Magical Creature Transfiguration, Harry the Flyer
When the glow of the Transfiguration faded, Voldemort's expression froze.
A fully grown Norwegian Ridgeback appeared out of nowhere, forcibly reassembling and bringing the original platform to life.
The dragon's spines sliced through the scorching air, its black wings casting long shadows as it spread, and a faint smell of sulfur emanated from its white mouth and nostrils.
Voldemort's crimson pupils suddenly contracted.
"This is impossible..."
He had witnessed advanced Transfiguration before, but this was Magical Creatures conjured from Transfiguration?
Because of the differences and mutual repulsion between Magic Circuit, wizards are unable to create circuits for Magical Creatures, and therefore cannot Transfiguration Magical Creatures.
Wizards who attempt to enter this field either create grotesque monsters or transform themselves into monsters...
How could such Transfiguration, which borders on taboo, possibly come from the hands of a mere wizard!
Lucien reached out and stroked the Fire Dragon's skin, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.
Hearing the system notification, Lucien became even more certain that he had succeeded.
To repay Loki's Faceless loan, one needs to perfectly master Transfiguration.
Building upon existing knowledge of Transfiguration, it is also necessary to develop new directions.
Lucien's answer was Magical Creature Transfiguration.
The obstacle preventing wizards from reaching this realm is: the Magic Circuit.
Repairing the little Unicorn's Magic Circuit earlier allowed him to take a real step forward on this path.
Once you take the first step, you'll see the direction.
The learning and accumulation over the past year allowed the seeds of talent to sprout, take root, grow, and finally bear fruit.
"Lucien, have you forgotten my teachings? The mutual exclusion of Magic Circuit..."
A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of Voldemort's lips.
Transfiguration into a Norwegian Ridgeback?
It's all show and no substance!
No matter how realistic Transfiguration creation may be, it can never truly simulate the Magic Circuit that originate from one's bloodline.
However, the next second, Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted.
The dragon opened its massive jaws, but instead of the usual flames brewing, countless illusory runes swirled and solidified as if they were alive.
In an instant, a dragon's breath, not simply flames but a dark red color, carrying the broken runes, surged toward Voldemort like molten lava.
The air was instantly sucked away, and wherever the dragon's breath passed, even the protective magic Voldemort had laid down began to crumble on its own!
"Lucien, um, what should I do now?"
Harry was brought to Lucien, the ropes binding him already burned away by the Liuguang.
Watching Lucien and Voldemort's magical show, Harry felt he couldn't really get involved, but he also felt it wasn't good to just stand by and watch, so he asked for help.
Lucien swung his staff, unleashing several Undetectable Extension Charm that made the room more than ten times larger, allowing the Transfiguration Fire Dragon to fight Voldemort.
Hmm, watching animal fights is quite interesting.
No wonder some people aspire to become pet training masters.
Hearing Harry's question, Lucien glanced at him sideways.
They found that the kid only had some dust on him from rolling around on the ground, and his glasses were slightly askew, but otherwise he was perfectly fine.
Tonight's experiment is almost finished. I've assessed my magical abilities and completed the Transfiguration of the Magical Creatures...
"Okay, you stay still for now."
After Lucien spoke, Harry instinctively straightened up, and then saw Lucien tapping him with his wand.
"Iron Head Charm"
"Pain Be Gone"
"Protego"
"..."
"Two-Point Traction"
After Lucien finished reciting the last spell, a tiny glowing point stuck to Harry's chest. He then waved his wand, and the other end of the glowing point flew straight towards Voldemort.
Voldemort had just seized an opening in the Fire Dragon's defenses. After all, it was just Magical Creatures, and a manifestation of it, so its intelligence was still not high enough. Voldemort was preparing to unleash a curse to kill it instantly.
A fluorescent pattern was stuck to his chest.
"Harry Summoning!"
As Lucien softly chanted the spell, Harry was instantly airborne!
The crimson-gold Purifying Fire enveloped Harry's body, but it only gave him a feeling of warmth.
Under Lucien's control, Harry assumed a Superman flying pose and crashed straight into Voldemort.
The crimson-gold flames flowed and swayed behind Harry like a cloak.
Voldemort was bewildered, but instinctively tried to avoid Harry.
Voldemort's face almost made intimate contact with Harry's fist.
But just as Voldemort was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the glowing light on his chest suddenly shone brightly.
Harry's flight path twisted strangely, and under Lucien's control, his body swayed, delivering a sweeping kick that knocked Voldemort to the ground.
"Ah!"
Blue smoke rose from Voldemort's chest, and red blisters appeared on his exposed skin.
The excruciating pain emanating from his soul caused Voldemort to scream in agony, and for a time he was even unable to retaliate.
The next second, Harry was pressed right up against Voldemort.
A soft glow emanated from Harry, but for Voldemort, it was nothing short of torture.
At the same time, the flaming cloak attached to Harry enveloped both of them. Harry was naturally unaware, but Voldemort once again experienced the burning pain as if he were immersed in lava.
Struggling to wave the wand and unleash magic.
"Bloody Wounds"
Call out!
A crimson blade shot out from the tip of Lucien's staff, severing Voldemort's hand.
Voldemort turned to look at Lucien, his eyes filled with malice.
"Use the magic I taught you against me?!"
Lucien calmly watched Voldemort, which could be considered as avenging Selenia and the others.
call--
A cold, eerie wind blew, briefly suppressing the scorching heat in the room.
Voldemort ignited Quirrell's soul with a curse, creating a chance for himself to escape.
A cloud of icy black mist drifted out of Quirrell's mind and rushed rapidly toward the ceiling.
Lucien made a token attempt to intercept him, but couldn't truly capture him before destroying Voldemort 'Horcrux.
After breaking through a layer of Purifying Fire, the black mist thinned out and disappeared directly into the stone wall.
Lucien walked toward Harry and Quirrell, and flames along the way automatically parted to make way for him.
He swung his wand to separate the two, and Harry seemed to have fallen unconscious due to the collision of his soul with Voldemort's.
And Quirrell...
His breathing grew weaker and weaker, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually became calmer.
But Quirrell looked somewhat dazed, his gaze unfocused.
Quirrell laboriously shifted his gaze slightly to Lucien, his lips moving slightly.
After being possessed by Voldemort, he had bad intentions and did bad things.
But it wasn't until Voldemort's soul departed that Quirrell awoke from his daze, truly realizing what he had experienced and what choices he had made...
Quirrell opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end only managed to utter one sentence:
"What bad luck, I shouldn't have gone to that forest."