One thing is certain.
The transformation of the Gray Wolf in the shadows is indeed exceptionally conspicuous.
The previously arrogant and domineering Shadow Creature Gray Wolf now looks as if it has been struck by a bolt from the blue. Its once fierce face twists instantly, its blood-red eyes widen with fear and disbelief. When it recognizes Ian transford into a Raven, its entire Soul Body begins to tremble violently, as though gripped by an invisible, trendous force, and it collapses into the bottle instantly.
It's hard to imagine a wolf can kneel on all four legs. Standing from the Gray Wolf's perspective, how could it not instantly kneel? As a part of the Soul Hall, it almost imdiately recognized Ian's transformation.
That's the Master of the Soul Hall, the savior in the hearts of countless Soul Hall envoys—the eternal Raven. And why a human wizard would have such a form, just thinking slightly about its deep aning makes the Gray Wolf shake uncontrollably.
Mortals cannot bear the weight of Divine Spirits.
A mortal becoming a Divine Spirit, in the countless stories of old, always has only one possibility—that the mortal form is actually the disguise created by transformation.
As a character in fairy tales and stories, the Gray Wolf finds this situation too familiar; so Divine Spirits love to transform into mortals to journey through the Human World. Thinking of this, the Gray Wolf's previous arrogant presence completely dissipates.
"Mas... Master!" The Soul Body of the Gray Wolf kneels in the bottle, its voice trembling and reverent. Its eyes are filled with disbelief, as though witnessing sothing unimaginable.
"Why... Why are you here? How... How is this possible?"
The voice of the Gray Wolf carries a thread of despair and regret. It recalls its previous tough words against Ian, and a deep fear surges in its heart, its entire Soul Body swaying as though it's about to collapse.
This creature clearly doesn't have much courage, perhaps if it's the Gray Wolf toyed with by Little Red Riding Hood, it would make sense. Of course, despite not being human, the Gray Wolf's mind is working faster than most people right now.
Save itself!
It must save itself!
"Master, your prank on truly is fabulous! Truly worthy of you!" The Gray Wolf's voice carries a hint of sycophancy, as it begins to wildly praise Ian, trying to improve Ian's opinion of it.
"I have indeed received a lesson directly taught by you! Deeply taught by you! To trouble you personally to educate like this, truly is my great honor, and also makes feel deeply ashad of my shortcomings!"
The Gray Wolf looks pleadingly at Ian transford into the Raven, its tone filled with humility and flattery, as though begging for Ian's forgiveness. However, due to the Silencing Charm previously cast by Riddle, the Gray Wolf's voice doesn't co out. Its mouth continually opens and closes, but Ian outside can only see its mouth moving.
Skills like lip-reading that are ant for humans cannot be applied to wolves, and Ian doesn't need to hear whatever the Gray Wolf is rambling about; he can guess most of it.
For Ian.
He just took the opportunity to verify a piece of information.
"I am indeed connected to the Soul Hall."
Ian flaps his wings, circling once in mid-air, his gaze falling upon the Gray Wolf in the bottle. From this creature's extrely fearful reaction, Ian's suspicion is confird.
He recalls ril's words—"You are the Raven"—and feels a bit complicated inside. It seems now that ril's words hold so truth, perhaps among those punches thrown at ril a few hundred tis, one or two of them were wrongly thrown.
Ian also rembers the Shadow Creature previously said that divh is the Great Guardian of the Soul Hall, and now upon pondering this, he only feels increasingly strange; why does he need to separate divh's identity from that of the Raven?
Is it necessary?
Or... is there so information between these two identities that he doesn't know?
Thinking this, the Raven's head gently shakes.
Perhaps due to the Animagus magic, or maybe the influence of the transford creature form, Ian feels his "Divine Spirit" level mind advising him not to overthink things, just charge ahead recklessly to solve the issue.
He truly feels an impulse to interrogate the entire world for answers... this clearly isn't his own nature; it seems transforming into Magic Creatures indeed has side effects, and Ian quickly cancels his transformation.
Suddenly.
Accompanied by a twist of his body, he reverts back to the handso Little Wizard. Simultaneously, Riddle's voice cos from the side, having already taken down the stunned Malfoy and is now looking towards Ian's side.
"Your Animagus form... is sowhat unexpected." Riddle, of course, witnessed Ian's entire transformation process and knows what magic it was, yet he is sowhat disappointed with Ian transforming into a Raven.
"I initially thought, your form would be more imposing, like... a Magic Giant Serpent such as Jormungandr." ntioning the Magic Giant Serpent, a hint of fanaticism flashes in Riddle's eyes,
his lips slightly curve upwards into a fanatical smile.
Clearly, the feeble Riddle doesn't sense the imnse power inherent in Ian's Raven form, whereas his love for snakes is deeply rooted, given the lineage of Salazar Slytherin flows within him.
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