London. The dark clouds that once hung outside the Prime Minister's window are now floating on a dirty river.
The river meanders, with overgrown weeds and piles of garbage on both sides. A huge chimney, a relic of an abandoned mill, stands tall, eerie and ominous.
All around, there was only the black river water whimpering with the heavy rain, and there was no sign of life.
Suddenly, two figures appeared in the last house at the end of Spinner's End, as if they appeared out of thin air.
The rain seemed to flow around them, and the strangest thing was that the boy in black robe had a wooden branch glowing in his hand.
If this scene were seen by people on the street, it would most likely be on the news. Fortunately, as mentioned before, there are no signs of life here.
"Let's go--"
Professor Snape led Sean, and they found Potions buried in a marked place without any difficulty.
Raindrops were pattering around, Professor Snape and Sean were waiting for the next moment of lightning flashing with expressionless faces.
Silver-white lightning quickly pierced the sky, and at that moment, Sean felt his heartbeat become stronger again.
He waved his magic wand, the soil moved away automatically, and a bottle of Potions buried in it turned blood red.
Half the battle is won.
Sean picked up Potions with a little excitement, pointed the tip of the wand to his heart, and recited the spell:
"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus!"
Then he quickly drank Potions.
The heart beat like a drum, Sean felt intense pain and two fierce heartbeats fighting.
It's as if another heartbeat has awakened and is now competing with the first heartbeat for ownership of the body.
This process is painful and long, because something most essential is causing the wizard to take on another form with a second heartbeat.
He gritted his teeth, and the words Professor McGonagall came to mind:
"You must show fearlessness! It is already too late to escape the promised changes!"
In the wind and rain, Snape's loose robes rustled, and his expression changed again and again. When he saw Sean's face was ugly, some instinctive panic, and his figure began to show abnormal changes to a certain extent,
He frowned uneasily, and a voice inside told him to do something.
"I'm--"
He leaned closer and said some nonsense in a low and hoarse voice that he had once scoffed at.
Sean couldn't hear it. All his mind was attracted by some animals. They only had vague outlines. The clearest one was Black Cat.
It is said to be Black Cat, but it is much larger than the ordinary Black Cat, and it is full of agility.
The first Transfiguration started, which made Sean quite uncomfortable. Clothes, shoes and other items melted into the skin and turned into hair or sharp claws.
Animal instincts constantly try to dominate and make Sean do stupid things, such as running around or rushing into walls.
This instinct was so strong that even Sean couldn't control himself. Between running randomly or rushing into the wall, Sean made a choice in one second.
Black Cat was picked up by a pair of big hands as soon as he stretched out his paws.
"With such poor Transfiguration control...Minerva·McGonagall, how dare you let you Transfiguration?!"
He roared loudly, as if venting his inner uneasiness.
After his feet left the ground, Black Cat's head drooped, and his sanity was gradually recovering.
Something is very wrong. Not only can he not control his body well, it is also difficult for him to change back.
Black Cat looked at the pool with doubtful eyes, reflecting green light.
Looking at Snape who didn't know what to do next, it suddenly smelled the old, dull smell of metal rust, which then turned into the fragrance of dew and grass.
Sean is sure, his Animagus is at least more than just a cat, and probably has some of the characteristics of Kneazle.
As for the reason... it may be that I have eaten too much Cat Gibberish Biscuits, and my consciousness of Kneazle has existed for too long and is very strong; it may also be that I have performed too many Kneazle alchemical rituals, and I have subconsciously walked a new path on Transfiguration...
Sean has written down all the contents on Soul Transfiguration, and is going to ask Professor Terra.
But no matter what, it is always better than the ordinary Black Cat.
I don't know if it's because I haven't gotten used to it yet, but Sean doesn't have the ability to automatically find paths yet.
Perhaps because she was afraid that he would run away again, Snape stared at him closely and did not leave her attention until he entered the room.
In the two-story building at the end of Spinner's End, there is a dark and small living room filled with shabby furniture.
A candle-lit lamp hangs from the ceiling, and the surrounding walls are filled with books. Inside one of the secret doors on the book wall is a narrow staircase leading upstairs, and the other secret door leads to a small room.
There seems to be no obvious door here. When you first enter the room, it gives Sean the feeling of walking into a cell with soft walls. Because it has been empty for many years, spiders have also built many webs here.
The flame of the fireplace was lit. Black Cat jumped up and came to the edge of the fireplace at a distance that was difficult for an ordinary cat to jump. It shook its body and the raindrops in its hair were thrown out.
Severus·Snape was thrown away, but he glanced coldly at Black Cat who was warming himself by the fire, snorted heavily, and said nothing.
The street lights were mottled and faded, and the lighting was dim at night. Heavy rain washed the streets and washed some street garbage into the river, making the river even dirtier.
But in the small living room there is a firelight from the fireplace.
Severus·Snape was reading a book, and out of the corner of his eye he kept catching Black Cat running around on the bookshelf.
It seems that it is not familiar with my body at all, and it needs to be practiced in various ways.
For example, if it doesn't look at its tail, its tail won't move; for example, when it uses its whiskers to feel the temperature of the fireplace, it can almost burn its whiskers...
There are too many such things.
Snape took a sip of steaming coffee, and two figures appeared outside the house.
In just half an hour, both the anxious Professor McGonagall and the cheerful Dumbledore arrived here.
The doorbell rang.
Dumbledore looked at Snape who opened the door with a smile:
"Severus, what do you think of Black Cat? My taste is not too bad..."
Before the old wizard finished speaking, the door slammed shut with a bang.
"Oh, it's always hard for people to admit that others are right, right? Minerva?"
He asked with a smile on his face as usual.
It didn't take long.
Spinner's End There was a very rare and lively moment - there were several more figures in the living room.
The faint sound of conversation continued, covering up the roar of the storm outside.
Black Cat was by the fireplace. After Professor McGonagall came in, it was transformed into a soft cushion.
Black Cat was sitting on it, seeming to be thinking about something.