"vomit"

The potion tasted bad. At the moment of drinking it, Merlin subconsciously retching.

The taste is really hard to describe.

If you have to find a vivid description, it is equivalent to mixing the juices of more than a dozen kinds of rotten fruits together, then adding a lot of chili powder to it, finally adding cheese, baking it in the oven for more than ten minutes, and then making a dark dish.

"This thing is fed to pigs, and the pigs won't even drink it."

Merlin threw away the bottle and complained.

However, for an alchemist, this taste is actually normal.

At the moment when the wizard civilization was born, at the moment when the alchemy system was developed and matured, and from the moment the potion was born, this thing never tasted good.

Because wizards often add a lot of weird things to their potions. If you want to ensure the effect of the potion and ensure the taste of this thing, you will definitely make things difficult for the alchemist masters.

Merlin heard from Little Hermione that the best potion she has ever drunk is the Fuling agent, just like after countless slugs were crushed, some of the fragrance and taste of honey were added.

And this thing can be called "good" and you can imagine how bad the taste of other potions will be.

As for the Fuling agent, it is a high-end potion called the "luck potion". It can make the people who take it lucky for the next 12 hours. It sounds great, but in fact, the effect of the Fuling agent is difficult to define. According to Hermione, the so-called "good luck" is actually mainly to improve the ability in all aspects.

For example, social ability, magic ability, reaction ability, etc. After these abilities are greatly improved, everything will be smooth.

That kind of "luck" is actually just a subjective effect. In addition, the configuration process of Fuling agent is extremely difficult and complicated, so Merlin gave up the plan to configure this lucky potion.

However, the blood-red potion that Merlin drank just now was hard to drink, but the effect was very real.

At the moment when the disgusting potion flowed into Merlin's stomach through his throat, it was like a ball of fire igniting in Merlin's stomach. The pain of burning the internal organs made Merlin clench his fists. He was used to suffering. This torture was nothing to him, but it was just the beginning.

In the strong surge of pain, Merlin subconsciously placed his hand in his chest.

He could feel his heart beating extremely wildly, like a war drum beaten up by crazily, and as his heart beat, another beating melody sounded under his chest like a response.

That was another heartbeat!

It's like another form of life that is about to be nurtured from the eggshell.

Merlin knew that this meant that everything was going well, that the potion was working, and he was about to enter the final stage of the real Animagus Transformation Spell.

The sight in front of him became blurred, and in his mind, thousands of animals emerged, as chaotic as the patterns of crazy beating on a slot machine.

That represents the animal form of Animagus of Merlin, which he can't choose on his own initiative.

According to the records of the wizard pioneers, the transformation form of Animagus is a choice of "destiny". Every wizard has a corresponding animal form in the dark. Before the transformation spell is truly completed, no one knows what he will become.

It may be a handsome wolf or a sloppy dog.

It may be a hero with wings spreading, or it may be a big rooster who can only crawl on the ground.

It may be a mysterious and dangerous golden beetle, or it may be the worst dung beetle.

Everything is the choice of fate, and the wizards cannot interfere.

However, the only thing that is certain is that Animagus's transformation form will definitely not include magical creatures, and even ordinary transformation spells will not allow the appearance of magical creatures to be changed. This is because the magic of wizards is essentially different from the magic of magical creatures. Once it changes into a phoenix at will, it is very likely to cause very extreme consequences.

"Come on, come on."

Meilin sat cross-legged on the ground, and in the dizziness of his brain, the forms of the animals in his mind were quickly removed, like an invisible hand, constantly pulling down the slot machine's pull rod, making the patterns constantly disappear.

After more than ten seconds, the only animal forms that Merlin could see were left.

There are roaring wolves, which should be related to the inheritance of the Wolf School of Demon Hunter that he accepted.

There are sinister foxes, which should be related to Merlin's profession.

There are mysterious owls with pure black body, which should be related to the dark magic in Merlin's body.

Finally, there is a raven that is extremely similar to Victor.

Well, this is probably the mysterious connection between the Animagus Transformation Spell and the Guardians who call the wizards.

It is said that if a wizard masters the Animagus Transformation Curse and the Hushen Guard at the same time, then his animal form will definitely be similar to the spiritual body form of the Hushen Guard.

This is a rumor without any theoretical basis, but the wizards believe it. It is said that this phenomenon is caused by the mutual connection between the body and the soul.

"The wolf is okay, the fox is not bad."

Merlin murmured silently in her heart.

"It really doesn't work, I can accept the owl, but the raven doesn't! Don't! It's so ugly!"

With Merlin's prayer, fate finally responded to him.

The first thing to extinguish was the phantom of the wolf, which made Meilin's heart sank.

