Animagus, Constant Form?

"No!"

"So close!"

Two heart-wrenching screams echoed inside the Room of Requirement.

Lucien watched as Ron and Malfoy pounded their chests in anguish, shook his head, and handed the two copies of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them to Find Them" to Hermione and Harry respectively.

The former naturally came in first place in this final exam, while the latter won the Most Improved Student Award.

The two accepted their prizes and thanked Lucien.

Harry opened the cover and saw Newt Scamander's autograph. He glanced at the dejected Ron and Malfoy, and couldn't help but ask:

"Lucien, although Ron has told me about Newt's status and the value of autographed books, isn't this a bit...?"

Harry lowered his voice again.

"Isn't Ron and the others' reaction a bit too exaggerated?"

Lucien found the two's behavior amusing.

"It's alright, they'll recover."

Ron was looking at the book's economic value, while Malfoy was looking at its reputational value.

Actually, after learning that the reward for the final exam was a signed book by Newt, Malfoy had privately approached him, asking if he could exchange it for something else.

Malfoy certainly didn't care how much the book was worth, but he really wanted something so rare.

Ideally, it should be one of a kind, unique in the whole world.

Lucien was well aware of the habits of these Pure-blood nobles, or rather, the noble group as a whole.

They don't care about the things themselves; they just enjoy the sense of superiority that comes with owning them.

What they wanted was a feeling, a feeling of being superior.

Hermione hugged the book, her face beaming with joy and pride.

She didn't care about any exam rewards; being number one was a reward in itself.

However, the little shrine maiden naturally wouldn't refuse the accompanying gift.

"Harry, getting a signed copy of Mr. Scamander's book in the Wizarding World, compared to what we do..."

"It's like we had afternoon tea with Ms. Hepburn."

Hearing Hermione's analogy, Harry immediately understood. He had never been exposed to the wizarding world in his first eleven years; he was relatively more familiar with Muggle life.

These were all celebrities in their respective worlds, and the renowned ones at that. Harry suddenly understood the value of the book in his hand.

Harry hugged the book tightly, lost in thought.

"Hermione, now that you mention it, I understand. I wonder what it was like to be around that lady?"

"She was an elegant, and, well, a kind and gentle lady."

Lucien was tidying up the students' exam papers when he casually remarked.

These words drew the attention of both Harry and Hermione.

"Um, well, Lucien, you, you didn't actually, you really had afternoon tea with Ms. Hepburn, did you?"

Harry asked hesitantly, finding it somewhat absurd, but then he thought, if Lucien could correspond with Newt Scamander and get his autograph, then how could he possibly be like Audrey Hepburn...?

Lucien looked up, gathered his test papers, and looked at Harry with a soft laugh:

"If you can maintain this performance next semester, will you be included?"

These words instantly unsettled Harry and Hermione. To be honest, this was a bigger shock to them Lucien being able to contact and communicate with Newt!

"You really did have tea with Hepburn!"

What does your family do?

Lucien picked up the exam paper and walked towards the door.

"Being in business means I know more people. You can come visit my house during summer vacation; it's quite big..."

Christmas Eve.

The leaden sky was cold and silent, as if wrapped in a damp, chilly wool blanket.

Lucien patted the little Qilin.

"Just try it the way I told you."

"Go."

Liuguang nodded, and his figure immediately transformed into a faint shooting star, heading straight for the thick clouds!

Just as it disappeared into the sea of clouds, dozens of crimson-gold flames erupted from it.

It looked like wisps of fire torn from the sun, or like a torrent formed from melted meteorites.

The fiery dragons did not burn haphazardly, but rather seemed to be alive, dancing and rising around the Qilin's body.

Wherever the flames reached, the frigid air emitted a deafening roar as it was rapidly heated and expanded, forming a powerful upward surge of heat.

The once stable atmosphere was completely torn apart by this unreasonable force.

The clouds churned and boiled violently, like an ice lake tossed with scalding rocks.

Countless water vapors were instantly evaporated by this heat wave, cooled at high altitudes, and condensed into enormous, mountain-like cumulonimbus clouds at an unprecedented speed and scale.

The rain poured down.

Lucien held up his wand, and a transparent umbrella of air enveloped his head.

Looking up through the ripples of the pattering raindrops, I see the thick clouds and the occasional glimmer of light within them.

He recalled his conversation with the system a few days ago:

"System, Liuguang doesn't have Magic Circuit within her body, so her power isn't the same as the magic of this world, is that right?"

