Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"Vizet?" Professor McGonagall quickly looked in the direction of the greenhouse.

In the open door of the greenhouse, there is indeed a large group of devil's nets. They are constantly squirming like a group of snakes, seeming to be entangling and hunting.

Before Professor McGonagall had time to speak, she transformed into a tabby cat and rushed out in an instant. In just a few breaths, she arrived in front of the greenhouse door.

Sure enough, the devil's net is indeed hunting! It wrapped the student inside, and was still wriggling its vines, as if it wanted to strangle the student.

Professor McGonagall felt as if her heartbeat had slowed down by half a beat. He saw a face through the gap in the devil's net, which belonged to Vizette.

"The flames are blazing!"

She shouted sharply, and a flaming lion immediately emerged from the wand, growing in the air while rushing towards the devil's net.

Immediately afterwards, the Flame Lion pounced in vain, and the devil's net dissipated in an instant.

"Professor McGonagall..." Weizet's voice sounded at the right time, "It's me..."

"Vizet!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and her expression became extremely serious, "What happened just now?"

At this time, Sprout also rushed over and asked anxiously out of breath: "Minerva... Vizette... are you okay..."

Chapter 71 The budding understanding of magic

"I was practicing transformation magic..." Weizet explained a little awkwardly, "I just happened to see the disguise process of the devil's net, and then suddenly I got inspiration."

Professor McGonagall was a bit dumbfounded, "Practice transformation magic? Just saw a lot of devil's nets in the greenhouse. You don't know how anxious Pomona and I...Professor Sprout are!"

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, I'm very sorry...I didn't explain it in advance." Weizet lowered his head and spoke in a low tone.

"It's not your fault..." Noticing Weizet's low tone, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but pursed her lips, "It's our care that causes chaos."

She deliberately changed the topic without delving into what just happened, "You mean, you can transform the crab claw orchid into a devil's net, is that right?"

"Yes!" Weizet nodded repeatedly, his eyes seemed to be bright, "I read the "Metamorphosis Theory" you recommended, and then combined with what I saw during this period, I did this..."

He couldn't wait to raise his wand and cast a spell on the crab claw plant in the distance, "Vine shaping!"

After about ten seconds, the originally gently swaying crab claw orchid changed color and was coated with a layer of deep dark green. It twisted like a devil's net and pounced on Weizet again.

Professor McGonagall and the others subconsciously took out their wands, but were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The devil's net clustered around Weizet's feet, forming a vine platform, lifting Weizet into the air.

He raised his wand high and waved it like a conductor.

Under his command, the vines continued to climb up from his feet, covering his body tightly, forming an airtight vine armor.

The hand holding the wand flicked lightly, and the vines on the cuffs turned into vines, converging into the shape of an awl, and stabbing straight forward, making a bursting sound.

"Minerva..." Sprout approached Professor McGonagall, "You will teach this to the current first-year students...?"

"Of course I wasn't taught this!" Professor McGonagall was no longer as serious as before, her face turned red with excitement, "He realized it himself!"

"I only have one suggestion to help him... let him borrow a copy of "The Theory of Metamorphosis" from Mrs. Pince. Who knew he could actually do this!"

As the professor of the Transfiguration Magic class, she knew better than Sprout how surprising the transformation magic used by Wizette at this time was.

Hogwarts has many magic subjects, among which the Transfiguration Magic class is the most rigorous.

In the Transfiguration Magic class, Professor McGonagall followed the process from easy to difficult, leading the students from easy to difficult, and gradually revealed the mystery of Transfiguration Magic.

For example, freshmen can turn a match into a needle, or turn a piece of iron into a file, or even turn a feather into a fan. It would be great to master the transformation magic of small objects.

This is basic homomorphism, which focuses on transformations between various non-living creatures.

As the level increases, students need to learn how to use magic so that living creatures can change each other.

Fourth grade students will learn these advanced techniques and will not involve the transformation of magical creatures into each other.

The transformation magic that Vizette performed at this time was not only a high-level transformation of the same species, but also involved the mutual transformation of magical creatures.

As long as it is a magical creature, it will have a certain degree of magic resistance;

For a first-year wizard, it is impossible to imagine how to perform transformation magic on magical creatures.

What's more, Weizet has no guidance from others. He just observes crab claws and devil's nets, and understands the "Metamorphosis Theory". It can be said that he is self-taught...

Professor McGonagall never expected that such a fantasy could actually happen, and it was even more outrageous.

Not only that, through what Weizet said just now, Professor McGonagall has reason to believe that his understanding of magic has sprouted.

