would it be if he transformed into a Chinese dragon and appeared in the Muggle World?

Allen couldn't help but indulge in some fantasy for a while, but he quickly realized these fantasies offered no help whatsoever to his current situation.

His immediate priority was to solve the problem at hand; how could he go out looking like this? But thinking carefully, it wasn't a big deal; having experienced various socially deadening events, he now possessed a thick skin and was immune to mockery.

A left claw and right hoof are much easier to hide than a turtle shell; just find some big sleeves and long clothes.

Thinking this, Allen relaxed; he suddenly felt something sticky on his face and remembered he hadn't washed his face since last night.

He quickly got up and rushed into the washroom; fortunately, the washroom door wasn't closed, so Allen didn't need to open it.

But after using his dragon claw to turn on the faucet, he faced a new difficulty—how should he wash his face?

Washing his face with a claw would be equivalent to disfiguring himself; it seemed he could only use the hoof to wash his face. Fortunately, the hoof was very clean; apart from some bite marks, the surface was delicate and smooth.

Washing his face with the hoof shouldn't hurt his face. Allen thought with certainty.

Soon he did just that; he placed the hoof under the faucet, water flowed over the hoof, wetting the short hair on it. Allen quickly rubbed the hoof on his face; the white short hair on the hoof scraping across his face felt very comfortable.

But he clearly hadn't adapted to this hoof yet; he always couldn't control the hoof's direction well, so his handsome face suffered quite a bit. Looking at this bizarre scene in the mirror, a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

Does this count as having my head kicked by a donkey?

Seems... probably... counts... right? Allen somewhat painfully drove this somewhat absurd thought out of his mind.

After a bumpy face-washing session, Allen felt his face was very comfortable; looking at himself in the mirror, he suddenly felt his skin seemed to have improved a bit.

Although he was getting handsome every day, today seemed even more obvious! Could this white donkey hoof have beauty and skin-nourishing effects? But according to the descriptions of unicorns in books, it seems quite normal for this white donkey hoof to have such effects! Allen's thoughts started to wander again.

If this thing were placed in his past life, he would have made a fortune!

After washing his face, Allen prepared to use the toilet and then go out, but then he froze...

How does one use the toilet with a left claw and right hoof?