Hogwarts Legacy Animagus Novels & Stories

Lucas adds under his breath. “You can do that?” Abby asks. I purse my lips and glare at Lucas. “No. Absolutely not and I’ve never accidentally transfigured anyone before.” Abby cocks and eyebrow and refills her glass. “I’m trying to keep my questions to a minimum because I know how annoying it can be, but what?” “Transfiguration is a type of magic. It’s the way werewolves shift and the way my familiars can take on the form of a regular animal.”

I tell him, I know I was being a snitch but these people kidnapped me I'm not taking anyone's side, if I see you do something you're not meant too, I'm gonna call you out on it. "You did what?!" Anthony shouts so loud it woke a sleeping Amelia up, I quickly slip her dummy in her mouth as Anthony tells ink to pull the car over, it was about to go down!

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

Are now started to cast a spell trying to locate where the Princess was it can’t, only purple-black polar lights show, “It does not track, it can’t…” Isilme couldn't even turn around because he didn't have enough time. A loud cracking noise woke him up, and he felt something long and hairy grab him around the middle and lift him off the ground, hanging facedown. He heard more clicking and saw the children's legs leave the ground, heard the horses and others sobbing and howling, and the next thing he knew, he was being pushed aside into the dark trees. With his head down low, Legolas noticed that whatever held him was walking on six very long, hairy legs, the front two of which were gripping

So, instead of letting instinct take over I turn into the next animal that I hear yelled out. Next, I am a mongoose running in circles. This form is kind of fun. Granted, I am still red but nobody seems to care about that as I run up to them all. When I see Scarlett I run up to her, turn into a ferret and climb up her to lay on her shoulders. I forgot that ferrets are blind but with my added awareness due to my witch blood and the ferret's natural abilities, I have no problems knowing what is going on or where I am at.

I nod. "Alright, let's do this." She held my hand tightly, then we started to chant the spell... in no time I was back in the past again, but this time I was unseen. There he was... Arkalis, but this time around he was slightly older. Arkalis could be seen standing before a stone alter, a bowl was placed on it. He had twelve wooden dolls with needles on them... I guess he did a binding spell on it. The binding spell is to lock up the human gene in them. This is my theory.

Angelina asked, suddenly swallowing hard. The necromancer’s eyes narrowed, as he examined the girl’s nervous face. “No, Angel. Today, we’ll have to raise a strong undead. This horse will not only retain his memory, mind and his own body. He’ll turn into a shellmouger. The monster sometimes called Scarlet Hoof. He’s a rare one, and he almost never appears naturally, without a necromancer’s help. And that’s because the monster requires an enormous amount of magic. “Reive, but I can’t...”

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

Her wolf form was sleek and beautiful, even in its exhaustion. "You're through it, Ana," I whispered, relief flooding my voice. "You did it." As Anastasia's transformation completed, Julia and I stepped back slightly, allowing her space to adjust to her new form. We watched in awe as the final remnants of her human features melded into the sleek, powerful form of her wolf. Her fur was a stunning blend of silver and gray, catching the light in a way that made it shimmer. Her eyes, now a piercing blue, retained the same spark of determination and intelligence.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”