A Product That Matched the Self

A rustling sound came from inside the bottle, making the others uneasy as well.

What's that noise?

"Was it the Living Death Potion that corroded those materials?"

"No way, right? The moonlight is also gathering on it, so it must be... changing?"

As they discussed it, the trembling of the bottle gradually subsided until it disappeared, and the Living Death Potion that filled it gradually decreased, as if it were being absorbed by something.

As the Living Death Potion disappeared completely, only a sphere remained inside the clear bottle;

The spheres resemble collections of hair; they look similar in shape, but the hairs covering them are quite different.

"These colors... Lumos Solem!" Babajide Akingbade squinted slightly, carefully examining the sphere with the help of Wand-Lighting Charm.

The bottle in his hand was a sphere made of feathers, with feathers of various colors stuck to it, including black, dark gray, and dirty white.

"That's it!" he exclaimed, as if recognizing something. "This is my Animagus! The Animagus I transformed into, the Animagus, has feathers of these colors!"

The other four wizards holding the bottles also realized that the furballs inside were the animal forms they took after transforming into Animagus.

Two of the spheres looked different from the others; one of them was covered in scales and was likely an Animagus snake.

The other sphere was even more peculiar, appearing completely bare and more rounded than the other four, as if covered with a layer of light gray leather, with only sparse hairs at the top and bottom.

Seeing the somewhat puzzled looks on everyone's faces, the wizard explained, "This is my Animagus form... Sphynx Cat!"

His tone was somewhat excited, "I can recognize it! This is the color of the skin when it transforms into Animagus form."

"And here... this scar!" He pointed to the center of the sphere, where there was an irregular bump, like a healed scar.

He pulled up his sleeves to reveal his right arm. "When I was brewing Potions, an accident happened, and I got a scar like this on my arm. It's almost exactly the same!"

"When I completed my Animagus, this scar remained! When I registered with the Ministry of Magic, I used it as my distinctive feature!"

"It's about the same size as mistletoe..." Wizet stepped forward, bent down slightly, and used her fingers to roughly measure the size of the sphere.

He continued refining his notes, bringing the bottle closer to examine the spheres closely. "They present different appearances... but there are also similarities..."

"The final effect of the Potions is very similar to that of Animagus, with its own unique characteristics... not only will the Animagus's fur color change, but its other features will also be revealed..."

Wizet noticed that the surroundings seemed to have quieted down, with little discussion. He straightened up and looked around, only to find that everyone was looking at him.

"Sorry, it's a habit..." he coughed lightly and explained, "When I was learning the principles of Potions from Snape, I would write down the process."

Hearing Wizet's words, the onlookers felt somewhat ashamed.

Even now, Wizet remains immersed in the seminars, recording her thoughts and ideas.

However, they lacked this awareness, marveling only at the brilliance of Wizet's ideas and eagerly wanting to know the final result, forgetting the purpose of attending the seminar, like mere spectators joining in the fun.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Wizet, and they all tried to express their own views and ideas based on what they knew.

Akinbade let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with shame;

Many sorcerers from Africa shared this sentiment, their eyes revealing a similar sense of shame.

Their research on Animagus actually went further than that of other wizards;

However, due to the Magic Contract, he could not reveal more secrets and could only conduct his own research, sharing some minor points while circumventing the principle of the Magic Contract.

Based on these rudimentary materials, Wizet was able to make relevant innovations to the Animagus;

They found it hard to imagine whether the development of Animagus could have been accelerated earlier if they could share the core secrets.

The atmosphere became lively again, and as Wizet exchanged ideas and discussed, he recorded his insights in his notebook.

After exchanging ideas, Wizet, based on her own thoughts and the insights gained from the exchange, made a final summary.

"The Potions takes this form because of the combined effects of the hair, Mandrake leaves, and Death's-Head Hawkmoth Chrysalis! It's a harmonious and complementary process..."

"Mr. Akingbade and the others said... on this sphere, they sensed the presence of souls and experienced a resonance that made their hearts race..."

"This feeling of a racing heart... is similar to the heartbeat you feel when waiting for a downpour to be cast on your chest during Animagus practice."

"The Animagus practice is Ritual Magic, and everything we've done so far corresponds to the original Ritual Magic ... This is a very important point!"

"The spheres are all roughly the same size and have shapes that fit their own characteristics... This indicates that these modifications are consistent with the original Ritual Magic and are highly versatile..."

He exhaled softly, speaking a little faster than before, "Perhaps it applies to all Animagus, but I can't guarantee it... More examples are needed to verify it!"

"So far, there haven't been many mistakes, which means we're on the right track! The next step is to swallow this sphere and take the most crucial step!"

Akinbade and the others nodded, then emptied their bottles, letting the spheres roll into their palms.

Wizet added, "Because the Potions is similar to the Living Death Potion, you might fall into a deep sleep immediately..."

"The initial transformation of Animagus... you should experience it again while you are in a deep sleep."

"Therefore, you also need to resist your animal instincts to ensure that no accidents happen."

"Don't worry!" Akinbade and the others nodded, glanced at the sphere in their hands, and swallowed it without hesitation.

The moment they swallowed the sphere, the moonlight that had gathered on it quickly shifted and landed on Akinbade and his companions.

Akinbade and the others closed their eyes, their expressions instantly becoming calm, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep;

The moonlight, like a flowing veil, gently enveloped them.

Just as Wizet had predicted, Akinbade and the others underwent changes, their clothes turning into feathers, fur, scales, and skin.

Their bodies continued to shrink, and more and more animal features appeared on their bodies, until they were completely transformed into animals...