I took an empty vial out of my bag, transfigured it into a mirror, and examined myself. The first thing that stood out from my usual image was the vertical pupils. It was still the same blue eyes, and it seemed that the iris was even a little brighter, but the pupil was vertical and now rather wide open. I looked around and was surprised to find that my vision had improved, its sharpness, although no colors had been added, and the night was still not rich in color, even under the light of the moon. But then I see movement on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and after looking closely, I recognized a werewolf sniffing out something. I wanted to get a better look and realized that I could even see the sparse hairs on a large body, stuck in shape between a wolf and a human. But it was not this that caught my attention, but a lot of small scars from puncture wounds - the werewolf had no fur to hide them.

As if sensing being followed, the werewolf began to look around with a very intelligent expression and finally decided to look in my direction. I don't think he saw me, but he ran off into the woods anyway. It was definitely Lupine. He was in the same shape, with the stab wounds, and he'd gone to the hospital wing with them a month ago. Well, it's okay, his time will come. By the way, the question arises - is he allowed to "go out for a walk"? Judging by his perfectly reasonable look and demeanor, he's now under the potion, and his brains are in place, but still. ​​

Ignoring the words in my head, I continued to examine myself through the mirror, but the only thing I found in addition to my eyes were slightly sharpened fangs, both upper and lower. Although... all teeth were affected - the cutting edge had obviously sharpened, but the shape remained unchanged. But I don't see any other changes.

"What the... How the hell would you know?"

"Where from?"

"From here."

"Well, stay there. Physical characteristics, damn it! What's that supposed to mean? I went out into the moonlight, and several changes occurred to me that affected my eyes, teeth, and whole body, but at the same time, I remained myself?"

Despite the cold winter breeze, I unbuttoned my robe and other warm clothes and began to examine my torso. It was still the same, and the scars were still there! But something had happened!

To hell with it! I'm not going to throw myself at anyone, and my mind is in place, which means it will be possible to think about it later.

I left the Astronomy Tower and went back to the common room. The boys were still asleep at the table, so I returned to the room without disturbing them. The others were asleep, too. I took an evening walk and went to bed.

And what is it in my head? Can you introduce yourself already?

I demand details.

"Did they know about evolution in those days?"

Okay, stop. So you, whoever you are, quietly climbing over my head and the knowledge in it, but I can't do that to you?

Okay, let's think I believe you. Go on.

"I wonder who Rowena put under the knife to create her diadem."

"But wouldn't depriving the mind of memory confuse the personality? What was the point?"

"Is this the reason Rowena's daughter couldn't use your computational powers?"

"Then why weren't you discovered by Voldemort? He doesn't seem to be a weak wizard."