At this moment, Alaric had to bid farewell to Lurue and fly back to Professor McGonagall's side.
Professor McGonagall had now recovered and could barely maintain a normal state when she saw Alaric transform back into human form in front of her.
She still found it hard to believe everything that had just happened.
He had actually succeeded in becoming the first Animagus to transform into a magical creature in history, a feat worthy of being recorded in the annals.
"How did you do it?" Professor McGonagall couldn't wait to ask, "What method did you use to overcome this difficulty?"
"It's magic, Professor," Alaric explained.
"The reason Animagi can transform into ordinary animals but not magical creatures is that ordinary creatures don't have magic themselves.
While magical creatures are born with magic that conflicts with a wizard's magic.
That's the key to not being able to transform into magical creatures."
"And the reason I succeeded is that I found a way to transform my own magic into magical creature magic during the transformation.
I found the magical factors in dragon blood that generate magic and injected these factors into my own body.
Once I transform into a dragon, the dragon's body can activate these magical factors, allowing me to smoothly generate dragon-like magic after the transformation."
"I see," Professor McGonagall realized.
"Throughout history, countless wizards haven't found a solution," Professor McGonagall said to Alaric with a trembling voice.
"You actually managed to do it. I bet you'll get the Order of Merlin again. I'm proud of you."
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After Alaric transformed into a dragon, the commotion caused was truly significant.
Initially, the professors thought a wild dragon had invaded Hogwarts, leading them to prepare for a potential threat.
However, when they discovered that Alaric was the cause of all this, even Snape couldn't help but cast an admiring glance at Alaric.
This was indeed an unprecedented achievement, a significant breakthrough in the history of Transfiguration.
The professors no longer regarded Alaric as just a student.
In their eyes, Alaric was now a scholar who could engage in academic discussions with them on an equal footing.
This made Alaric's studies at Hogwarts even more relaxed.
He could choose to attend any class or skip them altogether, and the professors wouldn't bother him.
Some professors would even approach him after class to discuss profound academic topics.
Curious young wizards would try to eavesdrop, but they were surprised to find that they recognized every word Alaric and the professors mentioned, yet the combination of those words made no sense to them.
This left all the wizards dumbfounded, quickly realizing the widening gap between Alaric and themselves.
"I feel like in the eyes of the professors, he and us are no longer in the same class," Hermione complained to her roommate, Lisa Turpin.
This Curse class had just ended, and Professor Flitwick was excitedly discussing the use of spellwork with Alaric.
"Yes, I feel the same way," Lisa Turpin agreed. "The professors already see him as one of their own."
"You know, I've been trying to catch up with him all this time," Hermione sighed, looking at Alaric with a complex gaze.
"But now, I think I should give up on that idea."
"At least you're good friends with him," Lisa Turpin envied. "No matter what problem you encounter, he can help you solve it."
"Yes, I'm grateful for that," Hermione said, looking at Alaric engaged in an intense discussion, smiling broadly behind him.
...
Time quickly passed, and Valentine's Day arrived.
The heir of Slytherin hadn't made a move for a long time, and some even believed that the Chamber of Secrets had been sealed, and the danger had passed.
Many young wizards held this view, and the teachers and students, who had been suspicious for a long time, began to enjoy the pleasures of campus life.
Of course, some people held the opposite view.
Ernie from Hufflepuff was one of them; he still believed that Harry was the culprit, accidentally revealing himself in the Dueling Club.
Peeves the Poltergeist didn't help matters either.
He would suddenly appear in crowded corridors, singing loudly, "Oh, Potter, you annoying bastard..." and now he added a fixed dance routine to his act.
Harry and Ron's plan during the Christmas holiday failed.
After transforming into Crabbe and Goyle using Polyjuice Potion, they engaged in a series of subtle actions around Draco Malfoy.
Unfortunately, according to Malfoy's words, he seemed not to be the Heir of Slytherin and had no knowledge of the Heir's identity.
Instead, he expressed some longing for the Heir.
Of course, this didn't rule out the possibility that Malfoy was cunning enough to conceal his true intentions.
Even towards his two henchmen, he showed no signs of weakness. However, it seemed more believable that Harry himself was the Heir of Slytherin.
Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to believe he had stopped these attacks and announced that he would boost the students' morale on Valentine's Day.
On February 14th, during breakfast, everyone found out how Lockhart planned to boost morale.
When the young wizards entered the Great Hall, they thought they had entered the wrong place.
The four walls were covered with large dazzling pink flowers. Worse still, many heart-shaped confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling.
Lockhart wore a bright pink robe that matched these decorations, waving his hands to silence everyone.
The teachers sitting opposite him all had stern expressions.
Professor McGonagall's cheek muscle twitched, and Snape looked as if someone had just forced him to drink a large glass of strong drink.
"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart exclaimed.
"So far, 46 people have sent me cards, and I want to express my gratitude to them! Yes, I took the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all—and there's more!"
Lockhart clapped his hands, and twelve gloomy dwarfs walked in through several doors leading to the entrance hall.
These dwarfs were different from regular ones; Lockhart had them wearing golden wings and carrying harps on their backs.
"My friendly little cupids with greeting cards!" Lockhart cheerfully announced.
"They will be roaming around the school today, delivering Valentine's Day cards to all of you!
And the fun doesn't stop there! I believe my colleagues will be happy to join in! Why not let Professor Snape teach you how to brew love potions!
If you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I've ever seen.!"
Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Judging by Snape's expression, if anyone dared to ask him for the recipe for love potions, they would undoubtedly be forced to drink poison.
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