[It resembles magic in form, but is fundamentally different; the Liuguang does not belong to this world.]

[It is a mythical creature from another world.]

After receiving this answer.

Lucien also came to understand some of the special abilities the little Qilin had displayed: its unrestrained Apparition and its horns that could block magic...

That's why he asked Dumbledore during that conversation while eating hotpot earlier whether a storm without magic was feasible.

Let's see what changes occur.

Lucien looked down at the stones laid out on the ground, a vortex appearing in his eyes.

Through the soil and the box, he used his Eye of Magic Sight to directly observe the crystal vial, carefully analyzing the magical changes in the solution within.

"Boom--!"

Inside the cloud, the updrafts catalyzed by the flames surged wildly, and ice crystals and water droplets collided violently, generating terrifying electrical charges.

A pale white bolt of lightning suddenly cleaved through the dark clouds.

Immediately following, thunder rumbled in; it wasn't a distant, muffled rumble, but a deafening explosion right overhead.

Crimson flames tumbled and flickered in the inky black clouds, each flash illuminating the roaring network of lightning within.

The extreme heat and cold clashed violently, creating strong winds and torrential rain.

A rare storm of thunder and lightning, born entirely from the power of mythical creatures, violently announced its arrival.

"It's done!"

In the instant the first lightning bolt struck and thunder roared.

Lucien saw it; the magic inside the solution began to boil.

What were originally like interwoven black and white threads have now merged together.

Between black and white, a touch of scarlet emerges.

In the blink of an eye, red instantly filled the entire area, leaving no trace of black or white.

Once the flow of magic stabilizes.

Lucien waved his wand, lifting the soil and summoning the box into his hand.

Taking a deep breath, Lucien gently opened the box, his gaze fixed on the crystal medicine bottle.

What came into view was a mouthful of blood-red magic potion.

Lucien recalled the second heartbeat he felt when he touched his chest with his wand and recited the Animagus spell for the third time.

Preparations are complete.

Once you drink this potion, there's no turning back...

The next instant, Liuguang's figure flashed directly to Lucien's side.

Lucien gathered his thoughts and reached out to hold the little Qilin.

The scene before them changed in an instant, and they appeared in an open space surrounded by tall trees that could be seen everywhere in the Forbidden Forest.

Before Lucien could give any instructions, a crimson-gold Purifying Fire emerged from the little Qilin's body, enveloping the entire open space.

Seeing this, Lucien chuckled softly, took out a small bottle of dew from his pocket, and let it float in front of Liuguang.

Lucien unscrewed the crystal potion bottle, the blood-red potion inside swaying slightly. He gently raised it towards the little Qilin.

"Merry Christmas."

"Cheers."

(Two chapters are linked together @´_`@)

On the open ground enveloped in crimson-gold flames.

Lucien pointed the tip of his wand at his heart and chanted the spell:

"Amato Animo Animato Animagus"

He then drank the blood-red potion in one gulp.

Almost the instant the potion entered his stomach, Lucien felt intense pain and two rapid heartbeats.

One belongs to him, and the other to the heartbeat he hears when he chants mantras every day.

At this moment, however, their two heartbeats became especially loud and clear, like the sound of drums beating in Lucien's ears.

This is a normal procedure, no problem.

Next, the creature you are about to transform into should appear in your mind.

It was too late to escape the promised change.

Lucien tried to calm himself and waited patiently...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

However, apart from the excruciating pain, the two heartbeats remained.

Lucien did not sense any other changes, nor did any creature come to mind.

Logically, the next animal image that best fits the characteristics of a wizard should appear.

This is a step that the wizard cannot decide.

The moment the animal form appears, the wizard must recall how it Transfiguration.

This requires the wizard to possess extremely comprehensive knowledge of Transfiguration.

Both talent and experience are indispensable.

However, no animals appeared in Lucien's mind at all!

The pain seemed to originate from within the cells, surging forth like waves.

Lucien couldn't notice that the dark green color in his eyes was gradually spreading, slowly encroaching on the whites of his eyes.

The corners of his mouth were slowly turning up in an unconscious smile.

No, no, no...

"Owner..."

"Master, Master!"

The little Qilin's voice exploded in Lucien's mind, allowing him to regain a sliver of clarity amidst his pain.

Lucien subconsciously looked at Liuguang, his eyes meeting hers, which were as clear as glass.

I...

My face...

This mask...

Reflected in the little Qilin's eyes.

Lucien saw that his face was covered by a mask that was half real and half illusory.

