Ravenclaw Common Room
Wyzett had discovered something remarkable: when he combined the Oculus Magicae—the Eye of Magic—with the Imperius Curse, it became a powerful tool for magical research.
Even more intriguing, he possessed a related form of Ancient Magic: Ancient Magic: Animus Imperium.
"Animus Imperium!"
He cast the Ancient Magic: Animus Imperium on the Cornish Pixie caged before him, seizing gentle control over its mind.
He still remembered what Lockhart had said: Cornish Pixies possessed a peculiar magical talent—they could absorb the energy of mockery and transform it into raw power.
The sensation of wielding Ancient Magic: Animus Imperium was eerily similar to casting the Imperius Curse. That similarity, he realized, could be harnessed to better understand the pixies' inner workings.
When he combined this with the Oculus Magicae, his perception shifted once more.
Instead of the usual observer's perspective—merely watching magical circuits from the outside—he slipped into a state of "introspection." It was like the ancient tales of inner sight, where one could see their own meridians and energy flows.
Now, through the Eye of Magic and Animus Imperium, he could peer directly into the pixie's magical circuits.
From this vantage, the pixie's circuits appeared even more intricate: some threads branched toward the arms, others wove through the torso, still more curled around the shoulder blades…
Thanks to his earlier experience with the Mandrake's magical circuits, Wyzett found himself much less overwhelmed this time. The dizziness that had once plagued him was barely noticeable.
Still, when he tried to think and record what he saw, a wave of vertigo crept in. Only with Luna's help—her steadying hand guiding his to a quill—did he manage to begin sketching.
A gentle breeze wafted through the room, carrying with it the subtle, refreshing scent of herbs and wildflowers.
The Soul Labyrinth, Custodis Meditatio (Guardian's Meditation), and that soothing wind all worked together, helping Wyzett recover his focus and begin taking real notes.
The pixie's magical circuits were dizzyingly complex. Knowing he had a private lesson at two o'clock, it was clear he couldn't hope to record them all in one sitting.
So he made a choice: he focused on the circuits near the shoulder blades, suspecting they were tied to the pixie's ability to fly.
As he worked, the Oculus Magicae would sometimes catch a flicker—a hidden circuit, there and gone in a heartbeat.
There were magic circuits within the pixie that only revealed themselves in flashes.
Wyzett's instincts told him that these fleeting circuits might be the key to the pixie's ability to absorb mockery and convert it into power.
But to truly capture these ephemeral threads, he'd need another approach—something to prolong their manifestation and make them easier to study.
"Whew…"
He let out a long breath, releasing both the Oculus Magicae and Animus Imperium. Instantly, a wave of relief washed over him, followed by a parched thirst.
A steaming cup of herbal tea sat before him. The mingled aromas of mint and jasmine were laced with something sweeter—white asphodel honey.
Luna gently swirled her own cup, letting the fragrance drift between them.
She noticed Wyzett's return to himself and handed him a tissue. "You're sweating buckets. Have some tea first!"
Wyzett nodded, but instead of reaching for his cup, he glanced at Luna.
Just as he was about to speak, he noticed she, too, held a cup in her hands.
Luna smiled serenely, giving her cup a gentle shake. "I've got some too!"
At that, Wyzett finally lifted his cup. They shared a quiet, knowing smile, both cradling their mugs in both hands, sipping the tea in small, savoring mouthfuls.
The tea was the perfect temperature, its sweetness and floral notes balanced exquisitely. Delicious.
With the last drop gone, Wyzett felt his strength and clarity return. He glanced down at the magical circuits he'd drawn in his notebook.
Luna leaned in, her gaze bright with curiosity. "These look so free and light—almost as if they could fly right off the page!"
Her intuition for images and drawings was uncanny. Even though she couldn't see the magical circuits, she could sense their purpose in the flow of his lines.
"That's the secret I just uncovered—something special about the pixies," Wyzett explained. "But I think there are a few places that need touching up…"
He didn't have Luna's artistic gift. Even when copying the pixie's circuits, his lines felt stiff, lacking that spark of life.
"Here…" Luna traced an arc in the air above the paper. "You could make this curve a bit rounder—it would look much nicer."
Wyzett adjusted the line with his quill. "Like this?"
"A bit rounder still…" Luna took the pen, her shoulder pressing lightly against his, and drew a graceful, flowing arc.
For Wyzett, Luna's sense of "what looks right" was a treasure—especially when no one else could see the circuits at all.
With Luna's gentle guidance, he refined his sketches, doing his best to match the memory of what he'd seen.
Outside, the summer sun blazed even brighter, pouring its warmth over the castle.
Wyzett checked the time. It was nearly time to meet with Professor McGonagall.
He bid Luna farewell and left the Ravenclaw common room.
Following the shifting staircases downward, he soon arrived at McGonagall's office.
The door was ajar, and through the narrow gap he glimpsed her desk.
Perched atop it was a tabby cat. Though its face was hidden, he could see one plump paw batting a ball of yarn back and forth.
There was no mistaking it: the stern Professor McGonagall, in her Animagus form, playing with a ball of yarn…
Wyzett deliberately made his footsteps heavier and knocked gently. "Professor McGonagall, may I come in?"
"Come in!"
McGonagall now stood in her customary emerald robes, her expression as composed and severe as ever.
But when Wyzett spotted the ball of yarn on the corner of the desk, he couldn't help but feel she wasn't quite so forbidding after all—there was a warmth to her presence.
"Animagus…" McGonagall suddenly intoned, and her form shrank in an instant, transforming into a tabby cat.
Her emerald robes melted into stripes, her spectacles fading into the spots around her eyes.
With feline grace, McGonagall leapt onto the desk. The impact sent the ball of yarn rolling, and she instinctively stretched out a plump paw to bat at it.
Watching her, Wyzett couldn't help but wonder—did becoming an Animagus mean inheriting some of the animal's instincts?
McGonagall shook her head, instantly shaking off the urge. Then, with a powerful leap, she soared upward.
Her form expanded in midair, shifting seamlessly back into her human self. The tabby stripes became emerald robes once more, and her glasses settled firmly on her nose.
"This is a form of advanced Transfiguration," she said, her voice steady, "and an extremely dangerous one."
"Wyzett, what did you observe from my demonstration? What lessons are worth noting?"
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