May is the busiest time at Hogwarts, as students are all studying hard for the upcoming exams.
Fred and George were clearly an exception; the O.W.L. exams were fast approaching, but they didn't seem to care, spending their days writing letters to shops all over the place, promoting Shadow Concealment Stone.
Losing your source of income all at once is undoubtedly a very painful thing.
After Dumbledore explicitly banned the sale of Shadow Concealment Stone, they urgently needed to explore new markets.
Besides, several days have passed since Peter's escape, and there has been no news of him since, nor any follow-up reports in the newspapers.
The Ministry of Magic has probably suppressed the news.
Morris, on the other hand, had been anticipating the arrival of a storm.
This way he could stop the daily Animagus preparations—a rather tedious task.
Finally, one night in late May...
Morris stood by the dormitory window, looking at the raging wind and rain outside, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Such unusual weather is extremely rare for this time of year.
But to him, it was just the right time.
It's time to set off.
Morris gently pushed open the dormitory door, walked through the corridor, and arrived at the Ravenclaw Common Room.
The fire in the fireplace was almost out, and Kevin was asleep, slumped over the table. Beside him were three or four thick reference books that could probably kill someone; he had probably fallen asleep while studying.
This kind of thing is all too common during exam season.
Even in Ravenclaw, Kevin was considered an extremely hardworking person.
Morris planned to wake him up when he returned.
He left the lounge, departed the castle, and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.
At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he summoned the Skeleton Unicorn and mounted it.
Let's go.
The Unicorn took a step, its bony hooves making almost no sound as they trod on the muddy ground.
The raindrops pelted down, but Morris waved his wand and cast a waterproof spell, keeping the rain out.
About five minutes later, he arrived at the large tree where he had previously buried the Animagus Potions.
He slid off the Skeleton Unicorn's back, crouched beside the tree roots, and gently waved his wand.
A small bottle flew out of the ground and landed steadily in his palm.
The liquid inside had turned red.
"Very good, "Morris nodded to himself.
This means that so far, everything is going well.
Suddenly, Morris sensed something.
He stuffed the bottle into his pocket and turned to look behind him.
Through the rain, several tall, indistinct figures emerged from the depths of the woods.
It's Centaur.
The Centaur's eyesight was clearly much better than his.
Before he could even see the other person clearly, a furious roar reached his ears, "It's you! You've come again! You evil creature!"
Then another voice said, "Don't be impulsive, Bane, we've confirmed it..."
Morris shook his head.
What bad luck—but he was referring to the Centaur on the other side.
Unfortunately, he had more important things to do tonight and didn't have time to play fun little games with her.
He dismounted, flicked his robe, and put the Skeleton Unicorn into a magic circle.
Then, he waved his arm toward the Centaur.
" Skeleton Summoning!"
In the mud splashed up by the rain, one skeleton after another emerged from the ground.
Alright, go have some fun.
After doing all this, Morris decisively activated Fixed-Point Teleportation, leaving the Centaur dumbfounded.
When his feet touched the ground again, he was back in the room of the Ship in a Bottle.
Now no one will bother him.
Morris smiled slightly and said to the undead owl perched on the wall, "Time to get to work, Yanhua. Keep watch around the ship for me, don't let anyone near."
Although the Ship in a Bottle is currently drifting in the middle of the Black Lake, it's always good to have an extra layer of security.
During the Animagus Transformation, it must not be disturbed by anything, because if it fails, the consequences will be terrible.
As Professor McGonagall warned, the aftereffects include, but are not limited to, permanent bestiality.
Yanhua shook its feathers, creating several shadow clones that emerged from the crack in the door, while its main body remained in place to keep watch.
Morris walked to the armchair next to him and sat down, then took the bottle of Animagus Potions from his pocket with a sense of relief.
The red liquid swayed slightly inside.
Who exactly came up with this idea?
After a moment, Morris shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
He took out his wand and pointed it at his heart, preparing to take the final, and most crucial, step.
"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."
After reciting the incantation, he drank the Potions.
It has a slightly astringent taste upon entry, followed by a sweet aftertaste.
But that's not important.
Soon after, he felt intense pain and a second heartbeat.
Deep within his consciousness, the animal form about to Transfiguration gradually emerged—unsurprisingly, it was a raven, just like his Patronus.
I don't know how much time passed.
When Morris came to his senses again, he found himself much shorter and his body felt strange to the touch.
Animagus, it's a success!
Morris flapped his wings with delight, lightly and naturally, as if he had been born to fly.
He circled once above the room before finally landing on the Yanhua stand.
Yanhua tilted its head, staring at the large, dark bird in front of it with a puzzled look.
What about his enormous owner?
Meanwhile, Morris was carefully sensing his new body.
This feels completely different from the Transfiguration Spell.
Transfiguration Spell are merely superficial changes, while Animagus is a more profound Transfiguration, concerning something deeper within the wizard.
However, when Morris examined his own mental world, he was momentarily stunned.
How could this be...?
Deep within his mental world, a strange spell model had appeared without his knowledge.
This spell model was hidden very well; only his extremely powerful Mental Power allowed him to barely detect it.
Besides, it is extremely crude, even rudimentary, and completely different from the exquisite and perfect spell models in the Book of the Mage.
But it is indeed a spell model.
There is no doubt that this is the effect of the Animagus.
but...
.. Why?
Morris stroked his chin, lost in thought.
An interesting phenomenon.
He tried to transform back into human form; the spell model didn't disappear, it just dimmed a bit.
When he transformed back into a raven, the spell model lit up again.
After studying it for a while, Morris had a rough guess.
The entire process of Animagus is essentially about constructing this semi-permanent spell model.
But new questions arose.
Animagus... could it be related to the magic in the Book of the Mage?
Morris quickly dismissed the idea.
Although they were both spell models, as he sensed, the Animagus spell models were very crude, like unfinished products, and the way they were constructed was also strange.
The models in the Book of the Mage all looked like finished products that had been refined through countless trials.
The two are completely different.
This question will probably have to be answered later.