It was a new day.
Although he had been woken up in the middle of the night yesterday, Allen had slept very well, perhaps thanks to Professor Snape's potion.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the hand holding his wand. It seemed he had successfully opened the blind box, so let's see what he would get today!
Allen thought calmly.
He quickly noticed something was off; he seemed to see things particularly clearly today. Why would his eyes be randomized again today? According to Professor Dumbledore's conjecture, shouldn't the Transfiguration effect be enhanced?
Last time, the wand's Transfiguration talent produced a pair of wings, so why was it just an eye this time?
Allen had randomized his eyes too many times before, so he was no longer surprised by it.
He felt a little disappointed, it seemed Dumbledore's estimation was wrong, and he still hadn't found the real reason for Allen's mutation.
Fortunately, today's eyes were not colorblind, and they seemed to be very sharp and clear.
He slowly put on his clothes and walked to the mirror in the dormitory, observing his new eyes today.
The new eyes startled Allen. He had never seen such eyes—the pupils were black and vertical, and the rest of the eyeballs were brilliant gold.
He quickly searched his knowledge reserves and found no animal with such eyes.
The only thing he could think of was that some owl species had golden whites of their eyes, but that color was definitely not as bright as his current eyes, and an owl's pupils were round, while his were vertical. Additionally, an owl's eyes were cylindrical and could not rotate, whereas his could move flexibly.
Allen struggled to search his mind. Could it be the eyes of some kind of snake?
There were many mutated snake species, and perhaps some were like this, but Allen quickly dismissed this idea. Snakes' most sensitive sense was their perception of smell, and their eyesight was generally poor, whereas his eyes seemed to have exceptionally good vision.
Thinking of this, Allen quickly walked to the dormitory window, opened it, and looked intently into the distance.
The vision in these eyes was terrifyingly good. He could clearly see Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest. "Emmm, it seems I saw Hagrid writing a letter, just starting the first line. Looking closer, the first line seemed to say 'Dear Harry'."
Allen's heart suddenly jumped. What kind of animal had such powerful eyes? Hagrid's hut was several kilometers away!
Could it be that his golden finger had finally arrived? Was it an built-in 8x scope?
Moreover, these eyes could see close-up objects very clearly, and their perception of color was very sharp. They also seemed to be able to distinguish more colors than the human eye.
Allen looked at his eyes in the mirror and fell silent. Could it be that his eyes were enhanced by magic to be like this?
It seemed plausible.
Allen thought for a long time but still found no new discoveries.
At this moment, Harry and Ron called him to go down for breakfast.
Forget it, no more thinking, eating is more important!
...
At the dining table, Harry and Ron were still quietly and excitedly discussing yesterday's adventure, constantly speculating about the object guarded by the three-headed dog.
Allen was not interested in that and did not participate, instead flipping through a book and doing his preview.
When the owls flocked into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was drawn to a long, slender package carried by six long-eared owls.
Harry and his two friends were also drawn to it. Unexpectedly, several owls circled down and dropped the package onto the table in front of Harry, spilling Allen's pumpkin juice and drenching his leg by surprise.
Allen had no choice but to pull out his wand and utter the spell at his robes: "Scourgify!"
All the stains instantly disappeared, but Allen clearly felt the unusual nature of this spellcasting.
He clearly saw that when he chanted the spell and concentrated, his wand was surrounded by a cylindrical light screen. As he chanted the spell, various symbols flashed on the light screen and pieced together into regular text. The moment his spell was completed, the light screen turned into countless light waves that disappeared into the air, and then the spell took effect...
Allen rubbed his eyes hard. "Did I see things?" he muttered softly.
Then he aimed at the pumpkin-juice-covered table and chanted the spell again: "Scourgify!"
While chanting, Allen widened his eyes, staring intently at his wand. Sure enough, the light screen appeared again, and the runes on it swam like tadpoles, finally forming a string of regular text, which then disappeared into the air.
Allen's heart suddenly pounded. He felt as if he could see something incredible, but he wanted to confirm it again.
He cast several cleaning spells at the dirty spots on the table, and the light screen indeed appeared repeatedly.
His unusual behavior caught Neville's attention. Neville asked in confusion, "Allen, what are you doing? It's already very clean, why are you still casting spells?"
Allen suddenly turned to Neville and asked eagerly, "Neville, could you see a light screen on my wand when I just cast the spell?"
"No? There's no light when a cleaning spell is cast?" Neville was a little confused.
"Then I'll cast the cleaning spell again, watch carefully!" Allen controlled his Excited heart and used the cleaning spell again.
"Did you see it? Did you see it?" Allen looked at Neville with anticipation and worry.
Neville reached out and touched Allen's forehead: "Are you sick today? There's clearly nothing there!"
Only then did Allen confirm that he possessed some incredible ability. He said to Neville with a hint of panic, "It's nothing, maybe it's because I didn't sleep well yesterday."
At this moment, Harry excitedly leaned over, handed him a parchment letter, and whispered to him, "Look!"
Allen quickly finished reading and said in surprise, "How did you..."
Before he could finish, Harry covered his mouth. "Shhh... don't make a sound, we'll open it back in the dormitory!"
Ron also excitedly leaned over and whispered to Allen, "It's the latest Nimbus 2000!"
"How can you afford it... No... I mean, aren't first-years not allowed to bring flying brooms?" Allen also lowered his voice.
"Harry is now the youngest Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Ron was a little excited, "No... he's the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts history!"
"When did that happen? How come I don't know?" Allen asked softly.
"It happened yesterday, I didn't have time to tell you. Let's hurry back, I can't wait!" Harry urged the two softly.
But Allen calmed down and apologized to Harry and Ron, saying, "You two go back and open it, I have something urgent to attend to here."
After speaking, he hurried out of the Great Hall.
Leaving the two looking at each other.