A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1032: Wanting to Soar in the Sky, Shoulder to Shoulder with the Silver Dragon

Garrett didn't avoid learning the Transfiguration Spell… Having more skills was never a burden, and the Transfiguration Spell could be quite useful in certain situations.

For instance, moving through dense forests in the form of a panther is more useful than in human form; flying in the form of a bird seems indeed more efficient and flexible than a wizard using the Flying Spell.

As for escaping or counter-attacking, the usefulness of the Transfiguration Spell is undeniable. The spectacular Transfiguration battle between Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen is unforgettable for any Chinese person!

Moreover, transforming into a silver dragon and flying side by side with Cirilla—ah, the ultimate temptation.

However, Garrett wanted to learn at his own pace. That is, not to be forced to "transform immediately!", but to understand the principles of the Transfiguration Spell first and then proceed step by step. Otherwise, what if something went wrong during the transformation?

What if it caused bodily distortion, deformities, injuries, or even inability to revert?

Even worse, what if internal organs were distorted, deformed, or injured? The cardiovascular diameter of a panther is not necessarily the same as that of a human...

"Let me see..." Before Garrett, two [Silent Illusions] simultaneously unfolded, slowly rotating in sync. Garrett glanced left and right, constantly comparing:

"From rabbit to goat… skull shape changes… tooth shape changes… spine enlarges and lengthens… ribcage elongates… limbs elongate disproportionately..."

Or perhaps the changes start from the DNA level? Let me use the [Bloodline Identification] Spell to see if the blood read from before and after the transformation indicates the same species...

"Garrett, how's your practice going?"

Cirilla happily poked her head in to ask. Garrett shook his head with a troubled expression:

"Still haven't figured it out. ...Wait a minute, let me look up some more information..."

Theoretically, he could also go down the path of "ignoring the principles, memorizing by rote, and forcibly casting the spell". Who could master every magic spell thoroughly?

One should thoroughly research the spells they use most frequently and uniquely. For common spells, memorizing them by rote to use them is sufficient. As for the rote memorization's empty power hindering progression, one does not rely on these spells for advancement anyway...

However, Garrett didn't want to treat the Transfiguration Spell in this way. Unlike the Fireball Spell or the Shelter Spell, the Transfiguration Spell was ultimately used on oneself.

Without thoroughly understanding it, an inaccurate or rough transformation would result in suffering that one would have to bear personally!

Garrett clutched his oak staff, closed his eyes, and connected his consciousness to the staff, sinking into meditation. The experiences of his predecessors flowed continuously:

Transforming into a reindeer, running joyously through the woods, the wind whistling past his ears… feeling an uncontrollable urge to nibble on fresh wild grass...

Transforming into a gray wolf, the lowered perspective, the powerful sensation of four legs treading the ground… the keener sense of smell compared to human form, the lightness of stepping on the ground, the ease of long-distance running...

Transforming into a black bear, the muscles swelling as if about to explode… standing upright in the forest, wrestling with a wild deer, swinging a paw to hit the deer's neck...

Even transforming into an oak tree, rooting deeply into the earth, savoring the fertility and barrenness of the soil, tasting the sunlight, rain, and wind…

These were sensations entirely different from being human. One could even say that mastering the Transfiguration Spell allowed one to enjoy more freedom and experiences than a mere human.

But...

Among the memories left by predecessors were also many failures, risks, and warnings. The first transformation involved muscle and bone pain akin to tearing;

Being unable to revert after a successful transformation, helplessly whining and seeking guidance from a mentor;

After reversing the transformation, being unable to eliminate a leftover tail...

Not to mention that many predecessors' memories included companions who died from panic and spell loss of control due to the extreme pain of their first transformation.

Garrett didn't want this. Even if he were to master the Transfiguration Spell, he wanted a reliable mentor, not a purely experienced practitioner who would grab him and shout, "Transform! Quickly transform!"

No way!

"Let me see… Natural priests often choose wolf or bear forms initially… Wolf form accounts for about 45%, bear form 30%, with some opting for deer and other forms… Leopard form is relatively high-level..."

Garrett sifted through the memories of his predecessors:

"But no matter what form is chosen, it must be one with which the practitioner is very familiar, one they could describe with closed eyes… Knowing its shape, movement, muscle, and skeletal characteristics… The more familiar with the transformation target, the higher the success rate…"

So Sister Moon Song's guidance was fundamentally incorrect!

I haven't raised wolves or bears, not even wild boars! The most I've dissected are rabbits, then pigs, mostly domestic ones from farms!

And even then, dissections weren't complete, only specific parts. Their appearance and movements, I haven't observed at all!

If I try transforming now, I would surely fail!

