Once it was confirmed there was no issue with Lynn's Animagus form, Professor McGonagall finally allowed Maranhao and the others to step out from behind her.
"Merlin... Lynn, the feathers on your body."
Looking up at Lynn, who was a head taller than her, Marietta's eyes sparkled as she exclaimed.
At this moment, Lynn was covered in a layer of glossy black feathers, the same color as the wizard robe she had been wearing before the transformation.
Some tail feathers trailed behind her long tail, and rain kept dripping off them. On either side of her front claws, some feathers formed wing-like structures.
However, the most amazing thing wasn't any of that, but what happened with every breath Lynn took.
The glossy black feathers covering her body reflected the moonlight, creating a shimmering blend of red and black.
Vaguely, a sense of elegance and nobility was highlighted.
But... Penelope looked at Professor McGonagall in confusion. "Professor, isn't an Animagus's appearance supposed to be related to the animal they transform into and the clothes they were wearing during their first transformation?"
"Lynn shouldn't be wearing red today, so why are her feathers..." turning red in the light?
Penelope didn't finish her question, but Professor McGonagall understood her perfectly.
Professor McGonagall looked at Lynn cheerfully, unable to hide the pride and relief in her heart.
Her own student had become the youngest Animagus master. While she was happy for Lynn, she was also proud that such a young master's Transfiguration had been taught by her.
As for Penelope's question, Professor McGonagall gave Lynn a teasing look.
Then she turned her gaze back to the three girls. "A Wizard's magic has a subtle relationship with their state of mind and mood, and the same goes for an Animagus."
"So I personally lean towards the idea," Professor McGonagall's smile widened slightly, "that Miss Lynn's feathers reflecting red in the light is because of what's in her heart."
Because of what's in her heart... the three Ravenclaw seniors present, excluding Lynn herself, all understood Professor McGonagall's meaning.
Hmph, who else could it be? It could only be related to Hermione; Lynn didn't have anyone else around her associated with red.
It couldn't possibly be Harry or Ron... Maranhao turned back and stood on her tiptoes, stretching her arm to barely reach Lynn's large head.
"You... you're completely wrapped around her finger."
As she spoke, she gently shook Lynn's head, not wanting to use any force.
Although Lynn hadn't quite figured out Professor McGonagall's words, seeing Maranhao struggling on her tiptoes...
She cooperatively leaned down and lowered her head, bringing her feathered head in front of Maranhao.
Maranhao cleared her throat, stood straight again, and cupped Lynn's feathered head in her hands.
"Not bad... at least you know to let your senior pat your head."
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