Chapter 108: The Lucky Spirit and Old John Matches (fourth update)

Back to Slytherin's dormitory.

Ino opened the sealed wooden box, took out the Animagus potion inside, then picked up the Felix Felicis next to him, uncorked it, and drank it without thinking.

The Felix Felicis entered his mouth and slid down his throat with a hint of coolness. It felt like drinking a glass of iced mint soda on a hot summer day.

The coolness and fragrance instantly took away the boredom in the summer, leaving only a refreshing and peaceful feeling.

"It feels so good..."

Ino murmured, feeling extremely sober and comfortable at this moment.

Perhaps this is the fundamental meaning of the Felix Felicis. When you are blessed, you will be able to do anything easily.

After a short delay, he quickly opened the suitcase and took out a box of old and burnt matches from the interlayer in Muggle mode.

This was the box of matches that Old John gave him when they parted.

After getting the matches, Ino kept them in the box as a souvenir.

But at this moment, with the help of the Felicis, he had a feeling in his heart, as if a voice told him that it would be very useful to bring this box of matches.

…

Outside the castle.

The clouds in the western sky rolled and changed their shapes constantly.

And in the depths of those clouds, there were occasional flashes of lightning, which shuttled through the clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like ghosts. This was a precursor to a thunderstorm.

East of the Whomping Willow, next to the dock of the Black Lake.

Ino handed the Animagus potion to Professor McGonagall.

A moment.

After repeated checks, Professor McGonagall said: "The potion is fine. Drink it when I ask you to drink it later. And you must recite the spell clearly. This is very important! Did you hear it?"

Facing Professor McGonagall's instructions, Ino nodded seriously.

"Thank you! I will be careful."

As for the Animagus Transfiguration, it has been nearly a year since the beginning of preparation. During this period, he has also read too much information, all of which are about the dangers of magic and various real cases of injury.

In the original story, the success of old Potter and his friends was really the favor of the goddess of luck.

…

Time passed by minute by minute.

At some point, the wind around gradually stopped, replaced by a dull silence.

“Get ready, wait for the first thunder to sound, and the potion will completely turn bright red, then you can drink it quickly.” Professor McGonagall drew out her wand and stood aside to instruct, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in her voice at this moment.

After hearing Professor McGonagall’s instructions, Ino did not speak, but nodded seriously, after all, he could not be distracted at this time.

Then, he took out the box of matches from his pocket, gently opened the box, and estimated that only one-third of it was left. He carefully pulled out a match and scratched the phosphorus surface on the side of the box to ignite the fire.

“Sizzle!”

After a slight sound, the match was lit.

It was amazing! It was like a fire of hope in the darkness, like the weakest but most tenacious starlight in the night sky.

The lit match is not as dazzling as a blazing flame, but it burns quietly in the darkness in a restrained and deep way.

This weak firelight is warm and soft. It sways gently, and every beat seems to tell a forgotten story, those legends about love, salvation, and hope.

Under the light of the fire, the surrounding darkness seems to be gently dispelled, bringing a hint of warmth. The small flame, like a magical power, makes people find a little comfort in the cold night.

This kind of fire of hope, although weak, is full of power.

Like the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life, it is the comfort of the soul of those who struggle in difficulties.

And in this weak firelight, people seem to see the possibility of salvation and being redeemed.

The match burns very slowly, like a small candle, and it takes more than ten seconds to burn one tenth.

And Ino is in the range illuminated by the match, and at this moment he feels unprecedentedly relaxed.

All the worries, troubles, and doubts caused by Animagus disappeared, leaving only hope and tranquility in his heart.

"Boom!"

The first thunder sounded in the sky.

Ino quickly drank the bright red potion, then pulled out the wand from his pocket and pointed the tip of the wand at his heart.

"Amado, Animado, Animagus, Animagus!"

After a short delay, his breathing became heavy, and his chest rose and fell, as if another heart was beating, like a new life was born!

But this was only an external performance. In fact, after drinking the potion, he felt as if he was about to be torn in half, and a piercing pain arose spontaneously.

However, just as he was about to bite his teeth and try to use willpower to resist this indescribable pain, the match in his hand quickly burned out.

Then a thumb-sized flame floated in the air, burning quietly.

In one second, or even shorter, this small flame was like a life, flying into his body, and everything was done in an instant.

...

The pain quickly dissipated like a tide, replaced by a warm and reassuring feeling like a mother's embrace.

Ino breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Merlin! It's so beautiful!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

"Ino, you succeeded! You completed the Animagus Transfiguration. Now you can't speak, so just listen to me quietly! Don't be afraid, don't panic, I'm here!"

Professor McGonagall tried to make her tone as gentle and soothing as possible, because she knew better than anyone the pain of this magic when it was transformed for the first time.

"Listen to me! You don't have to worry about anything now, just get familiar with your Animagus form as much as possible, and it will automatically change back in about one or two hours. You will be able to actively control this magic next time."

At this point, Professor McGonagall drew out her wand and pointed it at the ground, and then a beautiful dressing mirror appeared instantly.

"Take a look, your Animagus is so beautiful, elegant and beautiful."

On the other side, after hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, Ino realized that he had succeeded.

But he couldn't help but get nervous when he heard beautiful, elegant, and beautiful.

Animagus requires concealment and mobility, but these words said by Professor McGonagall seem to be describing peacocks.

If it is really a peacock, he would rather give up this magic. After all, a medium-sized peacock that can't run fast or fly high is useless except for attracting attention.

However, all these worries disappeared after Professor McGonagall conjured up a dressing mirror.

In the exquisite floor-length dressing mirror, Ino saw a black swan with a shiny black color and elegant posture.

He was not unfamiliar with swans at all, because they appeared in many classic stories.

It is a large bird with a body length of 1.2 to 1.6 meters and a wingspan of about 2.5 meters.

Of course, people often only see the elegant posture of swans, but ignore their abilities.

As the highest flying bird in the world, swans are the only birds that can easily fly over Mount Everest, except for bar-headed geese.

Flying at an altitude of more than 9,000 meters is as easy as taking a walk for them, not to mention that their average flying speed is between 75 and 95 kilometers per hour.

If you add the swan's swimming ability, it can really be said to be very versatile.

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