Garrett grumbled angrily. Most natural priests are close to nature, with many having animal companions from apprenticeship or Level 1 Priest. They can hug and touch them at will, living together daily...

When it comes time to learn Transfiguration, the animal companion's form is deeply imprinted in their memory. Even so, there's still a failure rate. With no preparation, I surely can't learn it!

He sighed and wobbled to his feet. He still needed to study more… Should he find a wolf to dissect?

Or a bear?

Are wolves or bears convenient to find in the tropical rainforest? He hadn't seen wolves or bears traded in previous magical beast transactions…

Garrett thought for a moment, pulled out a piece of paper, and began writing quickly:

1. Need a corpse of an adult leopard or wolf for dissection. Can ask the Golden Eagle Warriors or the Snake Woman. Hopefully, the Eagle God or Serpent God have leftover leopards...

2. Ask necromancers if anyone has an adult leopard or wolf skeleton to borrow… preferably one already made into a skeletal soldier and capable of running…

3. Post a task at the Mage Tower… to catch a leopard or wolf… Are there wolves here? If not, I'll have to choose a big dog. The Eagle God Kingdom does have many dogs.

Oh, if it's a living one, no need to dissect, can just keep it, use X-rays for bones, and ultrasound for organs…

Garrett filled a sheet of paper, left it on the table to review later, thinking and planning, and headed out. Stepping out the door, he suddenly stepped back with a start:

"Cirilla!"

"Garrett, still can't figure out how to transform?" Cirilla was pacing back and forth at the door, almost wearing down the floor. Seeing Garrett come out, she happily jumped up to pull him:

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Let's go relax! — There's always someone to handle things. Stop cooping up in the lab, come out and play! You've been in the Eagle God Kingdom so long and haven't taken me out much!"

Garrett obediently let her drag him out.

Since developing the yellow fever vaccine, to reduce the chances of virus mutation, he kept Cirilla far away from the lab, not letting her step into the research institute. He spent less than an hour with her each day.

For the fun-loving and curious Cirilla not to have flown back to the dragon's nest without him was already very considerate. Now that Cirilla wanted to play, he naturally had to accompany her!

"Where to?"

"To…"

Cirilla stood straight, extending her arm, pointing straight ahead. Upwards, upwards, tracing nearly a 90-degree arc, pointing to the distant snow-capped peak:

"There!"

"What, climb a snow mountain..."

Garrett looked up, up, straining his neck. At the end of his sight, a conical peak stood alone, overlooking myriad mountains, covered in white snow from halfway up.

If the plateau's average altitude is 2000 meters (he hadn't seen anyone with altitude sickness), and the snow line is 5000 meters, then this peak might be 7000 meters high… Cirilla, you're overestimating me…

"Let's go!" Cirilla tugged at him:

"This peak isn't high! Even the airship can fly up there! I've been playing there every day! Fly up together, and if you really can't fly anymore, I'll carry you!"

Garrett couldn't argue with her, so he had to use the Flying Spell. However, the wizard's Flying Spell had its limits, struggling to go beyond the snow line. Gasping for breath, he watched Cirilla easily soaring higher and higher, leaving him far behind…

The silver dragon girl, impatient, flew back to pull him:

"Garrett! Stop using the Flying Spell! Where's your Dragon Flight Cloak? Use it!"

Garrett indeed felt his Flying Spell was failing. He carefully landed in the snow, found the Dragon Flight Cloak, and draped it over his shoulders. Magic flowed, and a pair of large, strong, and hot gold-red wings unfolded behind him—

"Oh ho! Take off!"

Cirilla cheered beside him. Garrett concentrated, controlled the wings, and gently flapped. The air stirred, snowflakes rolling down, and he gradually rose, 3 meters, 5 meters, 10 meters—

"Garrett! Fly! Let's fly!"

Not far away, Cirilla also spread a pair of wings. Shining silver, flowing with clouds and snowflakes, looking larger than Garrett's.

With two gentle flaps, she reached Garrett's height, laughing and pointing forward:

"Garrett, let's fly up together!"

The two flew side by side, flapping their wings, ascending. The sunlight reflecting off the snow shone on Cirilla's face, her smile brighter than the snow.

Breaking through the clouds, through the cold currents, the snow-capped peak lowered beneath their feet. Soon, it seemed, they stood atop the mountain, hand in hand, overlooking the range below:

"—Garrett, see, the Transfiguration Spell isn't hard, is it?" Cirilla's smile was radiant, lightly shaking the dragon wings conjured by the Dragon Flight Cloak:

"These dragon wings, growing from your back, aren't uncomfortable or painful, right?"

Garrett suddenly froze.

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