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The first stage of Animagus transformation involves a wizard undergoing a series of complex magical rituals to achieve a semi-permanent humanoid-to-beast form. If the potion consumed at the final stage includes powdered Philosopher's Stone and the blood of a magical creature, the wizard can transform into the corresponding magical creature. However, they still cannot use that creature's magic, because at this stage, the wizard's body lacks a fully developed internal energy network that matches the transformed form.
Therefore, during a first-stage transformation, the wizard loses the ability to cast spells—this applies regardless of whether the transformation is into a mundane animal or a magical beast.
But wizards continued to explore and refine Animagus transformation, eventually proposing a bold new idea: by using alchemical armor to construct an artificial internal energy network compatible with the transformed body, they could overcome this limitation—restoring spellcasting ability to the transformed wizard.
The second stage of Animagus transformation centers on the perfect integration of three elements: the wizard's original body, their transformed form, and the alchemical armor.
Cold metal and blazing flesh fuse under the force of magic, ultimately merging into a wondrous new form. Harry had previously chosen the blood of the Thunderstorm Dragon Thor. The silver-blue scales and feathers were unique to this creature. Now, those silver-blue scales formed a suit of draconic armor that completely enveloped him. Fused with the magical structure of his alchemical armor, it forged a heavy, angular exoskeleton.
Dancing arcs of lightning and thunder coiled across its surface like living serpents. Razor-sharp armor plates flexed open and closed with ease, while fierce air currents surged from the gaps. The thunderclouds that always accompanied the Thunderstorm Dragon now took the form of a formless, shadowy cloak. Three pairs of wings, radiating a cold steel gleam, folded against his back—ready to stir the wind and summon storms at any moment.
It was then that Harry understood the true meaning of high-speed flight—that exhilarating sense of freedom. The ability to effortlessly break the sound barrier and soar through the sky at 120 times the speed of sound belonged solely to the ultimate speed of the Thunderstorm Dragon!
As tens of thousands of flying swords formed a single dazzling streak of sword light that sliced open a tiny breach, a shadowy figure appeared at the breach as if teleporting. In an instant, the figure pierced 380 meters deep into the strange defensive force field. The remaining short distance couldn't be crossed by brute force alone—not even a physical body could breach the shield that could withstand spatial storms. Instead, the way forward was to anchor a spatial coordinate through the small rupture ahead!
Then came a twist—a flash of movement.
With Apparition, he completed the final segment of the journey!
Clang~
A crisp metallic chime echoed out as the modular alchemical weapon attached to his armor transformed into a folding single-edged longsword, entirely snow-white. It formed a striking contrast with the black heavy tower shield on his left arm.
Ebony and white ivory had also fully fused with the alchemical armor.
The pale blade scraped across the black shield's surface, now shrouded in iron-gray magical energy.
In a world of magic, using cold weapons might seem foolish. But sometimes, these outdated tools could accomplish what spells alone could not. By embedding magical spells into handheld weapons, a wizard could continuously channel magic into them, empowering the spell with a steady, sustained flow of energy!
"Shadowless Severing Edge!"
The iron-gray magical coating turned invisible—an unseen blade fully solidified and extended from the single-edged sword. Now, for the first time, a 'common' spell released through advanced Awakened Magic unleashed its full potential in Harry's hands.
The 15-meter-tall metallic space beacon tower was sliced cleanly in two the moment the invisible blade passed through it. Its flawless, polished cut surfaces only reluctantly separated after a moment's delay.
The massive power core that had been severed began sparking erratically. Within seconds, the highly compressed, high-density energy inside overloaded all containment protocols, and a roaring explosion erupted!
Boom—!
A surge of blue-white lightning erupted into the sky, spiraling upward. The nearby mechanical soldiers were slammed backward by the shockwave, hurled straight into the defensive force field they had erected to guard against outside attack. The sheer force crushed their mechanical exoskeletons between the two extremes. A burst of blinding, crimson blood exploded into the air.
Beneath the cold metal armor, there was still a body of flesh and blood. These were not purely mechanical constructs, but hybrid warriors—flesh-and-blood soldiers merged with machine armor.
The violent surge of magic and electromagnetic explosions had no effect on the dragon-armored knight facing them head-on. At that moment, Harry took a deep breath, almost draining the residual magic released by the explosion. Since his advancement, the magic pool within him had evolved from a small pond into a lake's central basin. Now, with this influx of magical energy, the once-depleted lake was more than halfway refilled.
"Not mechanical?"
The thought flashed through Harry's mind, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. Whether these soldiers were robots or flesh-filled cans didn't matter. However, if he needed to extract intelligence, humans would obviously be far easier to handle. After all, if their minds were run by electronic systems, then based on current observations, his world's tech-side forces were too underdeveloped to easily crack the data. But if they were humans, then magic would prove extremely effective.
The moment Harry appeared, the mechanized soldiers had already reacted, pulling the triggers on their weapons. Beams of what resembled high-energy plasma bolts launched through the air—each one radiating temperatures of several thousand degrees, and each carrying a faint magical fluctuation. These soldiers had perfectly blended technology and magic, achieving a delicate balance where neither contaminated the other, but instead enhanced both sides—creating a combined force that far exceeded the sum of its parts.
But it was useless.
The Thunderstorm Dragon's transcendent dynamic vision and neural reflexes were now fully active in Harry. This wasn't Thor's underdeveloped juvenile form—it was the matured, peak-stage Thunderstorm Dragon, unmatched in the skies.
Even with targeting systems vastly more advanced than Earth's, these plasma bolts, limited to supersonic speeds, simply couldn't catch Harry, who—even at a tenth of his top speed—was still moving at Mach 12.
The invisible blade flickered eight times in the blink of an eye. The remaining eight space beacon towers collapsed and shattered, their core power cells violently dismantled—ripped from their anchor points and severed from their conduit systems.
The once-imposing cobalt-blue defensive force field began flickering erratically, rapidly weakening and finally dissipating. All that remained was the last, feeble layer of shields raised by the semi-mechanical soldiers themselves.
"Soul Severance!"
Teleporting in front of one soldier, Harry drew a "compact" pistol and pressed it to the enemy's head. The Glock 18, having fused with the weapon system of his alchemical armor, had undergone drastic external changes. Its now-bulky barrel clearly wasn't meant for slim 9mm rounds. To suit his second-stage Animagus dragon-form, even the Glock's weakest spellcasting mode had a monstrous 12.7mm caliber—benefiting from the sniper rifle configuration's base fivefold spell-power amplification.
With a bang of magical energy, the overpowered Soul Severance Curse triggered, causing the soldier's armored body to freeze for a moment—then the head burst into a shower of blood.
"They have anti-mind-control failsafes?"
Harry's eyes narrowed as he immediately realized something.
The blackened barrel of the ebony gun swung upward.
"Thunderclap Burst!"
The dome-shaped shield was blown apart violently from the inside out.
"Uncle Ivan!"
Harry shouted to the distant Ivan, "Freeze them!"
Ivan blinked into view in an instant—just as Harry's second sentence followed.
"They're going to self-destruct."
Within the Absolute Stillness Domain unleashed by the Tyrant of the Ice Plains, everything—every atom, every heartbeat—fell into a state of frozen suspension.
(End of Chapter)