On June 7th, there were bursts of thunder and heavy winds.

Professor McGonagall felt a little uncomfortable, so she turned into a cat and lay comfortably on the warm cushions by the fireplace in her office. Animagus like to do this - turn into animals when they are most relaxed.

Ending the last herbal class in the final mud.

Harry, Hermione and Ron disappeared into the deep, heavy rain and walked all the way to the Whomping Willow.

No one has ever set foot in this secret passage.

The Whomping Willow is an extremely dangerous magical plant.

Professor Sprout only uses seedlings in his classes.

They walked into the secret passage, and Harry waved his wand. A small potion bottle hidden in the corner flew into his hand. The saliva and potion materials in the bottle disappeared. Under the change of time and magic, it turned into a sticky red potion that was only enough for one mouthful.

Its aura was dangerous, chaotic, just like the thunderstorm outside.

Harry walked to the entrance of the secret passage: "You two wait here. If anything unexpected happens, notify Professor McGonagall."

Hermione nodded and took out her wand, ready to cast the Patronus Charm at any time.

Ron also took out his wand, looking serious and nervous.

The transformation of Animagus requires an open space, and no one can know what their Animagus is in advance. Once, someone took a potion in a house, but ended up transforming into a blue whale. He had just mastered the Animagus and was unable to transform back skillfully. The house was also cast under a solidification spell, and he was eventually squeezed to death.

That extremely thick book, which could be used as a weapon, was full of examples of mistakes made by previous generations.

Every rule that seems lengthy or even absurd represents one or more lives.

Walk into the rain.

Harry took out his wand, pointed it at his heart and chanted the spell "Amado, Animado, Animagus". His heart felt a sudden pain as if it was being pulled.

He took the potion.

It was just a small mouthful, but it poured into the body like a Cambrian waterfall.

Even he, the mutated demon hunter, had his body crushed and creaking, his bones seemed to be broken, his internal organs seemed to be crushed, his whole body was squeezed, and the effect of the potion seemed to be to stuff his five and three-quarters foot tall body into a can that was not even the size of a fist.

The second heartbeat began.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Strong and powerful.

A creature gradually emerged in Harry's mind.

Is it this?

Harry was a little surprised, he thought he would be like most wizards, with an Animagus and a Patronus, but this was fine.

The transformation continues.

The pain was still increasing, "torturing" his body and brain.

Harry suddenly understood why Animagus were so rare - the Ministry of Magic's painless restrictions were not the main reason, nor was it the difficulty of the spell.

How many people can be stumped by magic that even Rita can master?

But because of the pain.

He can clearly feel the deformation of every part of his body, from pores and blood vessels to muscles and bones. It is not like disassembling and reassembling building blocks.

Instead, he picked up a hammer, smashed each "building block" into pieces, put them into a mold, pressed them into new parts, and then reassembled them to create something new.

Of course, these are nothing compared to the pain brought about by the Demon Hunter's mutation.

Pain always makes time seem long.

Ten minutes later.

The wand clattered to the ground, and Harry was completely done with the Transfiguration.

Hermione and Ron stood at the entrance to the secret passage.

A loud thunderclap struck, tearing a hole in the rain curtain and illuminating the open space in front of the Whomping Willow. The silver-white hair reflected the lightning, as bright as moonlight.

Wolf.

A white wolf.

"It looks like Remus's Patronus," Ron muttered to himself. "Is it a dog or a wolf?"

"So you didn't read the book I gave you?" Hermione asked him back.

Ron was startled, and defended himself stubbornly: "I've been watching lions and cats, but who would have thought that Harry's Animagus would be this kind of creature? I thought it was a lion."

"It's a wolf." Hermione spoke up and concluded, "Look at its ears, they're very pointy, like wolf ears. Dog ears are usually rounded."

As she spoke, she pointed to the paws and said, "And there are no reverse claws on the hind legs. This is the biggest difference between wolves and dogs."

"Hint claw?" Ron stammered, repeating the unfamiliar words, "What is that?"

