"Alright." Howl put down his paintbrush and carefully surveyed the painting he had made.
The painting depicted an endless meadow dotted with small purple flowers, and a clear stream winding through it.
White clouds unfurled across the blue sky, and besides them, there was an abrupt clothes rack, on which hung a flowing long dress that complemented the blue sky and white clouds.
It seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive.
Howl put down his paintbrush, then infused it with magic.
A moment later, the clouds in the sky began to move slowly, and the long dress began to sway in the wind.
"Alright, give it a try," Howl said.
"Mm." Sindel responded softly, and just as she was about to step into the painting, the large cat in her arms suddenly broke free and leaped into it.
A fluttering butterfly flew out of the grass, catching the large cat's attention and making him run and jump joyfully.
"It seems there are no problems. Hmm… my skills are getting better and better," Howl said with a smile.
Then, Sindel, dressed in that green dress, also walked into it.
As soon as she entered, her gaze was drawn to the elegant long dress.
Although describing it this way is quite abstract, but…
"The real thing looks so much better than what I saw!!" The girl exclaimed in admiration, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Howl nodded with satisfaction, feeling a little surprised.
The emotions she displayed here were much more natural than when he first met Sindel.
"Want to try it on?" Howl asked.
"Okay." Sindel took the long dress off the hanger, then pointed behind Howl.
"Mr. Cat, that… that!"
"What?" Howl turned his head.
"Please cover that painting frame!" she said shyly, clutching the dress collar to her chest.
"Oh, oh, okay." Howl nodded, realizing, and got up to cover the painting frame on the table.
Only then did Sindel walk into the painting frame.
Seeing that the grass was empty, Howl turned his gaze to the large cat in the painting, and with a light click of his tongue, the large cat understood his meaning and slapped the clothes rack out of the painting.
As for where it went?
He didn't know.
"Painting… it's truly magical," Howl sighed.
A moment later, Sindel, having changed into the elegant light blue long dress, walked out of the painting frame.
The long dress hung down, reaching her ankles. It was fluffy but not bulky, and even somewhat form-fitting.
The girl was barefoot, lightly stepping on the grass, and the gentle breeze depicted in the painting ruffled her skirt.
However, at this moment, Sindel's face was flushed red.
"Mr. Cat… why…"
"What happened?" Howl was a little confused.
"Why is there no fabric on the back?!" The girl turned around, exposing her back.
Looking at Sindel, who had her back exposed, although Howl thought this long dress perfectly matched his aesthetic, it was… clearly not good to blurt that out now.
"Uh… I don't know that either. I just drew its side, you know, I wasn't drawing a design sketch… why it's like this, I really don't know."
"A painting is an extension of the painter's thoughts and will…" From within the fireplace, a mischievous voice muttered, caught by Howl's keen pointed ears.
"Shut up! Children are not allowed to interrupt!"
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in," Howl changed the subject, shifting his gaze.
Then, the door slowly opened, and Harry's figure appeared outside the door.
"Uncle Howl," Harry said, stepping in and closing the door behind him.
"Mm." Howl was tidying up his painting supplies: "Is there something you need?"
"This is the first draft of my wand making plan," Harry said, pulling out a finger-thick parchment draft from his waist pouch.
Then he added: "Also, I wanted to ask about Animagus. Earlier, I went to Professor Kelteburn to learn about Dementors, and an idea came to me…"
Howl looked at the manuscript Harry gave him while listening to Harry's narration.
The wand design was very thoughtful. Harry chose the Feathered Serpent array, but the runes on the wings were more conservatively not raised, but gathered and closed.
Rather than wings that carry people to fly, they were more like two shields.
Reserved and steady.
And the raised cobra head represented the soaring will within.
"Do you have a concept for venomous fangs?! I remember this was not in the original array," Howl asked curiously: "Did you substitute the snake head portion with the Apophis array?"
"Mm." Harry nodded, feeling a little nervous.
This idea was a bit bold, and he didn't know if his concept would succeed.
Whether it was an ignorant patchwork or a logical continuation would depend on the answer Uncle Howl gave.
Then, Howl flipped through several more pages of the manuscript.
They meticulously detailed and calculated various logical connection problems in the mutual conversion of the two arrays.
Finally, a relatively successful patchwork array rune was obtained.
Howl carefully calculated for a while, picked up a pen, and continuously made modifications.
"The Aga runes here cannot successfully connect the magic channels. The difference between them is like the difference between an aorta and capillaries. This needs to be replaced with Delo runes."
Saying that, Howl spread out the parchment: "And you also overlooked a problem, not to mention the difficulty of carving the snake body with Orichalcum. I think since you have this idea, you will naturally solve it yourself.
But on this point, you also cannot forget the problems existing on the Golden Apple branch.
On the Golden Apple branch, there are also two attached branch sections. Using extra magic to construct the array in the snake's belly can call upon a larger amount of magic at the same time—this must be utilized.
If it is not utilized, the knots on the Golden Apple branch will instead become a burden. If left unchecked, it will be like a straw with holes leaking air. If forcibly blocked, it will gradually evolve into a blood clot in a blood vessel."
"Okay!" Harry nodded solemnly, his eyes constantly moving back and forth on the parchment where Howl was performing calculations, doing his best to calculate in his mind.
"There's also one more issue—he plans to use Phoenix feather as the second wand core to assist the Orichalcum snake array."
"This… because my own wand is made of Phoenix feather," Harry explained: "So I thought, maybe this is what suits me best."
"Are you sure?" Howl looked at him, his gaze slowly lingering on his scar.
Harry gradually placed his hand on his scar.
"What if you were able to obtain this wand simply because of Lord Voldemort?" Howl slowly said: "Your strange connection with Lord Voldemort cannot be a coincidence, you know that, right."
Harry looked up and touched his scar, then nodded gently.
"Yes… Oh, well, I somewhat overlooked this issue. After all, this can't be explained away by fate or coincidence or anything like that," Harry nodded, feeling like he had made a particularly stupid mistake.
"Yes." Howl nodded: "So you need to hurry up, and you also need to spend time learning Occlumency. Riddle's book is here with me, waiting for you to get information from him at any time.
At that time, you can also try to get some clues about Horcruxes from him, after all, know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated!!"
Harry nodded heavily, taking a deep breath.
The pressure was on.
"Oh, and Animagus! Hmm… the change of Animagus is very comprehensive. Many people, after transforming into an Animagus, are even unable to cast magic. This spell completely changes your physical body.
And the relationship between this changed physical body and the soul is like the relationship between a walnut and a walnut kernel—hard, perfectly sealed.
Any traits of yours that do not belong to the transformed creature will be appropriately sealed, not revealing a single bit. Yet, they will receive even more rigorous protection."
So, theoretically, this is feasible."
Then, Howl changed the subject: "However, you must understand how high the risks of Animagus are!"
"As long as it's useful, I'm willing to try!" Harry replied with conviction.
"I hope this isn't a rash decision you made after seeing me succeed so easily. Hmm… I believe in your determination.
But I must say, if you fail, no one can save you, not even I can guarantee it. The consequences of Animagus failure are a hundred times more complex than imagined!
You should calm down for a while first.
In a week, if you still decide to learn this spell, you can come find me."
Harry nodded, and after bidding farewell to Howl, he quickly left.
He still had to quickly finish his homework, and then carefully try to choose an auxiliary wand core again.
After Harry left, Howl pondered the matter of the Mandrake. He already had a general idea about Harry's decision.
This week, rather than being time for Harry to think seriously, it was more like giving the Mandrake some time!
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