This is an ancient magic concept, something that cannot be inspired by others and can only be constructed by oneself.

Only by having your own understanding of magic can you go further on the path of magic and appreciate more of the mysteries that magic brings.

The earlier you allow your own understanding of magic to sprout, the more likely you are to leave your name in the history of magic;

For example, duel champion Alberta Tussell, giant hunter Gifford Allerton, sea serpent killer Grammo Perks...

Vizet waved his wand again, and the Devil's Snare slowly shrank and returned to the appearance of the Christmas cactus before.

He also landed on the ground, pointing at the Christmas cactus and said excitedly, "Professor McGonagall, this is the transformation magic technique I have learned!"

"It's really outstanding!" Sprout said with a smile, clapping his hands very enthusiastically.

Professor McGonagall focused on the Christmas cactus, "The Christmas cactus has not changed..."

Sprout asked in confusion: "Minerva, what does the Christmas cactus have not changed?"

She has been fascinated by herbology for many years, so naturally she couldn't understand the deep meaning of Professor McGonagall's words at the first time.

"Yes!" Vizet nodded repeatedly and said very proudly, "The essence has not changed! I just cast magic outside its essence!"

He looked at the Christmas cactus shaking gently not far away, trying to find specific words to explain everything he did.

"It's like wearing a piece of clothing... the person is still the same person, but changing into another piece of clothing can change other people's impression of that person!"

"I put on the clothes of the devil's snare for the Christmas cactus! So it became the devil's snare! But as long as the clothes are removed, it can be a Christmas cactus again!"

"Vizet, I understand what you mean!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and tried to calm her tone, "You are undoubtedly the most talented student I have ever met!"

Vizet's cheeks flushed, and he said incoherently: "I still have a lot to learn... Professor Sprout is willing to help me..."

"And I am lucky enough. I just learned about the devil's snare today, and I also learned about the connection between the Christmas cactus and the devil's snare."

"Yes!" Professor McGonagall nodded and responded with emotion, "I am lucky enough!"

Talent is something that can be encountered but not sought. Vizet said that he was "lucky enough", and there was indeed nothing wrong.

But being able to use this "luck" and constantly learning and improving is the most valuable thing about Vizet.

Vizet put the page back into his notebook, and planned to say goodbye to the two professors before going to the auditorium for dinner.

After working for most of the day, his stomach was rumbling non-stop.

He cancelled the Guardian Meditation Method and the blessing of the Magic Eye, and everything in the world returned to its most familiar appearance.

But the next moment, he felt that the world was spinning, and even the two professors in front of him seemed to be spinning.

Vizet didn't even have time to think about it, and he fell down.

Before he lost consciousness, he only heard the exclamations of Professor McGonagall and Sprout, and his back leaned against a soft cushion...

Chapter 72 Weekend at the School Hospital

When Vizet regained consciousness, he was already in the school hospital.

The school hospital did not have the smell of disinfectant from the hospital in his previous life, but a strange smell of various herbs mixed together.

There was still a lingering scent of lavender at the tip of his nose.

At this moment, the sun was shining, shining through the window on the sheets, warming them up.

Bright sunshine...

School hospital?

He remembered that when he was unconscious, the sun had just set, but now it was afternoon sunshine.

This meant that he had been lying in the school hospital for at least a whole day.

Professor Quirrell's lecture...

Vizet struggled to get up, but was stopped by an invisible and gentle force.

Then came a dull pain around his forehead, as if he had returned to his past life and had been doing exams for two consecutive nights.

"Child, you're awake!" A weathered female face suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was Madam Pomfrey, who helped Vizet get up and brought over a measuring cup with silver mist, "Do you still have a headache? Drink this!"

Vizet covered his forehead, and when he got up, the dull pain became more obvious.

He nodded and said reluctantly, "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey."

"You ended up here because you overworked your brain..." Madam Pomfrey muttered, "I think it's tolerable for fifth- and seventh-year students to be like this."

"But you can be a first-year! As a Ravenclaw, are you putting too much pressure on yourself? You can relax a little, after all, you're going to be here for seven years..."

"Didn't we meet last time? I told you at that time not to use the Bafey Brain Refresher... You shouldn't have used it, right? Don't get addicted to it!"

"Of course not." Vizet shook his head helplessly and brought the measuring cup to his mouth, "I'll pay attention... It was just an accident this time..."

The potion itself has no taste, and it feels sticky when you put it in your mouth, and the taste is similar to porridge that has been boiled into a paste.