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 transformed into a Raven, its entire Soul Body begins to tremble violently, as though gripped by an invisible, tremendous 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 immediately 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 meaning 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; some 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 something 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 me 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 me like this, truly is my great honor, and also makes me feel deeply ashamed of my shortcomings!"

The Gray Wolf looks pleadingly at Ian transformed 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 come out. Its mouth continually opens and closes, but Ian outside can only see its mouth moving.

Skills like lip-reading that are meant 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. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"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 extremely fearful reaction, Ian's suspicion is confirmed.

He recalls Meril's words—"You are the Raven"—and feels a bit complicated inside. It seems now that Meril's words hold some truth, perhaps among those punches thrown at Meril a few hundred times, one or two of them were wrongly thrown.

Ian also remembers the Shadow Creature previously said that Medivh is the Great Guardian of the Soul Hall, and now upon pondering this, he only feels increasingly strange; why does he need to separate Medivh's identity from that of the Raven?

Is it necessary?

Or... is there some 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 transformed 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 handsome Little Wizard. Simultaneously, Riddle's voice comes from the side, having already taken down the stunned Malfoy and is now looking towards Ian's side.

"Your Animagus form... is somewhat unexpected." Riddle, of course, witnessed Ian's entire transformation process and knows what magic it was, yet he is somewhat disappointed with Ian transforming into a Raven.

"I initially thought, your form would be more imposing, like... a Magic Giant Serpent such as Jormungandr." Mentioning 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 immense power inherent in Ian's Raven form, whereas his love for snakes is deeply rooted, given the lineage of Salazar Slytherin flows within him.