Harry knelt on the ground, heedless of the rain. Bill pulled him back and talked him down a little. Harry did not dare touch Ron again, and could only shout encouragement in his ear. "Hang in there, Ron... Allen and Dumbledore are saving you."
Dumbledore held up his wand, his gaze flickering behind his crescent-shaped glasses as it fell on the horns that kept sprouting from Ron's head. He thought of the materials Allen had given him earlier on the Hogwarts students' study of Animagus Transformation next term—he had originally thought Allen had only worked out a few fixed combinations for now, but judging by this, unlike what the materials suggested, Allen had in fact fully grasped the principle and essence of this potion, and could combine it however he wished.
Molly bit down hard on her lip, but tears kept streaming down her face. Ginny leaned against her mother, her eyes red with anxiety. Arthur clutched the wand in his hand tightly, yet there was nothing he could do. He crouched down and put an arm around his wife's shoulders, but his gaze never once moved from this youngest son who usually drew so little attention.
Hermione held up her wand, maintaining the magical umbrella and trying to cover as many people as possible. Unlike Penelope's somewhat narrow concerns, she knew the grand ideals in Allen's heart, and did not care about this method of transforming into ordinary animals that would sooner or later spread among all wizards.
Allen's figure suddenly vanished from the wedding grounds, while Dumbledore continued to pour magic into Ron. Molly felt as though her heart had been pinned under an invisible boulder. Her mouth trembled nonstop, and her mind was completely blank. Beside her, Arthur stood up and kept looking outward, pacing back and