"The biggest difference between dogs and wolves is whether they have reverse claws on their paws." Hermione explained simply, "When you get back, read a book, or wait for Sirius to come over in a few days, and then you can observe it again."

Ron nodded. He stopped dwelling on those things and agreed with Hermione's statement: "So Harry's Animagus is a white wolf?"

Hermione nodded.

Harry, transformed into a wolf, used his claws to dig out of the puddle, and in the dim light, tried to see the details of his Animagus form, but the raindrops were so dense that the water surface could not calm down.

Make him unable to see clearly.

Harry sighed, picked up his wand, and trotted into the secret passage.

Ron looked on enviously, eager to reach out his hand.

Hermione looked into the eyes of those amber vertical pupils - these were the stubborn remnants of the witcher, and even the Animagus could not change these eyes.

She immediately understood what he meant, took Harry's wand, and then waved her own wand to create a full-length mirror.

Harry stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.

A strong white wolf.

The eyes still have vertical pupils - wolves' eyes do not have vertical pupils. Like other people's Animagus, some of their own characteristics are also brought into the animal form.

There was a small tuft of lightning-shaped light gray hair on his forehead, which was not noticeable. There was a shallow wound on the left side of his face, which was left from the duel with Snape last year.

He spun around in front of the mirror.

The hair elsewhere is pure white, without a trace of impurities.

Hermione couldn't help herself and wanted to make some moves.

Who wouldn’t want to touch such a furry and handsome creature?

Harry shook off the water.

Compared with the cumbersome rituals and painful process, the Animagus obtained at such a great cost seems useless. It is just an ordinary animal without any special abilities.

I am just an ordinary wolf now.

This feeling of weakness relative to himself was not pleasant. Harry recalled what he looked like when he was a human. He didn't change back immediately, but he was not in a hurry.

Think slowly and slowly feel the changes in the magic power in your body.

The first time is always awkward.

Suddenly, a hand fell on him and stroked him like a cat.

Harry was not used to it and his hair stood on end with stress. He turned his head and looked back.

Hermione blushed slightly and took her hand away: "I couldn't help myself."

Harry sighed, continuing to think about his appearance, and before Hermione could hold back for the second time, his body changed and turned back into human form.

"Congratulations, Harry," Hermione congratulated him.

Ron clapped his hands. "Harry, your Animagus is really handsome, but is it a wolf or a dog?"

"It's a wolf," Harry answered.

He looked into the mirror and saw three dim shadows reflected in it. It was just an ordinary mirror, but at this moment, it was like the Mirror of Erised, and Harry saw another figure.

"I'm really surprised that I would become the White Wolf." Harry didn't show much expression, but Ron could clearly feel the joy in his words.

Hermione waved her wand and dried his clothes.

"White Wolf?" Hermione tilted her head. Her woman's intuition told her that Harry was not talking about his Animagus, but a person's name.

It's a man.

Um……

That doesn't matter.

Harry smiled and nodded, "Very handsome White Wolf, isn't he?"

If he had the chance to meet Geralt again, he could finally explain to him, no, prove to him, that he has always been a pure wolf-faction witcher.

Although, Harry's title of "Snake Tongue Whisperer" may make people misunderstand that he is from the Viper School.

Although, anyone who has seen him fight would naturally assume that he is from the Griffin School.

Although, he is often reminded that "you are wearing the wrong badge".

But Harry Potter has indeed always been a witcher of the Wolf School. It was impossible to prove it before, but now there is strong evidence.

Isn't it natural that the Animagus of the Wolf Witcher is a wolf?

"What do you think of the name White Wolf Harry?" They walked out of the secret passage and returned to the castle. On the way, Harry asked thoughtfully.

"Very handsome!" Ron's eyes sparkled.

Hermione shook her head and reminded him quietly, "Harry, you are an illegal Animagus."

Harry nodded and sighed regretfully.

"If you are prepared, you can try it." Harry suddenly spoke when they returned to the castle.

Ron shook his head decisively: "It's too troublesome, and the one I transformed into may not be as handsome as you."

In his eyes, the only use of Animagus is to be handsome.

White Wolf is good.

Professor McGonagall's cat is also good.

