Taking On The Magical World 49 Chapter 48: Escape 1

I wipe away the saliva that felt like it was building up at the corner of my mouth. It seems like daddy got himself a brand-new killer toy! I gleefully say to myself.

I carefully and attentively ma.s.sage the chain like you would rub a pet or little child. I start fantasizing letting these two precarious snakes coil around my enemies and crushing them to death. I let out an evil chuckle at that.

After a while, I wake up from my fantasy and give the chain a light quick kiss on one of the snakeheads. I carefully put the shape-shifting snake chain on to my left wrist and then get back to looking for more treasures.

I stick my head back into the filing cabinet marked "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous." I start to look around again until my eyes landed upon three peculiar stones.

They were not your average stones found on the roadside or else they would not have grabbed my attention. No, they were very unusual and mysterious. I picked up the first one. It was a pure black stone one, and it felt as if, it was sucking away all the light near it. The other one was a blue stone, which kept on slowly pulsing rhythmically. The third one was a green stone, that radiated a pure life aura, if I could word it like that, when it touched my hand.

Very mysterious indeed, I muse. I will have to ask my mother what these stones are, when I get back home this summer.

I shove the three unfathomable stone in another one of my robe pockets.

The next item that greeted my greedy little hands was an orb that was caramel colored. As I was looking over the caramel tinted orb, I heard a big BOOM! After that, a putrid odor seeped through the cracks under the door and then wafted throughout the whole office.

s.h.i.t! I yell to myself, that must have been the Dungbomb that has gone off.

I hastily put the caramel colored orb into my robe pocket. Then I close the filing cabinet marked "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous" but before that, I take an 8-sided compa.s.s that is in the cabinet, which just draws my attention. I quickly search through my pockets looking for the potion. My right-hand touches a cold flask in my inner left pocket.

Aha! Here is it, the invisibility potion. I swiftly uncork the flask with the silver colored potion inside and then I gulp down the whole bubbly content in one go. I bring my right hand up to my eye level and watch as it slowly turns more and indistinguishable until I cannot see anything in front of my eyes. Yes! the potion work.

I look around the room and ponder to myself, should I run for it now or hide until the danger pa.s.ses. My mind quickly starts to rationalize things.

I don't know what the danger is or if it is coming to the room anytime soon and the invisibility potion only lets me be invisibility for about 10 minutes.

Escape it is, I choose. The twins must have bought me some time with the dungbombs they have set up, it now or never.

How the h.e.l.l do I escape then, I muse to myself. I cannot just open the door and head out. Anybody that might be in front of the door would get suspicious if the door had opened by itself.

I look around the office one more time, looking for another escape route that would help me get away unnoticed. Then my eyes pinpoint something that I have totally missed.

A cat flap!

Haha! Who would have ever thought that a cat flap would become my lifeline one day?

With my mind made up and a plan already formulated. I will myself to transform into my Animagus form.

The White Tiger!

It takes nearly a good minute of painful transformation for me to take on my Animagus form. I really need to do more training, I say frustratingly to myself. Now I only have less than nine minutes left until the potion's effect wear off.

Anyways I have now, finally turned into my proper form of the white tiger. When my new form is revealed. I look no bigger than a cat with white fur and black stripes. I have silver eyes and a few specks of golden hair on top of my crown. My tail wipes around and I scratch my itching upper mouth with my paw, must these new whiskers I have grown. I catch sight of myself on a mirror, and my spirit hits rock bottom. Even in my tiger form, which should look majestic. I look like a cute cuddlable creature. I do not know whether I should cry or laugh.

It ain't so bad, I argue. When I grow up, just like the white tiger, I will not be a cute creature any more but a lofty one.

I make my way to the cat flap and slowly stick my head out and survey the surrounding.

My head whipped around left and right, I saw n.o.body around. Mh? Now, this is interesting. No twins, no Filch, and not a single soul in sight.

I can ponder about this, when I get back to the Gryffindor common room, I voice to myself.

I pa.s.s through the cat flap and quickly make my way, far away from the crime scene.

As I slowly prowl the hallways in my Animagus form, I make sure to check for danger. Something smells fishy. Why did Fred and George set off the dungbombs and they are not anywhere near?

Did they do it for the heck of it? That sure as h.e.l.l fits the bill for the two of them. No, they know that this is an important mission and for all the years I have known them for they know when to play around and when not to.

My thoughts continue to race as I make my way to the Gryffindor tower.