HP: Transmigrating as an Obscurial

Professor Sprout drew her wand from her pocket and spoke with a smile, "The danger of the Devil's Snare may still linger, but let me show you how to make it disguise itself as a Flitterbloom."

Vizet packed away his notebook, activated his Eye of Insight, and said eagerly, "Thank you, Professor Sprout!"

"It's always a pleasure to answer students' questions." Sprout waved her hand in dismissal and led Vizet a few steps back before approaching the box containing the Devil's Snare.

"First," she explained, "we need to create a suitable environment to make the Devil's Snare feel secure."

With a precise flick of her wand, she chanted:

"Nebulus! Glacius!"

A freezing mist enveloped the Devil's Snare, blanketing the air with a chilling dampness. Within moments, the Devil's Snare swayed its vines lazily, the dark green hue of its tendrils slowly fading. Bit by bit, it transformed into the distinct, harmless appearance of a Flitterbloom.

Professor Sprout followed up with another spell, lowering her wand with deliberate care as she murmured:

"Stabilitas Temporis."

For Vizet, these spells were familiar. Snape had taught them to him during their private lessons — both complex yet invaluable.

Glacius was a freezing charm. When combined with Aridum, the Drying Charm, to form a potent compound spell called Frigus Exaresco. This unique combination created a magical energy field that freeze-dried objects, much like a wizard's version of a refrigerator. Snape had taught him this spell for preserving potion ingredients — a complicated charm that had taken Vizet two weeks of relentless practice to barely master.

When Vizet had finally demonstrated it, Snape's expression had twitched. Perhaps two weeks felt far too slow for his standards.

Stabilitas Temporis, on the other hand, was a preservation charm that could temporarily solidify magical states — ideal for stabilizing rare potion ingredients. However, the spell's flaw lay in its inefficiency; maintaining its effect required significant magical energy.

As Professor Sprout worked her magic, Vizet activated his Eye of Insight to observe the Devil's Snare's transformation.

As he'd hoped, the disguise process provided incredible insight.

Through his magical eye, he saw the Devil's Snare's magic circuit begin to shrink. The once sharp and aggressive pattern softened, smoothing itself into the intricate yet harmless design of a Flitterbloom.

Eager to capture this discovery, Vizet snatched up his notebook and sketched the magic circuit with quick, precise strokes.

Professor Sprout peered curiously at his notes — a series of sharp, interconnected patterns resembling runes — yet their meaning eluded her.

In the magical world, wizards often developed their own methods of understanding magic. It was not uncommon for others to struggle to interpret those unique systems.

Moments later, Vizet turned to her and asked hesitantly, "Professor... could you restore the Devil's Snare once more? I'd like to observe it again."

"Of course," Professor Sprout agreed without hesitation.

She reanimated the Devil's Snare, which promptly lashed out at the paper towel sheepdog once again. Vizet resumed his observation, modifying his earlier notes to capture the subtle differences he'd overlooked.

"Glacius!" Vizet instinctively cast the spell himself to encourage the Devil's Snare's disguise.

Professor Sprout's eyes widened in surprise. "You know this spell?"

Vizet nodded. "Yes, Professor Snape taught me."

Sprout chuckled, placing her hands on her hips. "I nearly forgot you study with Professor Snape on weekends. No wonder you've picked up this magic."

She gave him an approving look and asked curiously, "That spell requires precise control of magic power. How long did it take you to master it?"

"One week," Vizet answered, though he added sheepishly, "But it took me two weeks to master the Freeze-Drying Charm. He didn't seem too happy about it..."

"Two weeks?" Sprout's eyebrows rose. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. Then, patting Vizet firmly on the shoulder, she said with conviction, "Don't be too hard on yourself — you're already doing exceptionally well."

"I'll keep working hard," Vizet promised. "There's still so much to learn."

Before leaving, Vizet turned back to ask, "Professor, do you have another class after this? I'd like to stop by later."

"Yes, my next class is still focused on the Devil's Snare," she replied cheerfully. "Feel free to join — Headmaster Dumbledore has asked that everyone become proficient in handling it."