Sirius's big black dog would also be acceptable.

But if he turned into a ladybug like Rita Skeeter, that would be terrible. Not only would he not be handsome at all, but he would also be completely useless. He had no plans to work for the Daily Prophet after graduation.

Hermione nodded as well.

Animagus is just a symbolic thing. It's a waste of time. It's better to read a few more books or take one more duel training class from Professor Potter.

"Animagus is not just that useful." Harry shook his head, "Otherwise there wouldn't be a saying that only those who master Animagus can be called Transfiguration Masters."

"This is a spell that will allow you to feel Transfiguration more closely."

Feeling the deformation of every muscle, blood vessel, hair and organ during the long pain is much more useful than any textbook or any training.

Harry waved his wand, and a piece of pudding in Ron's pocket flew out, turned into a rabbit in the air, and landed lightly in Harry's palm.

Its eyes were lively, and it raised its little hands to rub its face, and it had a very alive breath.

"My pudding," Ron exclaimed.

"Your Transfiguration?" Hermione was a little surprised.

Harry's Transfiguration has always been the strongest among the young wizards, but he is just a young wizard after all. He is much stronger than the outstanding seventh-year graduates, but far behind Professor McGonagall.

But now this effortless way of casting spells and the resulting transformations made Hermione feel that they were almost the same as Professor McGonagall's.

In previous battles, Harry's use of the Transfiguration spell was also crude.

Usually only the shape of the object is changed, and rarely the texture is changed - for example, changing wood into stone, or stone into steel.

It's not that he can't do it.

But to achieve this level requires more concentration, which is not proportional to the results he wants to achieve by using Transfiguration in battle.

And now, he can do it easily.

This is what the Animagus spell, which is known as the most profound transfiguration spell, brings.

The effect of this spell lies not in the result of the transformation, but in the process - in coming into contact with the essence of the transformation after experiencing that pain.

"The changes brought about by Animagus." Harry cast the spell again, and the rabbit turned back into pudding. Ron took it back carefully.

This is a rare flavor of cherry raspberry.

"Then I'll try it during the summer vacation?" Hermione nodded. "Then I'll go to Godric's Hollow and ask for your advice?"

"Welcome," Harry agreed.

Ron was no longer the confused and ignorant boy before the Christmas ball. He looked at Hermione in surprise.

This is a good excuse.

He hesitated, sighed, and ultimately decided not to be their third wheel.

"Ron, come and learn together." Hermione said expressionlessly.

"Me?" Ron pointed at himself. "It's not appropriate. I'll go back to school after school..."

"Sirius and Uncle Remus are here." Harry also had a blank expression. "It's convenient to teach them together. Animagus is such a waste of time."

Ron nodded reluctantly and assured them, "I can go back that night."

"Our family is not short of Floo powder money right now."

Molly has always disapproved of George and Fred's business. She thinks that the Weasley children should go to the Ministry of Magic or stay in Hogwarts.

But most of the improvements in the Weasley family's lives were brought about by the two brothers.

Every year they could change into new robes, and Molly's dressing table would also appear those beauty potions that she had only seen in Witch Weekly but could not afford.

Mr. Arthur's hair became thicker.

They chattered and headed back to the lounge.

On the way, Hermione made a request that if she had the chance, she would like to feel the touch of the white wolf. She was so old, but she had never been able to pet a wolf.

Harry agreed.

Ron also proposed it, but was rejected.

It was a very strange feeling to be touched by a man.

The thunderstorm that Harry had been looking forward to lasted for two days. The Black Lake grew larger and then it gradually stopped, leaving behind a bright sunny day.

The young wizards discussed the final exams of the school year and how to place their bets.

It was "Mr. Potter was able to hold the Triwizard Cup in ten minutes."

or "Mr. Potter was able to hold the Triwizard Cup in twenty minutes."

Or, in other words, take a different approach and bet on the higher odds of "Dracule or Krum winning the trophy"?

Mr. Ludo's business has expanded to every corner of Hogwarts, even sparing first-year wizards.

Now he has become Professor McGonagall's most hated person, no doubt about it.