The night sky is clear.

The full moon hangs high, and the soft glow is like the layer of gauze on the girl's pink skin.

Lynn prepared all the big and small bags of things, and left the castle before the curfew began, and walked towards the forbidden forest.

The requirements for making Animagus Transformation Potion are very harsh. Nothing elsewhere in Hogwarts can meet his requirements except the Forbidden Forest.

It's not right, it's OK to meet any request. That house can meet all Lynn's needs, including the weather.

But that was a magical creature after all. He was afraid that the natural environment simulated with magic would have some unknown impact on the transformed potion.

If it is bad, then the fun will be great. There are countless examples in history where Animagus has become a half-human and half-animal monster because of the failure of transformation. He reminds him not to be clever!

Especially in this kind of magic that requires the right time, place, and people.

Instead of going deep into the forbidden forest, he walked around the forest and came to a place outside the forbidden forest he had chosen before.

The trees here are very large and dense, and it is summer, with lush branches and leaves, blocking the sky tightly, and even a little sunlight cannot penetrate during the day.

Lin Neng first took the shovel transformed from the Transformation and found a conspicuous tree that could be used as a mark, and dug a hole about half a meter deep under the tree.

Then he put down the shovel and walked to the moonlight with the potion materials.

Pointing at the full moon in the sky, he took out the glass bottle, took out the Mandela leaf that had been pressed under his tongue for a full month, put it into the bottle, and then began...

“hetui!hetui!hetui!…”

He kept spitting his own spit into the glass bottle.

This is a very disgusting and troublesome process. Not only do he have to be careful not to spit his phlegm in, but he also keeps secreting saliva from his mouth until it is enough to fill the glass bottle.

At night, a boy kept spitting into the bottle in the dark woods, and this scene seemed very strange.

When the amount of saliva was enough, he took off one of his hair and put it into the glass bottle, scooped a silver teaspoon of dew from another bottle and put it in.

He just came out of Snape's office this afternoon, and he repeatedly confirmed before leaving. It was bought by Snape and taken from dew where there was no sunlight and humans had been in contact with each other for seven days.

Snape was so annoyed by him that he almost didn't want to let him get out.

If it weren't for Lyn's serious and responsible handling of potion materials these days, Snape wouldn't really want to give him this bottle of dew.

After all, the price is really not cheap.

Snape, as if he had discovered something recently, has been wandering around the fourth-floor corridor of the castle where Dumbledore forbids students from passing.

Lynn guessed that he had noticed something was wrong with Professor Quirrell.

Except for meeting Harry once in Diagon Alley, Lynn never took the initiative to contact him again.

This is what he deliberately did, because only in this way can he accurately judge that the plot of the first grade will continue according to the original work, and the opportunity he is waiting for will come.

After putting all the hair and dew into the bottle, the last thing that the deformation potion is missing is.

Lynn took out a moth pupa from his pocket, which was the pupa of the Grim Face Moth. It was from Snape's office, with a more reasonable price and guaranteed quality.

After stuffing the pupa into the bottle, the bottle of deformed potion is finally configured.

He used a cork to lock the glass bottle to death, put it into the pit that had been dug before, and finally filled it with a shovel.

So far, everything he can do has been done, and the rest is all up to God's will.

It was not until the next storm of lightning and lightning came that he could return here, dig out the potion, and complete the final deformation.

After Lynn packed everything, it was almost nine o'clock.

He did not send the remaining potion materials back to the dormitory specifically, but directly brought them to the beating Liu that had agreed with Cedric and the others.

Wherever he had just arrived, Ian and Cedric came together.

Since they discovered that Ian was a werewolf, they will come to accompany him every full month.

Just where a werewolf student was once at the place where he was transformed - the Screaming Shed.

They would chat there all night, with interesting stories about Professor Hogwarts, various colleges, and the magical world or the Muggle world.

However, today Lynn and Cedric clearly saw that Ian seemed to be in a bad mood.

He had never spoken before passing through the secret passage to the screaming shed.

Although he rarely spoke on his own initiative before and his face was still cold, after spending time together for a long time, Lynn and the others could feel that something was wrong.

Ian thought as usual, sat on the shabby wooden floor, leaning against the wooden wall, quietly waiting for the transformation to arrive.

Lynn and Cedric looked at each other, and both signaled to each other to speak first and ask what was going on.

They used a scissors and stone cloth with their eyes, and Cedric finally lost. Before he could ask, Yian spoke first.

“I shouldn’t be coming to Hogwarts again this year.”

Lynn and Cedric looked at him in shock.

"Why?"

"Because my last name is Campbell." He said softly.

Cedric didn't understand why, because the wizard's pure blood family did not have this surname at all.

But Lynn frowned and recalled something.

At the beginning, he felt that Yian's surname was familiar, but he didn't think about it much. This time, after he specifically emphasized the reminder, he could see that his family was not ordinary before combining it. Lynn finally remembered the meaning of the surname Campbell in the UK.

"Is it the Campbell of Duke Argyle?"

"The current Duke of Argyle is my father, and I am his only heir to the title and family."

This was the first time in more than a year since they met, and Yian took the initiative to mention his family affairs to them.

His transformation had begun, silver-white hair emerged from his body, his body and face began to lengthen, he growled in pain, but he still didn't forget to tell Lynn and their own story.

"My father...he is actually not willing to admit that I am his son at all..."

Sweat soaked his hair, and he continued to talk while gasping.

"After I was born, he spent all day with the women outside. He tried to have another son and then abandon me..."

Lynn and Cedric didn't say anything, they knew that Ian just needed two listeners tonight.

The werewolf sat quietly back on the wooden floor and said calmly.

"Free away the monster that killed my mother as soon as I was born."
Chapter completed!