As the clock ticks on, the first Quidditch game of the year is approaching.

On the eve of the match, the news suddenly came that Harry Potter, a first-year student, would join the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a Seeker.

The first first-year Quidditch player in history added a bit of color to Harry's aura. Many of the young wizards were excited, and they were looking forward to the Savior's performance on the court.

It is said that Malfoy froze for a moment when he heard the news, and then angrily slammed the goblet on the table, and Professor McGonagall was seen to deduct twenty points with a nonchalant expression.

The excitement is theirs, though, and Norlin is busy preparing for the final step of his Animagus transformation.

"Professor, is there really going to be a storm today?"

Norlin sat in Professor McGonagall's office, looking out the window from time to time, and said suspiciously.

"I asked Professor Sinista and she said yes." Professor McGonagall stood by the window, unable to make out her expression.

The corners of Nolin's mouth twitched, Professor Sinista is looking at the stars, what does it have to do with the weather......

Just when he thought it was cool today, Professor McGonagall continued:

"And from my years of experience, the storm won't keep the Animagus practitioners waiting long."

The more I talk about it, the more ridiculous it is, and the idealism comes out...... Norin smiled reluctantly, and suddenly realized that this was a wizarding world, and he had a little more anticipation.

Norlin was somewhat glad that Hogwarts was in England, not the Sahara Desert, otherwise he would have to wait a lifetime.

He thought for a long time, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, drank it all, and the flesh on his cheeks shook twice in distress.

This bottle of elixir is not large, only two sips, and he wrote to Taylor Selwyn to ask for it. The elixir is a top-level potion, the configuration cycle is ridiculously long, and the materials needed are also varied, Norlin really doesn't have that much time and energy to mix, so he has to write to ask for help.

There are not many elixirs of this quality, and Norin's mouthful is equivalent to swallowing no more than a thousand Galleons.

Thinking of this, Norlin once again sighed that Snape was really an invisible rich man, and the value of all kinds of potions in his hands alone was incalculable. Not to mention his treasured potion materials.

"Here we are."

Professor McGonagall, who had been looking out the window, spoke.

Norin's face was happy, and the next moment, a rumbling thunder resounded in the sky.

It was obviously afternoon, but the sky was suddenly oppressive, black as ink, and from time to time white lightning flashed by.

"Let's go, go to the place where you buried the potion."

Professor McGonagall made a wand move, and two broomsticks flew towards her. She grabbed one and jumped out of the window, riding steadily on her broomstick, so swift that one suspected that she was the same Quidditch player she had been when she was younger.

"You should have a good flight lesson, right?" She tilted her head and said.

"Of course."

Norin smiled, mounted his broomstick as well, and the two flew towards the Forbidden Forest.

Norlin buried the potion under a large tree at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, at Professor McGonagall's kind suggestion. Animagus needs an open and quiet place when transforming, and the Forbidden Forest is undoubtedly a good choice.

On the night of the full moon the other day, Norlin spit out the mandrake leaves that had been in place for a whole month, placed them in a crystal vial filled with saliva, and added a hair, a spoonful of dew, and a grimace moth's chrysalis. Then, accompanied by Professor McGonagall, they went to the Forbidden Forest to bury potions.

There was no way, and Norlin didn't want to trouble Professor McGonagall in the middle of the night, but Professor McGonagall insisted on accompanying her throughout the whole process, for fear that any of the accidents would be wasted.

There was lightning and thunder overhead, and bean-sized raindrops began to fall, but they seemed to hit a shield before landing on Nolin and Professor McGonagall, unable to reach their bodies.

After flying for a while, the dark Forbidden Forest appeared in front of them. This is the opposite corner of Hagrid's hut, and the most deserted place.

Norlin and Professor McGonagall fell to the ground and came to a large, stout, silent tree. With a pull of his wand, a crystal bottle burst out of the ground and flew into his hand.

The original silver-white potion was now a blood-red.

"Let's get started."

Professor McGonagall nodded at him.

"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

Norlin pointed the tip of his wand at his heart, muttering a spell. Then, he uncorked the crystal bottle and drank the liquid in one gulp.

The liquid was cold and biting, but after entering the mouth, it turned into a line of fire, spreading from the throat to the stomach.

Norin's eyes darkened, and he felt his entire body burn. Intense pain came from every piece of skin, and my heart was beating rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of my chest in the next second.

Robes, jewelry, shoes and socks and other things outside his body slowly squeezed, as if they wanted to merge with his body.

Norin gritted his teeth and endured the pain while desperately trying to control his increasingly drowsy sanity and not resist. Professor McGonagall has repeatedly stressed that if there is resistance or panic at this time, the animal's head may become dominant.

Eventually, the rate of his heart slowed down, and his body temperature dropped a little. The animals that were about to transform were also presented in the depths of his mind.

He could feel that his arm was changing uncannyly. The bones are being reassembled, reborn, and hair grows on top of the flesh, which is the shape of wings. The muscles and organs inside the body are also quietly transformed, but Norin still doesn't know what it has become.

Norlin endured in silence, as if a century had passed, and the feeling of change had finally stopped.

Professor McGonagall took a full-length mirror from her pocket and placed it in front of Norlin. There was undisguised amazement and appreciation on her face.

Norlin staggered, barely standing still, looking into the mirror.

In the mirror, an eagle has eyes as black as ink, remaining as a symbol of humanity. Beneath the yellow-brown head and neck is a dark brown body with winged feathers. The tail is grayish-white, and the tips are black.

Two long, sharp claws as sharp as iron hooks clung to the ground, as if they could destroy gold cracked stones, and the claws were all covered with feathers.

"Golden Eagle ...... Are you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor......"

Professor McGonagall took a few steps back, looking at Norin's shapeshifting animals with the eyes of an appreciative artwork. Animagus is generally metamorphosed based on the mind of a wizard, and she did not expect Norin, who was born in the Eaglery, to become such an aggressive bird of prey.

The one-meter-five golden eagle flapped its wings clumsily, one unbalanced, and the other fell to the ground. It quickly got up, continued to flutter, continued to fall, and so on.

Professor McGonagall smiled and watched, not interfering. She understands that after the first successful transformation, the body needs to adapt to the habits of the animal. The first time she transformed, she didn't behave much better than Nolin.

Finally, after falling down hundreds of times, Norlin finally got used to the golden eagle's body.

With a long roar, he flapped his wings and flew high into the air, as if to meet the lightning.