Magical Animagus

Voldemort found it hard to believe that one day he would be stabbed in the back with a sword during a battle.

This kind of humiliation is like being shot by Muggle and then mocked:

"Damn, what a weakling!"

What he found even more incomprehensible was that the culprit behind this outcome was the Elder Wand.

This Elder Wand, which was supposed to be "invincible," shattered like a defective product, unable to withstand the immense magical power.

Is this the Elder Wand, or a rolling pin?!

Blood trickled from the corner of Voldemort's mouth. He raised his arm, touched the tip of the sword with his fingers, and forcefully forced the blade out of his body.

He swiftly transformed into a cloud of black mist, landing in the distance before coldly gazing at the person who had betrayed him.

Dumbledore stood still and did not make any further moves.

In fact, if Voldemort had been more ruthless, that sword strike would have ripped his heart apart, and he would be dead by now.

Wizards' bodies are just as fragile as Muggle'; even with Voldemort's magical modifications, they couldn't withstand being cut in half at the waist.

But the Horcrux haven't been destroyed yet, so Voldemort can't be killed now.

Therefore, despite planning for so long and creating such a perfect opportunity with the fake wand... Dumbledore only seriously injured his opponent before cautiously stopping.

He never imagined that one day he would need to think about how to be gentler and not let Voldemort die so quickly.

Life is truly unpredictable.

The Dark Lord, covered in blood, spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Dumbledore, what are you doing here?!"

"Then where should I be?" Dumbledore pressed his hands on the hilt of his sword, looked up at Voldemort, and his hair at his temples fluttered gently.

"Was he being hunted down by Grindelwald's students, or was he critically injured and on the verge of death?"

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. As intelligent as he was, he had already sensed the problem.

"This is a scam?!"

"Yes, you're not too stupid, Tom." William smiled, his sarcasm palpable.

"The Grindelwald you will meet is me, his student is me, and even Karkaroff is Sirius in disguise."

And the Grindelwald you killed not long ago was Karkaroff who had taken Polyjuice Potion... and I controlled him with the Imperius Curse.

"It's retribution that this traitor was killed by his old master."

"They're all veteran actors anyway," William said with a smirk.

"We put on this grand show especially for you. As the only audience member, you must be very happy, right?"

"That Elder Wand..."

"It's fake too." William clapped his hands and laughed, saying smugly:

"Speaking of this fake wand, that was the most exciting part of the whole thing."

"After you captured Ollivander, I knew you were looking for the Elder Wand, so I had Gregorovitch make you a fake one."

"It feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

Voldemort felt like vomiting blood.

What infuriates him most is that he still can't believe it's a scam.

Because it's so damn real!

But the Elder Wand, and Dumbledore unharmed... all indicate that he really was deceived!!

This surge of emotion reopened the wound.

Voldemort spat out a mouthful of blood and looked down at his chest.

His body had been modified, giving him a much stronger recovery ability than ordinary people, but instead of stopping the bleeding, the wound began to turn black.

"Poisonous!"

This is normal; in order to destroy the Horcrux, the Sword of Gryffindor was coated with Basilisk venom a long time ago.

If you plunge a sword into Voldemort's chest like that, wouldn't he be poisoned?

But Voldemort was in pain; when he resurrected, William slashed him with a poisoned sword.

Snape took more than a year to recover, but unexpectedly, he relapsed not long after he recovered!

Voldemort knew that this body was unusable and wouldn't last much longer before he was likely to "die."

He has Horcrux; if he finds the Wormtail, he can be resurrected soon.

The only regret is that after being resurrected, Potter's life essence was no longer in his body.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Potter is dead, Voldemort doesn't need Lily's protective magic anymore.

It's the same whether you use someone else's blood.

After a moment's thought, Voldemort decided to make the most of this body.

He wanted to fight desperately before he "died" and take one down.

That way, you won't lose out.

The Dark Lord suddenly laughed.

"Dumbledore, do you remember that year I came to you, wanting to get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?"

I told you then that I had conducted experiments and had pushed magic into unprecedented territory.

"It is some kind of magic," Dumbledore calmly corrected him, "And even today, my assessment remains unchanged."

In other areas of magic, you remain as ignorant as ever.

"Let's settle this today and see who's more ignorant. I'll show you just how far I've pushed the limits of wizardry over the years!"

Voldemort threw his head back and let out a beastly roar that pierced the eardrums, causing the ground to tremble and kicking up countless specks of dust.

Knock knock knock!

The sound of his heart pounding inside him was so loud and incessant, like a drumbeat, that even William could hear it.

But William seemed to hear the beating of two hearts.

This is... Animagus?

Two hearts only appear when transforming into Animagus.

