They are rearranging and combining.

Aside from feathers starting to grow on his body, Ian’s muscles also continued to contract, as if adapting to a completely new form. His skin became extraordinarily sensitive, able to feel every subtle movement in the air. His fingers started to become long and agile, with nails gradually turning sharp.

Just like a raven’s claws.

Gradually, his shoulders began to contract, transforming into the strong wings of a raven; his face flattened, and his mouth turned into a sharp beak. The process was both painful and wonderful, and Ian could clearly sense every cell’s division and recombination, every bone, every muscle, and every drop of blood no longer belonging to a human.

During this process, Ian’s vision underwent a tremendous change. The world he saw was no longer the ordinary scene from before; it became clearer and more vivid.

He could see every crack and crevice in the walls, see the tiny dust particles floating in the air. His hearing also became incredibly acute, able to hear subtle sounds coming from afar.

He could even distinguish the source and direction of different sounds. Even Merlin’s breathing, he could hear several layers, and Merlin’s heartbeat couldn’t evade this special hearing.

"Oh my god! I’ve really turned into a bird!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

As the pain gradually subsided, Ian was finally able to make a sound; he couldn’t help but let out an unadaptable groan, the tone sharp and somewhat peculiar.

Of course.

Merlin, who had just managed to pull himself from the wall, had an expression even more peculiar than Ian’s upon hearing Ian’s voice, as if struck by lightning, he stood there stunned.

"This is... an unforgettable voice!"

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle, staring in horror at the transforming and gradually stabilizing Ian. As he watched, Ian, now a raven, flapped his wings and flew straight towards the palace ceiling.

"Bang!"

A very loud noise.

The invaluable palace was punctured with a large hole—not that Ian intended it, he just wanted to slightly adapt to this strange yet inexplicably familiar body.

Who could have thought?

With just a flap of the wings, his entire being, no, the entire bird exploded with terrifying speed, as if it cut through the stream of light, everything in front becoming like tofu debris.

The originally incredibly solid palace wall, under Ian’s powerful impact, was as fragile as paper. Bricks and wood shattered, flying and splattering, raising a cloud of dust.

The air was torn asunder under his wings, making a piercing whistling sound. Ian’s figure flashed through the flying debris, instantly breaking free from the palace’s constraints, soaring towards the ominously clouded sky. His field of vision suddenly widened, with the Helheim palace rapidly shrinking below him.

As if it turned into a trivial model.

The black-and-white world unfurled in his vision, like an ancient ink painting. The sky was dark, the earth was pale, everything seemed so silent and desolate.

Ian was adapting to the form.

Meanwhile, in the damaged palace, Merlin was as if facing a formidable enemy, frantically using his cognition and magic power, constantly laying various powerful magic around his body.

"Possession! This must be a premeditated possession! I should never have let him touch that dead bird’s body!" A chilling judgment arose in Merlin’s mind.

He looked up at the sky.

His gaze filled with terror.

"It’s big trouble!"

Merlin prepared to give his all at any moment.

And his reaction.

Obviously, it wasn’t something the little wizard could comprehend; the little wizard was still enjoying flying in the sky.

"This... is this the feeling of flight?" Ian’s heart surged with an indescribable excitement. Every flap of his wings, it felt as if he could sense a response from the space.

It’s like with each flap, it meant casting magic—Ian was enjoying the flight, at this moment, the shadows filling the sky seemed to be celebrating for him.

The whole of Helheim seemed awakened by a certain power.

Numerous Dementors carrying headstones raised their heads from all directions, their hollow eye sockets lighting up with an eerie glow, all prostrating on the ground, emitting wretched cries.

The sound was like the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves, echoing throughout Helheim, with Ian circling in the clouds, looking down at Helheim below. The figures of those Dementors appeared minuscule in his vision, but their voices clearly reached his ears. That sound carried an indescribable reverence and submission.

As if paying homage to him.

"This... could it be that my transformation let me inherit some kind of power from that Shadow Crow?" A trace of astonishment flashed in Ian’s heart; he could see those Dementors on the ground. He could also see the headstones on their backs vibrating slightly, emitting a low hum for reasons unknown.

"This feeling... it’s so wonderful, perhaps I’m the first to possess a magical form, no, according to Merlin, it should be a divine spirit form of an Animagus?!"

Ian’s heart surged with an indescribable excitement. He could feel his body had completely adapted to the rhythm of the flight, making him increasingly skillful at flying. A strong impulse suddenly surged in his heart, and the little wizard couldn’t help but open his mouth and let out a sharp cry.