Success

The professors were always efficient. Only on the second day, Eli received a reply from Professor Flitwick.

Looking at the panting state of the owl, it seemed as though its wings were about to flap until they broke.

The owl pecked Eli's hand, which was a signal for a tip!

After giving it a bit of dried lizard, it flew away.

Holding Professor Flitwick's letter, Eli felt somewhat apprehensive. What should he do if the professor turned him down?

The letter was already in his hand, and Eli felt like he was unboxing a blind box.

Opening the letter, Eli scanned it ten lines at a time.

Success!

Eli almost jumped for joy.

Not only did Professor Flitwick agree, but he also expressed great delight at Eli's invitation.

This could also be considered a chance for Professor Flitwick to show off his skills in front of students.

Because he was a half-blood goblin, he was extremely short in stature and usually looked very amiable, so the students never thought he could be a dueling master.

Having once won a dueling championship, he naturally had a deep passion for dueling, only unable to display it because of his teaching duties.

Now that Eli had founded the Dueling Club and invited him to serve as a guiding professor, it finally gave him a chance.

At the same time, it was out of trust in Eli. In his impression, Eli had always been diligent, hardworking, extremely talented, and very polite.

He had even said more than once that Eli was the most talented student he had ever met.

Therefore, when Eli invited him to join the Dueling Club, he readily agreed.

He even asked the owl to deliver the letter via express post.

He also wrote a reply letter to Professor McGonagall.

So, barring any accidents, his Dueling Club was about to be approved and established!

After a while, Professor McGonagall sent a letter stating that his Dueling Club had been approved and established, and it would be widely announced on the school bulletin board.

This was precisely what Eli wanted; he wanted to let more people join the Dueling Club.

He wasn't afraid of failing to suppress these people when the time came. To put it bluntly, aside from the professors, not a single person in the entire school was his match.

Therefore, he really wasn't panicked in the slightest.

He wrote two letters, sending them to Harry, Ron Weasley, and the twins respectively, to inform them of the good news about the club's establishment.

Hehe, I, Eli, am now also a person in charge!

In high spirits, he began to study the guide book given to him by Professor McGonagall once more.

This was what a top student was like—studying at the drop of a hat.

Harry and the others had said more than once that Eli ought to be sorted into Ravenclaw!

Hermione Granger too.

Were these two simply study maniacs, or what?

A study maniac? Eli expressed that he was extremely honored to receive this title.

The moment he got the book yesterday, he studied straight through the entire night.

He had to admit that Professor McGonagall, as a master of Transfiguration, wrote books that were truly awesome.

Coupled with the fact that she herself was one of the few surviving Animagi.

All of Britain added up to less than a handful.

In this book on the Animagus, the method for cultivating an Animagus was recorded in great detail.

Moreover, there were many problems that would arise during the process along with their solutions.

To say this was the strongest supplementary teaching material was not an exaggeration in the least.

Through his research, Eli arrived at a conclusion: practicing the Animagus was truly difficult!

Furthermore, it was extremely perilous, and the process was terribly cumbersome.

First, one had to keep a Mandrake leaf in one's mouth during a full moon, holding it there all the way until the next full moon.

During this period, one could neither swallow it nor spit it out, or else one would have to start all over again.

Wasn't this just messing with one's mentality? Eating and drinking were both done in fear and trembling.

After the full moon, one took it out and placed it in a crystal vial filled with saliva.

How disgusting was that? Yuck...

Moreover, if that day happened to be overcast—meaning the moon could not be seen—then one had to start all over again.

How massive must the psychological trauma be?

If the above steps were all successful, one had to add a hair of one's own and a spoonful of dew under the moonlight.

The dew had to be dew that had not been disturbed by sunlight and humans for a full seven days.

Just tell me if this thing wasn't overly fussy—not disturbed by humans, so am I not a human?

Next, add a Death's-head Hawkmoth Pupa, and finally place the mixture in a place where the sun and living creatures could not be seen.

It was best to bury it, and wait for a thunderstorm to take the potion out again, at which point the potion would be successful.

While waiting for the thunderstorm, one also had to chant an incantation every single day at sunrise and sunset until feeling a second heartbeat.

Back then, after reading all these things, Eli had almost cursed aloud.

He didn't dare to imagine what the first wizard to complete an Animagus had actually done to himself!

It was bad enough that these steps were extremely tedious, but they didn't even guarantee success.

Many people, even if they successfully completed the brewing of the potion, would still fail the transformation.

According to Professor McGonagall's research, this was related to a person's magic power.

If the magic power was too meager, the transformation would fail.

Because an Animagus consumed an extreme amount of magic power, once the magic power was exhausted midway through the transformation.

Then they would probably just get stuck right there.

If things went badly, they would end up as a lizard-man.

Of course, preserving one's little life would be considered fortunate; many people directly paid with their lives!

Moreover, an Animagus would only turn into an ordinary animal; at least historically, there had never been an Animagus of a magical creature.

However, Eli guessed that this might have some connection to the soul.

The souls of magical creatures were always stronger than those of ordinary animals.

Therefore, turning into a magical creature would place a greater burden on the soul, which resulted in many people simply not having enough to transform into Fantastic Beasts.

Of course, this was also just based on Professor McGonagall's conjecture.

Given his current level, being able to smoothly complete the Animagus would already be unprecedented.

Mastering the Animagus at such a young age was simply a miracle.

However, Eli still very much wanted to accomplish this miracle.

After all, his magic power and soul already possessed a large margin over others to begin with, and they were still growing at a high speed.

As long as his Transfiguration went up, there would basically be no major problems.

Yet the difficulty lay right here: he currently had to juggle school classes, study Potions with Snape, maintain the Dueling Club, and later on, run the potion factory.

Eli's head instantly felt twice as large; he wished he could split himself into multiple parts.

Did magic really not have a Shadow Clone?

He only hoped the potion factory could be built quickly. Once he had the little money, he would suffer while being happy about it.

Hehe...

Consequently, Eli added yet another task for himself: complete the Animagus before the summer vacation!

Naturally, that wouldn't work right now; where on earth were there thunderstorms in the winter?

Springtime was required at the very least.

Therefore, Eli still had time to accumulate knowledge of Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall would provide him with enormous help!

Eli immediately wrote a letter home, asking for several more human anatomy books to be sent to him.

After all, he was going to perform Human Transfiguration; how could he do it without understanding the human body?

Only, this thing certainly didn't give him anything to practice on with his hands; he couldn't dissect his roommates, could he?

Right, roommates...

Bah, bah, bah! His thoughts wandered off the path again!

How could he dissect his roommates when they were so cute?

That little frame of Draco's ought to...

Ah, ah, ah! What kind of strange thoughts are these, get out of my head!

At Malfoy Manor, Draco suddenly sneezed...