Voldemort inserted his five fingers into the hook, plunging it into the bleeding chest and simultaneously scooping both hearts out of the chest cavity.

One is a human heart, and the other is an animal heart.

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot, and he was covered in blood. He held his heart in one hand and looked at William and Dumbledore.

This Dark Lord, who resembled a god of war, showed no emotion as he said:

Animagus can only transform into animals, not into more powerful Magical Creatures.

Because wizarding magic and Magical Creatures magic are fundamentally different in their operation.

If forcibly transformed, they will lose their reason and ultimately become like the Blood Curse Blood Malediction humans, forever reduced to beasts.

Voldemort was right; many Transfiguration masters, after their first Animagus, were in Magical Creatures form.

This forced the termination of further Transfiguration.

This is also one of the reasons for limiting the number of Animagus.

History of Magic, there have been wizards who attempted to forcibly transform into Magical Creatures, but all of them failed and were reduced to animals.

This thorny problem was also listed as one of the Millennium Prize Problems by Transfiguration Today, and is also known as Seven Great Magical Problems of the World.

Any wizard who solves the problem, once it is published in a magical journal and after a two-year verification period, will be awarded a prize of one million Galleon.

"As the greatest wizard of the past millennium, I have solved this problem!"

Voldemort announced loudly, raising his wand and pointing it at his heart. "Amador, Animus, Animus, Animado, Animagus!"

The heart rapidly turned from bright red to bluish-purple, but then faded at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Bang!

A mist of blood filled the air.

Voldemort detonated his inner magic, and countless threads of blood, soaking his clothes, burst forth, scattered yet orderly, eventually coalescing into nine thumb-thick scarlet snakes.

It slithered endlessly through the air, like a vicious python flicking its tongue, ready to devour anyone it could.

Each splatter of blood was gathered together by the nine writhing snakes, causing their bodies to grow larger.

William raised his wand, trying to stop Voldemort's transformation.

But when the curse struck him, the Dark Lord neither dodged nor avoided it.

When Voldemort was covered in blood and gore, with nine red snakes coiled around his body, he spread his arms, slightly bent his knees, and let out a roar towards the sky, filled with boundless excitement:

"Magic Animagus!"

The Dark Lord vanished, transforming into a gigantic Magical Creatures, roughly the size of a fire dragon, but with nine snake heads.

William gazed at the enormous figure and murmured, "Nine-Headed Serpent... Hydra!"

The Hydra Nine-Headed Serpent, Magical Creatures unique to Greece, is as famous as the Chimaera Beast and the Harpy.

Dangerous and deadly.

As a being transformed from the Animagus, a wizard, it is even more terrifying.

Voldemort hissed towards the sky, and a snake's head spat out saliva, which fell to the ground.

The toxic liquid, highly corrosive, melted a large hole in the ground and emitted a faint, pungent odor.

There was also a snake, its head crackling with sparks and electricity, its sound piercing the eardrums.

Does each snake head possess a unique ability?

Suddenly, a beam of blue light, as thick as a tree trunk, shot out from the mouth of a snake's head and hurtled straight towards them.

William stood at the front, and the spell seemed to linger slightly three meters away from him.

Another thin but extremely long beam of light appeared, stretching from north to south, resembling the magnificent power of a dozen wizards launching a combined attack.

Caught off guard, William was violently knocked backward and sent flying, his body tumbling through the air.

The curse stretched out in layers, like the tail of a comet, until the light slowly dissipated more than ten meters away.

The third beam of light struck Dumbledore on the head.

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his wand. The beam of light landed half a meter in front of him, but it struck an insurmountable, invisible minefield, splashing up a large ball of sparks and lightning, the sound piercing his eardrums.

But the ground beneath him suddenly caved in, filling the air with dust, making it impossible to see Dumbledore's figure at all.

The nine snake heads came together, and they simultaneously spat out incantations, which converged into a thick beam of light.

It cuts horizontally like a knife.

The massive castle of Hogwarts, imbued with numerous protective charms, was instantly severed in half!

Suddenly, the earth shook violently.

William jumped out of the rubble, coughing a few times in a disheveled state.

This ultimate magic is truly powerful; it's no wonder it's Magical Animagus created to solve a millennium-old problem.

William never expected that Voldemort had a trick up his sleeve that he had never shown in the time loop.

After a moment, Dumbledore also emerged from the giant pit. He was slightly injured, but not seriously.

This couldn't go on. The two of them had to fight Voldemort while also suppressing their strength to ensure his survival.

This passive approach won't work!

William looked at Dumbledore, whose Sword of Gryffindor had suddenly vanished into thin air.

It was as if they had been summoned away.

William was excited.

Voldemort... he can finally die.