Then the fox's phantom quickly extinguished as the light thrusts, and Merlin's breathing became rapid. He stared at the owl's phantom, but after a few seconds, the phantom quickly extinguished like a candlelight in the wind.

"No!!"

Merlin wailed, but nothing could be stopped.

Almost in an instant, Merlin felt his body begin to change in a strange posture, like plasticine rubbed casually. He felt his body being extremely compressed, and his clothes and glasses on the bridge of his nose were like magic catalyzed, beginning to merge into his rough skin. The magic gloves on his hand also turned into a cortex similar to scales in the bend of his fingers.

His arms closed involuntarily and began to transform into real wings.

His legs quickly became slender, supporting his body in a strange posture. He could feel a sense of numbness on the skin behind him, as if countless feathers were growing out of the skin. He felt his mouth being stretched and then becoming sharp, like a real bird's beak.

To be honest, this feeling is terrible.

The feeling of not being able to control the body is like being covered with a layer of damn shackles. The worst thing is that when you have lived in the form of a human for almost 30 years, you have become accustomed to walking with your legs, shaking your hands, and occasionally blowing a whistle, suddenly stuffing your soul into an animal's body. The completely different angles of observing the world and the awkward body senses will make you fall into an uncontrollable panic.

However, for Merlin, he had seen too many bizarre things, and the changes in his body were not enough to make him feel frightened.

But that discomfort still exists.

The first deformation process was a bit long, and after several minutes, the last feather was born on Merlin's wings.

At this point, he completely turned into a black and gray raven, standing on the ground in an awkward posture, moving the bird's heads flexibly and somewhat confusedly, and looking at the world in front of him from a completely different perspective from humans.

“Everything has grown bigger”

This is Merlin's first feeling.

"It feels so shameless to not wear clothes, and I don't know how Professor McGonagall survived it."

This is Merlin's second feeling.

"Why can't I fly?"

This is Merlin's third feeling.

He kept flapping his huge wings on the spot, but his funny posture looked like a rooster flapping on the ground. No matter how he flapped his wings, it would be difficult for him to fly.

Even because he was not familiar with the way birds jumped, he fell to the ground when he took the first step habitually.

"Woooo!"

A sharp hiss came from behind Merlin. He turned around hard and saw Victor, the Raven Spirit, standing on the branch with a look of confusion and ridicule, staring at him.

Perhaps with Victor's white paper thinking, it is difficult to understand why Merlin became a raven that was almost exactly the same as it, but this did not prevent Victor from mocking Merlin's clumsiness.

"Silly Bird! Come down!"

Merlin started to scold:

"Come and teach me how to fly!"

Of course, his current state is the sound of birds singing, and the ravens' sound is originally very unpleasant, so for a moment, Merlin seemed to become noisy.

"Woooo!"

Victor flapped his wings and landed lightly and gracefully beside Merlin. It tilted its head and looked at Merlin.

The Merlin's transformed raven is a circle larger than Victor. When it spreads its wings, it has a wingspan of nearly 2 meters and a body length of more than 1.5 meters. If you don't look carefully, it is easy to mistake it for a small eagle.

But if you look closely, he is much ugly than the majestic eagle.

"Woooo!"

Victor screamed, and it flapped its wings, as if signaling Merlin to learn its movements.

Merlin stared at the rhythm of Victor's flapping wings, and he also began to flap his wings. As the howling wind blew across the feathers on his wings, Merlin felt an increasingly strong upward airflow. After a few seconds, he learned Victor's movements and thrust his whole body forward. During the movement of his wings, Merlin rushed into the low altitude lightly.

He experienced this weird but novel feeling, relaxing his winged muscles and began to glide slowly.

He circled around the valley, then gathered his wings and landed quickly towards the ground, stretched out his claws like a hawk, and gently grabbed the wand on the ground in his hand. The next moment, Merlin spread his wings and made the first loud and unpleasant hissing. He rushed into the night sky like the flying Victor.

In the cold airflow, he carefully maintained his body's balance, just like a beginner in flying, trying hard to overcome the fear of flying into the sky.

From the day of its birth, human beings have dreams of flying, moving their wings like birds and wandering freely in the vast sky, which represents the extreme yearning for freedom.

And now, Merlin also has his own wings.

He quickly adapted to these wings, and he flew more and more happily, and in the cold night rain, the plum forest passed through the streets and alleys of the city, observing the city below with a completely different vision from the fog.

Just like a real aviator.

He and Victor flew in the rain one after another. After more than ten minutes, Merlin gathered his wings and landed on the steps at his doorstep. He imagined his human form in his heart. With the twists and changes of his body muscles, he quickly returned to his human form.

"Furo"

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and pushed open the door, raised his fingers, and took the wand on the ground back into his hand. He said to himself:
To be continued...