The shape of the black and green mask changed wildly, sometimes fitting a human body, sometimes resembling a bird, and sometimes looking like a tiger or wolf...

Loki's Faceless!

Animagus, Transfiguration, Transfiguration...

A sudden, unexpected inspiration flashed through Lucien's mind like lightning.

That was a sentence I saw when I first got this mask:

[Constancy is the limitation of mortals; for Loki, change is the only reality.]

Yes, change!

Following that intuition.

Lucien quickly constructed a biological model in his mind.

This attention to detail extends to every blood vessel, muscle, feather...

The next instant, excruciating pain enveloped him once more.

This appears to originate from the remodeling of every single cell.

Lucien heard his bones crackle and snap, stretching, Transfiguration, and reconstructing rapidly.

The skin was torn, but instead of bleeding, it was covered by something surging forth—countless stiff feathers with a dark golden sheen.

Lucien felt his vision begin to distort and widen; his human color perception was being stripped away, replaced by an incredibly sharp and layered visual experience.

A clear cry followed.

His gaze suddenly shot upwards, riding the lingering winds of the storm, transforming into a dark golden lightning bolt that shot straight into the sea of clouds.

Liuguang picked up Lucien's wand, and Auspicious Cloud rose beneath her feet as she leaped into the sky, dancing with her master.

In its eyes, its master had transformed into a golden-feathered eagle.

Lucien felt the power of the flapping wings and quickly became the anomaly behind the Animagus.

As we climbed higher into the sky, almost touching the clouds...

Lucien suddenly stopped using his wings.

No, it's not over yet.

A human figure clearly visualized in my mind.

Almost without a pause, Lucien instantly reverted to his original appearance.

Normally, a newly minted Animagus wizard needs some time to familiarize himself with the process before he can transform back into human form.

But Lucien transformed directly from an animal into a human form.

Just as Liuguang was about to approach and catch its falling owner.

"No need to answer."

Without retrieving his wand, Lucien conjured up another creature in his mind.

This time, the creatures were smaller and more beautiful.

That is, the moment the biological model is completed.

Lucien's figure changed again.

A butterfly, entirely dark green with colorful patterns painted on its wings, suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Fluttering its soft wings, Lucien deftly dodged the sparse raindrops and slowly descended from the sky.

As we approached Black Lake, the thick ice sheet was already right in front of us.

"Liuguang, melt a hole for me, it doesn't need to be too big."

"Yes, Master."

A tiny wisp of Purifying Fire emerged from the little Qilin's mouth, instantly melting through the ice and reaching the pitch-black lake water.

Instead of reverting to human form, Lucien directly constructed a new being.

In an instant, the beautiful, delicate butterfly twisted Transfiguration into a colorful carp.

"Thump!"

Transformed into a fish, Lucien followed the ice cave and plunged into the Black Lake.

Seeing its master disappear, Liuguang immediately shrank in size and plunged into the lake.

But when it got underwater, it only saw a short, thick, silvery-gray big-headed fish, which was also staring at it.

Looking at this fish, which was completely different from the one before, the little Qilin was also puzzled and tentatively asked:

"Master, why have you become like this again?"

The big-headed fish blew a bubble.

"I was having so much fun just now that I forgot it's very cold now, the koi can't stand it."

"I see, Master. Are you Animagus now?"

The big-headed fish blew another bubble, then swam aimlessly in one direction, swaying its tail.

"Yes."

"However, I'm a little different from other Animagus."

Lucien recalled the process from drinking the potion to actually completing the Transfiguration.

Loki's Faceless.

That SSS-level Transfiguration talent was considered extraordinary, belonging to the realm of gods.

The moment he became Animagus truly revealed that incomprehensible mystery.

The fact that no particular creature image appeared in my mind at the time was not because I had failed.

It's not that it's unnecessary.

A normal Animagus can only Transfiguration one type of organism, and once transformed, that Transfiguration is fixed.

At the same time, wizards cannot decide what kind of creature they become; they have no choice but to choose based on their own characteristics, with only one being the most suitable.

Lucien has proven this in subsequent attempts.

One's own Animagus, without that kind of limitation.

Do as you please, changeable and unpredictable.

Well, perhaps I should also Malfoy for the book "Inspiration and Divination" he gave me.

Using his methods to cultivate and enhance inspiration helped me at that crucial moment.

This made me recall that crucial sentence even faster:

For mortals, constancy is a limitation; for Loki, change is the only reality...