Veela Bloodline Leap

"You're really strong now," Krum exclaimed as he picked up the wand and noticed Harry's foot stuck in the dent.

He frowned. "Why are you so surprised? I remember Dumbledore saying that [Dakuwaqa] can transform me into a shark."

Hmm. Actually, my Transfiguration seem to have improved a lot as well.

If my past level was a 60, then now it's at least a 100.

"Let me interject," Dumbledore waved his hand, "If you choose the Animagus path as your development direction, your Transfiguration may improve even more."

The power granted to you by the magic of "Champion's Glory" is not just a pipe dream.

In fact, what you just demonstrated is a sophisticated form of Human Transfiguration.

To help you take this step.

Your Transfiguration will naturally be improved accordingly.

Just as Harry was endowed with superb martial arts skills, he also gained combat experience.

Dumbledore paused, then grinned mischievously. "I noticed that just now. Harry looked at your neck several times after he opened his eyes."

It seems he intends to deliver a direct, physical blow to you with his wand.

"No wonder my neck felt so cold." Krum leaned closer to Ilvas.

"Really?" Harry scratched the back of his head as he pulled his right hand out of his pocket and released his wand.

To ease the awkwardness, he looked at Phoebe, who was still asleep.

Phoebe kept her eyes closed, just as she had when they were talking.

Outwardly, she appeared unchanged.

But only Phoebe knew the astonishing changes that were taking place within her body at that moment.

All the Care of Magical Creatures and humanoid races of today were born under the indirect or direct influence of wizards.

Even more extreme, some are born directly from the wizards themselves through magical Transfiguration or by being cursed.

The same applies to humanoid races like Goblin Veela, who can rival wizards.

Therefore, there is no reproductive isolation between wizards and them.

This is why Half-Veela are so perfect.

But Phoebe is not your average Half-Veela.

Having consumed Ryan's Potions multiple times, the Veela bloodline within her has undergone several upgrades and leaps.

At the same time, it was perfectly transformed into one aspect of the wizard's essence, existing as a pure talent.

But extremes beget their opposites. Her unprecedentedly powerful Veela bloodline, after touching the barrier between demigods and gods, began to regress in a more primal and powerful direction.

The first one is the direction of the Veela, who transformed herself because of her love of beauty, and later became the target of too much attention from male witches. She was cursed by jealousy and became a witch with a human face and bird form.

It could be said that if Ryan hadn't frequently used physical connections to adjust her form, Phoebe might have become even more beautiful, but also possessed a more powerful and terrifying human-faced bird form.

Clearly, this was something Phoebe herself did not want.

Now, the real opportunity has arrived for her to completely abandon the human-faced bird form of the Veela bloodline within her.

With the help of the fresh Potions that Ryan had just infused into her through their connection, the Affection Power transformed into a tangible, alluring, and demonic life force.

It injected a structure called DNA, which is even smaller than a cell and spirally intertwined.

It broke apart, but with the support of that life force, it kept rebuilding itself, leaping towards a more perfect and powerful direction.

Phoebe felt the warm liquid that had just been injected into her body evaporating and getting hot.

The Dieting Magic I had learned earlier began to operate with a loud, clattering sound, like the incessant whistle of a train.

Her perception was also confused by all of this.

It was as if he had only shivered.

It was like a fleeting moment.

It's all over.

She opened her eyes.

She glanced at the people whose attention was focused on her, and at her surroundings.

It's obvious that more than a second has passed.

She now seems to have a keen sense of magic as well.

In her perception, Krum's magic began to be filled with the scent of the ocean, and she could vaguely hear a shark roaring.

Just like Professor McGonagall, whose magic kept meowing when she borrowed Ryan's vision.

As for Harry Potter...

His tight-fitting robe, his disheveled trouser legs, and the large crater that appeared out of nowhere in the distance all spoke volumes.

He seemed to have undergone a physical change.

The magic was still the same as when it borrowed Ryan's vision—holy yet corrupt, filled with the scent of fire dragons and Phoenix.

However, right now, everyone is looking at her with a somewhat blank expression.

Even Dumbledore, who could always look at her with clear eyes, was no exception.

"Oh no, have I fallen for a woman?" That's what Dumbledore was thinking at that moment.

For the first time in his life, he felt a spark of attraction towards a woman.

A girl who is almost a hundred years younger than him.

It's worth noting that he remained completely calm even when facing Grindelwald.

Everything changed after the girl opened her eyes.

The sky seemed to brighten again, and the sun chased away the moon, leaving it hanging in the sky.

The withered flowers bloomed again, and the faint fragrance of tulips wafted through the air.

But the girl herself was no longer breathtakingly beautiful.

The skin no longer glows, and the hair no longer moves without wind, shimmering with silver light.

In short, the part of her beauty that was extraordinary and clearly abnormal disappeared.

This is also different from the first individual competition when it was enhanced by War Magic.

Now, her beauty seems natural.

Phoebe, naturally beautiful without any artifice.

Before you knew it, she had entered your heart.

Like a sudden gust of wind, it is unstoppable and unpredictable.

Until "What's wrong with you all!"

A clear and charming voice rang out.

Dumbledore, and the others, had just woken up.

Room of Requirement, Kate's lips were pouting so much they could practically hang an oil bottle on them.

"You brat, this isn't fair!" Kate exclaimed, standing up. "I want to learn this magic too, to become beautiful!"

Ryan coughed. "Just a reminder, the hard requirement for joining the Champion's Glory is being famous enough."

Harry and his friends gained considerable fame throughout Europe and even the entire Wizarding World Triwizard Tournament. And you—"

Ryan extended his index finger and shook it from side to side.

"Furthermore, you also need to give people the impression of being a great beauty."

At least the kind that is widely known.

Kate, I'm not saying you're not pretty. On the contrary, I think you're adorable.

The kind that's most precious to me.

"But your beauty is too much." Ryan sighed, looking at Kate, whose figure was no different from that of a twelve-year-old girl.

"Then just research something for me. I know you can do it," Kate said, looking at her toes in exasperation.

"How about we watch something more interesting?" Ryan decided to change the subject. "Like... next Thursday, June 30th."

What was the preview for the night Voldemort gradually regained his form before his resurrection?

"Is it funny?" Kate wiped away her tears.

"Very interesting."

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