"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 36: That Brilliant Galaxy
The moment that youthful, ringing cry escaped him, Wyzett realized it was his Animagus voice that had called out.
"See?" Dumbledore let out a relieved sigh. "He even remembers to let us know he's all right."
"He's completely lucid!" Professor McGonagall echoed, her own tension ebbing away. "Honestly, he looks better than I did during my first transformation."
"What a magnificent golden eagle…" Hagrid, who'd kept silent the entire time for fear of interrupting the process, finally dared to speak. His voice was gentle, full of awe. "Just look at the sheen of those feathers… If it were a clear day, he'd be even more stunning soaring through the sky!"
Hearing their words, Luna relaxed as well, her smile blooming like a flower as she waved to Wyzett.
He took a moment to feel out this new body. Rainwater had soaked his feathers, and when he tried to spread his wings to fly, he felt the effort weigh him down.
His thoughts drifted back to a theory he'd once proposed to Dumbledore and the others while preparing his thesis: "Those magical memories etched into the 'siphon'…"
Wyzett reached for those memories. They surfaced in his mind like glowing runes, each one flickering with light—clusters of magic, dazzling as constellations.
Most of these complex magical imprints were for simple spells—ones easy to master, like the Levitation Charm.
Wingardium Leviosa! he recited silently, giving his wings a gentle flap.
Raindrops froze midair, suspended as if by an invisible shell. A curtain of water formed around him, eggshell-thin, shielding Wyzett within.
"Huh?" Hagrid's jaw dropped. "Animagi can do that?"
Watching the strange spectacle, Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "That looked like the Levitation Charm… Did it actually work?"
"I believe so," Dumbledore replied, blinking with interest. "Though casting it this way is rather creative."
"It's like blowing the rain away, isn't it? Just like this…" Luna smiled, drew her wand, and gave it a gentle wave. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The rain stopped in front of her, forming a neat, circular bubble of dry air.
"Learning from each other!" Dumbledore chuckled. "Splendid!"
...
Buoyed by his success, Wyzett decided to push further, testing other magical memories.
The Severing Charm: Diffindo!
He beat his wings with force. The wind howled, slicing through the air—two sharp blades of wind shot out into the distance.
The Scouring Charm: Scourgify!
Another sweep of his wings, and the gusts blew away dead branches and fallen leaves.
The Mending Charm—nothing happened.
It didn't take long for Wyzett to spot a pattern: Only spells related to his Animagus form could be cast through these magical memories.
Charms like Levitation and Severing—connected to the element of wind—worked, allowing him to conjure water barriers and razor-sharp gusts. But unrelated spells, like Mending, fizzled out.
He gazed at the shimmering magical memories, as if glimpsing a corner of a radiant galaxy.
The brightest cluster was a tangle of fire spells, blazing together in his mind.
As he focused on that cluster, he felt his wings burn—the phoenix-shaped marking on his feathers flared, glowing red-hot, as if flames were leaping from his skin.
In his mind, The Wizard's Practical Combat Guide began to stir, its countless pages whirling into a vortex, greedily absorbing stored Ancient Magic.
As the book grew restless, an unknown force began to push at him.
...
The force was gentle but insistent, nudging Wyzett out of his body… into his mind… into that "third-person" awareness… toward the galaxy of magical memories shimmering at the edge of consciousness…
Beyond that corner of magical memory, a far vaster, more dazzling galaxy stretched out—so immense it defied description, as if the whole universe were its scale.
The force carried him through the stars, until he hovered before a single, dimmer cluster. Only then did it fade.
Compared to the surrounding brilliance, this cluster seemed muted. Yet Wyzett understood it instinctively: Animagus.
He felt himself merge with the cluster, expanding outward—
He followed its radiance and saw a parade of animal forms:
Tabby cat… stag… black dog… rat… beetle… golden eagle…
A spark of insight flashed through him. He knew what to do: declare his understanding of Animagus.
"Dew of purification, protection, and connection—carry my will… The reborn chrysalis of the death's-head hawkmoth—grant me new life…
Mandrake leaf draws in the present; I grant the leaf the past… Memory and the now, past and future—siphon brings me balance…
Anchor points inscribe magical memories; magical memories grant my Animagus the power to cast… Each protection shields me, allowing me to dive into the soul, to reach this place…"
The cluster's light grew stronger, swelling with Wyzett's insight, granting the Animagus form new possibilities.
He was enveloped by the expanding cluster, and under its guidance, he began to retrace his path—returning, it seemed, to his own body.
For a moment, he felt part of the cluster itself, able to comprehend the meaning of the entire galaxy around him.
He glimpsed familiar magical knowledge: the Levitation Charm, the Cleaning Charm, the Severing Charm…
From the swirling stars, he spotted Snape's silhouette. That cluster's knowledge was—Sectumsempra!
And there, shining even brighter, was a striking figure: short silver-white hair, mismatched eyes blazing with madness, a faint, elegant smile.
Gellert Grindelwald?
Wyzett stared, instantly recalling the final scene of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them from his previous life.
But what drew his attention most was a spell radiating from that cluster.
"Pro… te… go… Dia… bol… i… ca… Protego Diabolica—the Fiendfyre Shield!"
Carried by the cluster, Wyzett spent what felt like ages mastering the spell's casting method.
...
The "third-person" awareness faded… back into his mind… back into reality…
Wyzett opened his eyes. The Wizard's Practical Combat Guide was still churning, and the phoenix mark's searing red glow had only just begun to spread.
It felt as though only a heartbeat had passed.
Phoenix!
A magical creature Animagus!
He needed to go further.
Lightning was rebirth—he craved an even more powerful transformation.
Wyzett's heart leapt. The Wizard's Practical Combat Guide flipped forward until it landed on the page for Fulgur.
"Ansuz!"
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