Chapter 521 The Werewolf Animagus

The three elements of the id: will, memory and emotions.

Among them, Anton has the best grasp, or what he is best at, is 'emotion'.

From the soul-moving curse that required the emotion of "resolute and indomitable" at the beginning of time travel, to the later-stage ray of sunshine curse and creaking curse.

Especially during the time when he was imprisoned in Azkaban, Anton thoroughly grasped the magical thing of 'emotion'. He could even perceive Fudge's emotions under the influence of the magic power in his body.

(See Chapter 406 for details)

Now this kind of perception has almost become instinct, just like the feeling of seeing scenery with eyes, hearing sound with ears, and touching objects with fingers. Emotional perception seems to have become the sixth sense that Anton is accustomed to.

He felt Scrimgeour's nervousness, and he habitually said a few witty words to tease the other party.

It works well.

Scrimgeour grew more anxious.

Anxiety is not a bad thing. Scrimgeour has the calmness of an experienced Auror, and his strong heart suppresses this anxiety, without changing his face. And this state, this emotion, is like a dull active volcano, like a stretched bowstring, so full of power.

Gathering the items needed for the magic ritual went smoothly.

Almost all the students in the school were mobilized, plus Aurors and other seniors flocked to every corner of the Forbidden Forest, plus the potion materials sent by the Ministry of Magic, everything was ready in a short time.

The professors also gathered here, intending to witness this moment that can affect the history of wizards.

Yes, the magical Animagus has such weight.

Unlike those magics that are powerful enough to be called "divine means", (such as Horcruxes), magic Animagus has the ability to generalize.

There are not many such magics in history.

Muggle Repelling Charm counts as one, Apparating counts as one...

"That is to say, as long as Anton's experiment is successful, it means that the lower limit of the wizarding community has been raised, right? Ordinary Muggle firearms will completely become fearless?" the editor-in-chief of Aibo (Lockhart) was a little excited Recording the information carefully, he looked up at Snape.

Snape glanced at him, and for a moment lost interest in speaking.

Looking at his expression, Lockhart suddenly felt aggrieved, "Oh, please, Professor Snape, it's the shampoo I recommend to you..."

Before he could speak, Snape quickly interjected, "Yes, yes, your guess is correct!"

"Aha~"

Lockhart rubbed his hands excitedly, "After this transfiguration ceremony, I will send out the special issue of "Hogwarts Weekly" overnight, damn it, Minister Fudge brought too many reporters, but they are Those who need to be reviewed, I will definitely be able to rush ahead of them!"

"Causing such a sensation, Anton's previous book on resisting the Killing Curse, as well as the book on sorting out Dumbledore's papers, can just take this opportunity to spread!"

"Shut up!" Snape finally couldn't stand his noise, "It's about to start!"

Lockhart's eyes lit up, he stuffed the small notepad into the pocket of the windbreaker, held the magic camera hanging on his chest in one hand, and with the other hand pushed away a person in front of him, "Let's go, let's go."

Along the way, I was blinded all the time.

Oh~ He, Gilderoy Lockhart, a recipient of the Order of Merlin Third Class, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a five-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award, would care about this?

Look, he's about to stand at the pinnacle of the media and entertainment industry again!

What's more, his new book has already started preparations, "The Stories Me and Anthony Weasley Have to Tell", when the time comes, it will definitely smash the list again, and even drive the sales of previous works.

This time there will be one, fame and fortune, and a new high.

Anton~ My good student~ You have to work hard~~~~

Lockhart prayed devoutly.

...

Anton pulled out his wand and waved it lightly. The box that Fudge had brought floated up, opened it, and a huge mandrake plant floated in mid-air.

To be precise, it should be half a plant, without the most essential part of the rhizome.

Even so, there are 5 floors, and the huge fluffy branches with a height of more than ten meters are stretched over the black lake, which still makes people feel the magic of life.

Anton beckoned with one hand, and a leaf of Mandrake fell from the branch in mid-air and floated over.

Then, it disintegrated in mid-air and turned into powder, a continuously twisting black line emerged from the powder, slowly floating in front of Scrimgeour.

"Keep it in your mouth!"

Anton's expression was serious, "You will feel that your field of vision has turned red, and your heart is full of killing intent. This requires you to grit your teeth and persevere."

(The killing intent is a side effect of Anton's first revision of Animagus, see Chapter 131 for details)

Scrimgeour looked around for a week, and finally picked the black thread worm out of the air in silence, and put it into his mouth without saying a word.

"Well!"

He snorted suddenly, his eyes became fierce, he just grabbed his clothes with both hands and panted hard.

"Generally speaking, the next process should be to bathe in the moonlight for a whole night."

Anton pointed to the bright moon in the sky, "Oh, don't think it's too long, what's recorded in the book now is to hold the leaves of the Mandrake in your mouth for a whole month."

"Of course, there is another way on my side, and this time can be shortened."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and opened the suitcase on the ground, rummaging through it.

The Untraceable Stretching Charm is strictly regulated by the Ministry of Magic, and it is not allowed to be cast on anything anywhere except luggage and tents.

Although everyone knew that this could not lock everyone up, it would be too reckless to use snuffboxes casually in front of so many Ministry of Magic officials and reporters.

Anton took out a basin and opened the lid. Inside was a small emerald green hand with short white hair.

"This magical plant has the ability to curse and arouse fear. I will let it activate on you later. After you feel it, don't think about resisting, thinking about running away, or thinking about the one that will get into your mouth." Go inside the black line, and when you really get in, you will have a very clear feeling."

As he spoke, Anton held the basin in both hands, and let that little hand approach Scrimgeour.

So, the little hands groping around grabbed a big nose in front of them, and grabbed it hard!

In Scrimgeour's red vision, a piece of black suddenly appeared, like a dark cloud, and it pressed down. A green monkey-shaped monster with white and short hair roared at him, and a burst of fear involuntarily surged from the bottom of his heart.

He habitually chose to fight, and when he was about to do so, he suddenly reacted and chose to trust Anton.

(See chapter 460 for the effect of the little green hand)

At the same time, Anton manipulated a glass bottle to float over. Along the way, the right dose of water floated out of an encapsulated clay pot, which was protected by magic power and flowed into the glass bottle. Scrimgeour's hair, ghost face and sky A moth's chrysalis, a wolf's hair... and finally, the black thread that Scrimgeour spit out.

Then, Anton waved his wand, the ground rolled, the bottle floated in, and the soil piled up.

Scrimgeour hurriedly stood in front of the mound, drew out his wand and chanted a spell, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus..."