A month had passed in the blink of an eye since Harry moved into the small bedroom on the second floor.
Harry felt this was his busiest holiday ever.
Yes, even though during every previous holiday, he had to spend a lot of energy and time playing "Catch Harry" with Dudley and his friends.
But compared to this holiday, all that physical and time expenditure in the past seemed insignificant.
However, unlike before, he now enjoyed it.
Just cleaning up every day, practicing magic control, and reading interesting magic books—nothing could be more fulfilling than this.
Contrary to Harry's thoughts, Howl felt that this past month had been too long and too agonizing.
The reason was that he had found some deeds about Merlin in "Modern History of Magic," which introduced this "Jehovah of Wizards" as an Animagus.
And he was an Animagus capable of transforming into multiple animals.
In other words, a so-called Animal Wizard.
Undoubtedly, this magic immediately caught his attention.
It wasn't that he couldn't transform into animals, but that was either a "transformation spell" used for deception, or it was achieved by converting himself into an animal through the human body refining formation on his own body.
The book's record of Merlin stated that when Madam Mim transformed into a Dragon, Merlin seized the opportunity to transform into a germ and entered her body, attacking her and achieving victory.
This meant that the upper limit of this spell… seemed a bit too powerful.
Especially in Howl's current situation, his head had turned into a cat, which even caused his strength to decline significantly, much to his distress.
This body-altering magic offered him a glimmer of a breakthrough opportunity.
Although the book stated that every Animagus could only transform into one animal, Merlin was an exception… In the world of magic, nothing is absolute.
After all, magic, in essence, is about creating the impossible.
Of course, the premise is not to play yourself to death.
So, after he found out the relevant operating methods and deduced them based on Potion theory, he immediately began to try.
The first step was to hold a Mandrake leaf in his mouth on a full moon day and keep it there until the next full moon.
During this period, he could not swallow or spit out the leaf under any circumstances; if the leaf left his mouth, the entire process would have to start over.
So, for the past month, he had barely spoken.
But tonight, he could finally be free.
Today is the full moon!!
At this moment, the night was deep; it was only eight o'clock, but the sky was already full of stars.
Harry practiced magic control under the moonlight.
He no longer used dummies as targets to unleash his magic.
With the aid of Potions, he had initially mastered the technique of bursting forth with magic.
Now, what he was doing was trying to ignite the paper scraps in the brazier in front of him.
This was with a specific goal, a clear casting direction, and without the emotional boost, relying solely on the desire to cast.
It was much harder than simply trying to knock down a dummy.
"Burn!!!" Harry suddenly raised his hand and pointed, his eyes fixed on the brazier.
Although speaking such words might be a bit awkward, it could indeed play a subjective guiding role to some extent.
In the brazier, a spark lit up on the paper scraps, and Harry's face immediately brightened with joy, but unfortunately, in a blink of an eye, the spark extinguished.
"Hey—light up for me!!!" Harry growled again.
He had been doing this training for some time, and this was the first time he had seen a spark.
He could feel that he was just one step away from success.
Veins bulged on his forehead, his muscles tensed, and he stared intently at the paper scraps.
With a whoosh, flames suddenly erupted from the paper scraps for no apparent reason, just like flames suddenly bursting from an overheated pot.
"I succeeded!" Harry looked at the faint flames in the brazier in disbelief; although they were weak and wavered constantly in the mountain wind, he had indeed succeeded.
Click—
The door slowly opened, and Harry turned his head to see Uncle Howl walking out, and he quickly said, "Uncle Howl, I succeeded."
Howl glanced at the flame and praised, "Not bad."
Huh?
Harry was also stunned for a moment.
When was the last time he heard Uncle Howl speak?
It was a long, long time ago.
He remembered that on the third day after he moved to the second floor, Uncle Howl suddenly stopped speaking.
When he asked why, Uncle Howl simply opened a book and showed him the first step of the Animagus magic training method.
It turned out that he had to put the Mandrake leaf in his mouth, which was why he couldn't speak.
Since then, Harry had never heard Uncle Howl's voice again.
Actually, Harry had secretly tried to speak with a leaf in his mouth, and the answer he got was—yes, he could.
But he would lisp.
So Harry guessed that Uncle Howl felt that lisping would damage his dashing image, which was why he simply chose not to speak.
No wonder this child is so smart; if Howl knew, he would definitely give him a good scolding.
"Uncle Howl, you can speak?!" Harry said happily.
Howl nodded, looking at the moon in the sky.
The summer evening breeze was refreshing, and the bright full moon hung in the sky, generously spreading its radiance to the world.
Howl took the Mandrake from his mouth and placed it into a small, transparent glass bottle, then added a collected teaspoon of dew and a pupa of a Death's-head Hawkmoth.
Finally, it was a strand of his own hair—no, his beard.
He didn't have hair now.
At first, he wanted to use fur, but his face was covered in thick, dense fur, so he ultimately chose a beard, which is equivalent to hair on a human body.
After doing all this, Howl recalled the subsequent details in his mind: the Potion had to be hidden in a dark, secret place.
But at the same time, it couldn't be inside the residence.
And it had to be ensured that it was not subjected to any prying eyes or sunlight.
Howl already had relevant plans for these.
He flipped his hand and, with a remote digging motion towards the base of the redwood tree next to the Castle, a cracking sound of wood breaking was heard, and a large hole was revealed.
This was the wild, where the Potion could absorb natural energy on its own, but because of the redwood tree and this hole, sunlight could not shine in.
After placing the small bottle, he again filled the hole, then took out his wand and began to set up defensive arrays to prevent accidents.
He certainly didn't want to go through it again; keeping a leaf in his mouth for a whole month was truly tormenting.
Howl did all of this without avoiding Harry.
At this moment, Harry walked over, his eyes gleaming: "Uncle Howl, is this Animagus? Why does it seem like I'm making a Potion when it's clearly a type of magic?"
Howl nodded and said, "Animagus is clearly a profound magic that combines Potions and Transfiguration.
There's no need to be surprised; magic is diverse in its forms of expression.
Do you remember what I said in Knockturn Alley a month ago?"
Harry thought for a moment and said directly, "You said they were all trash."
Howl opened his mouth, then shook his head: "No, not that, something about magic."
Harry thought again, then his memory suddenly surged, his eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "You said they were still expressing magic with 'waves.'
Finally, Harry added, "They're all trash!"
Howl nodded and rubbed Harry's head: "That's right, so you must remember that the forms of magic expression are diverse, and in the future, you must never become someone who can only shoot waves."