As Vizet hurried off to his next lesson, Professor Sprout closed the black wooden box with a thoughtful sigh.

"Two weeks..." she muttered in amazement. "Kids these days are remarkable... No wonder Dumbledore thinks so highly of him."

She chuckled softly. "And to think... he even managed to make Snape lose face. What I wouldn't give to have seen that moment..."

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The request Professor McGonagall had submitted for new flying brooms had finally been approved. Though they were still second-hand, the brooms had been well-maintained, and the accidents that once plagued their lessons were no longer an issue.

The students eagerly took advantage of their rare opportunity to soar freely through the air — all except Vizet, who remained lost in thought, still unraveling the mysteries of the magic circuit.

He had spent much of the class replaying the Devil's Snare's camouflage process in his mind. Each time, fresh insights seemed to ripple through his thoughts, ideas overflowing faster than he could grasp them.

Once the flying lesson concluded, Vizet bid his roommates goodbye and made his way back to the greenhouse.

Inside, Professor Sprout was alone, tidying up the workspace before the weekend break.

"Good evening, Professor," Vizet greeted politely, stepping in to assist her with the cleanup.

Appreciating the help, Professor Sprout handed him a cup of something warm and fragrant. "Fresh White Honey water," she announced proudly. "You won't find this anywhere else — my exclusive secret recipe!"

Vizet took a sip. It was sweet yet refreshing, like a cool breeze cutting through the warmth of the greenhouse.

"It's wonderful," Vizet said sincerely.

"Good honey this year," Sprout declared with satisfaction before turning to him. "So, are you here to observe the Devil's Snare again?"

Vizet shook his head. "Actually, Professor, I'd like to borrow a Flitterbloom... I'd like to practice a transfiguration spell on it."

"That's no problem at all!" Professor Sprout agreed readily. "Just as long as you steer clear of dark magic — though Flitterblooms are remarkably resilient."

"Thank you!" Vizet said with a grateful nod. "I've had some ideas from observing the Devil's Snare, and I want to test them out."

Professor Sprout flicked her wand, levitating a black wooden box across the room. "Take your time," she told him kindly. "I need to secure the Devil's Snare — it's still a bit unpredictable. When you leave, just help me close the door."

Once she was gone, Vizet raised his wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Several pages from his notebook floated into the air — each one filled with meticulously drawn magic circuits, tracing the dynamic transformation from Devil's Snare to Flitterbloom.

Alongside those notes, his understanding of the Theory of Metamorphosis and Transformation filled his thoughts — a mental library ready to be consulted at any moment.

Summoning his focus, Vizet activated the Guardian Meditation Method, sharpening his concentration until the surrounding world seemed to blur and quieten. The floating pages drifted around him, flipping rhythmically under the influence of his levitation charm.

The Flitterbloom swayed gently nearby, its vines moving in a calm, rhythmic pattern — almost as though it were dancing.

Vizet's gaze moved swiftly between his notebook, the theory in his mind, and the Flitterbloom itself. Page after page turned before his eyes in a blur, like a book flipping rapidly under an invisible hand.

Suddenly, a thought clicked.

"So that's how it works..."

His eyes glinted with understanding.

Vizet activated the Eye of Insight, and with renewed purpose, he stepped closer to the Flitterbloom, wand raised.

With careful precision, Vizet infused his magic into the plant, guiding it directly toward the Flitterbloom's magic circuit.

He shaped his magic like a layer of clothing — smooth, flexible, and tight — wrapping it carefully around the Flitterbloom's circuit.

"Botanomorphis."

Vizet's voice was low yet firm as he cast the transfiguration spell.

His magic sharpened, shaping itself to mimic the structure of the Devil's Snare's circuit.

As his spell took form, the Flitterbloom's gentle swaying ceased, and the vibrant emerald hue of its vines darkened into a deep green.

The vines shifted, growing more flexible — twisting and coiling like serpents stretching their limbs.

Then, as if obeying some invisible command, the dark green tendrils sprang forward — shooting out in every direction before snapping toward Vizet.

The vines coiled tightly around him, lifting him high into the air...