First Transformation, the Soul Like Clothing
The frantic heartbeats grew faster and faster until the two heartbeats became indistinguishable, pounding together in Wizet's mind and conjuring up concrete animal images.
Neck feathers brownish-gold... wing feathers bronze... beak like a golden hook... eyes like black obsidian...
The burning sensation from drinking the medicine intensified, and my whole body felt like it was melting.
The Animagus potion is extremely special. Wizet once discussed it with Professor McGonagall and deduced that the potion is a protective measure that can help wizards understand the soul.
However, this so-called safety is only relative. The process of Animagus Transformation is actually full of dangers.
That was exactly how Wizet felt at that moment. He seemed to be controlled by instinct, an instinct that was not human but rather spread by the animal image in his mind.
Animal instincts overflow...
Consciously restrain your instincts...
He constantly restrained the instincts evoked by the animal image until these instincts began to merge with his own. The human instincts and the instincts evoked by the animal image mixed together, creating an extremely wonderful feeling.
According to Professor McGonagall's notes, the wondrous feeling that arises from the mixture of two instincts is the feeling of the soul.
Having this feeling means you've begun to understand the soul.
"The process went smoothly, but I haven't passed the Patronus Charm yet..."
Just as Wizet was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sense of detachment, shifting to a "Third Perspective" as he observed everything around him.
"It's different from what's in Professor McGonagall's notes...!"
With the help of the "Third Perspective," Wizet felt her mind become more active and quickly understood why this was happening—
Under Snape's guidance, he gained an understanding of the soul through the Patronus Charm, and the protective effect of the potion itself was leading him to delve deeper and gain a more profound understanding of the soul.
And this is exactly the feeling of being in a "Third Perspective" at this moment.
He felt as if he were in an endless universe, surrounded by darkness, with only the light before him shining brightly.
Wizet saw her own image, like a candle, constantly melting away;
The animal figure was the mold; the melted self was injected into the mold, changing its original shape...
"Souls can be merged...can be shaped...like that...like the method I used to transform the Christmas Cactus!"
Looking at everything before him, Wizet was jolted awake by a conclusion that struck him like a bolt from the blue. "The soul is just a 'clothing' after all! We can continue to study it!"
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, accompanied by a fierce storm.
As Wizet watched his soul merge into the "mold" and transform into an animal form, his body also underwent changes.
Luna's hands were clenched tightly, causing her fair skin to flush with blood, making it look as alluring as a ruby;
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were focused, their eyes unblinking, their wands gripped tightly in their hands.
They watched as Wizet's body changed, and his clothes were assimilated, covered with a fine down.
The downy feathers were covered by new feathers, which were brownish-gold and bronze in color, growing outwards in layers, as if they had been sped up countless times.
Professor McGonagall let out a soft sigh, "The Avian Animagus..."
Dumbledore nodded. "Ravenclaw, not surprising."
Wizet's body trembled slightly as if convulsing, her limbs and head constantly shifting, her hands seemingly merging into one, her feet splitting into three toes pointing forward and one toe pointing backward, sprouting claws...
Professor McGonagall looked down at Luna and gently comforted her, "Don't worry, everything is going smoothly so far."
"Hmm." Luna didn't let go of her hands. "I understand, Professor McGonagall."
Wizet suddenly spread her arms wide, and her arms, like elastic rubber, instantly lengthened considerably. Countless feathers sprouted wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, finally transforming into broad and powerful wings.
Bolts of lightning exploded, seemingly illuminating the entire world.
Under the light of the lightning, the feathers reflected a brilliant golden light, as soft yet dazzling as the first rays of dawn.
Wizet tossed her head slightly, bathed in dazzling lightning, her head extending a long, hook-like beak, her eyes as deep as obsidian.
Most of the feathers of the Wizet are bronze, except for the neck feathers, head feathers, and tail feathers, which are brownish-gold. At the tips of the wings, a fiery red mark can also be seen.
"Phoenix pattern? That should also be considered a distinguishing feature," Dumbledore murmured. "Wizet's current appearance... is probably that of Golden Eagle."
Professor McGonagall nodded and exhaled. "But it's far too big..."
The Golden Eagle that Wizet transformed into was 1.5 meters long and had a wingspan of over 3 meters. There are probably not many Golden Eagle that can reach this size.
Looking at Wizet, who still had her wings spread wide, Professor McGonagall said to Luna, "Miss Lovegood, Wizet needs your help now."
Seeing that Wizet had successfully completed the Animagus, Luna breathed a sigh of relief.
Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's reminder, she didn't speak immediately. Instead, she closed her eyes, as if sensing something.
She quickly opened her eyes. "Professor McGonagall, Wizet is fully conscious... I can sense it... he seems to be studying something..."
"But..." Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses.
"You should trust Luna," Dumbledore said. "You're worrying too much... In fact, he's just maintaining the pose and hasn't done anything out of line."
"Nothing out of line..." Professor McGonagall seemed to remember something. "Is he researching something? Perhaps he has made a new discovery."
"Oh?" Dumbledore asked curiously, "A new discovery?"
Professor McGonagall explained, "He once told me that by practicing Animagus, one could begin to understand the soul, but he had already begun."
"What a remarkable coincidence!" Dumbledore stroked his beard, a smile playing on his lips. "He mastered the Patronus Charm through Severus's unorthodox methods."
"He possesses the special Patronus Charm that understands the soul, combined with the Animagus that understands the soul... Few people can possess both. He is walking a path that few have ventured down!"
"If the soul is also a kind of 'clothing'..." Wizet continued to speculate, "Perhaps I can have more..."
Before he could think it through, he was separated from the "Third Perspective" and disappeared from the boundless universe around him;
Lightning flashes and thunderclaps mingled endlessly, and the cold rain poured down on the feathers, making the wings heavy.
Since they were able to return to reality, it means that Animagus succeeded, and the process was extremely smooth.
In fact, compared to Animagus's success, the new discoveries about the soul are what excite him even more now.
But before that...
Wizet looked in the direction where Luna and the others were, and seeing Luna's tightly clenched hands and Luna nervous expression, he immediately wanted to call out to her.
"Chirp... chirp..."
The real call of Golden Eagle... is actually similar to the clucking of a chick, while the eagle's cry in movies and TV shows is actually dubbed by a red-tailed hawk...