The door leading to the laboratory in the Headmaster's Office opened after Snape and Barty Crouch Jr. had left.
At the same time, "Lily Evans" began to change as well.
Her features seemed to be kneaded at will by invisible hands. Her nose was pulled into a narrower, longer, straighter shape; her jawline was softened; her lips grew fuller; and the emerald green in her eyes was replaced by deep brown.
It was not only her face—her body, too, seemed like a piece of melted wax. As she shrank by more than ten centimeters, her figure became more voluptuous and curvaceous.
Her long red hair rustled softly. As it drew back upward, its color gradually deepened from red to black.
Even her originally fair skin turned dark brown as her hair became black.
Herpo stepped out through the door leading to the laboratory and looked at "Lily Evans." "Circe, are you really that impatient?"
"Herpo, don't forget..." Circe twisted her neck, her slightly hoarse, low voice tinged with disgust. "Why I became that woman in the first place."
"Making a woman become another woman, then having to approach a man who likes that woman—I have to keep convincing myself. It's exhausting!"
"Really? You actually get tired?" Calchas followed behind Herpo, his gaze settling on Circe. "Now that's rare..."
He sat down directly in an armchair and rubbed his eyes. "I thought you were enjoying it. That Snape is practically ready to offer you his soul."
"I mean..." He suddenly realized something and turned to look at Voldemort, his tone carrying a touch more panic. "It's just a figure of speech."
"I think the one Snape is most loyal to must still be Voldemort... There's absolutely no question about that. I was only describing what I saw."
"I understand that it