Delayed Spellcasting

"Why hasn't Professor Snape come out yet?!"

"I want to know how he got so pale. Feels like if a zombie walked past him, it'd take two breaths of his vital energy."

"What's vital energy?"

"Don't worry about the details!"

"I want to know how to get a great body. Even if it's only temporary!"

"Aren't you afraid of losing house points?"

"No! To some extent, the school year's already over. Usually, they won't add or deduct points now!"

"What about when Harry Potter and the others were first-years?"

"Those were points added by the headmaster. How can that be the same?"

"Now I kind of want to be headmaster too."

Harry, who had gone down to the dungeons intending to talk with his mother, stood there completely dumbfounded.

Right now, outside Snape's office—a place every student had avoided like the plague in the past—was a crowd of younger students whose exams had ended a week ago.

Harry had no choice but to slink out of the dungeons, terrified that these excited younger students would spot him.

He had clearly seen that among the students crowding around the office were several members of the Harry Potter Club.

Perhaps because his body was simply too robust, far beyond that of an ordinary person.

And perhaps because he had inadvertently used the Wind magic Dumbledore had taught him.

In just a few strides, he became a blur in everyone else's eyes.

By the time he came back to himself, he had reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

This spot happened to be near the Black Lake.

Splash! A shark rose from the depths of the calm lake.

Harry was about to raise his wand when he realized that the shark before him was a wizard.

He had a human lower body