The moment Lockhart struck his dramatic pose, the entire class tensed.
They remembered the wild tales from his books, each student privately guessing what kind of dark magical creature might lurk inside that iron cage. Maybe the cage was enchanted—capable of holding something huge. A yeti? A troll? Or perhaps something darker and far more dangerous…
With a blinding grin, Lockhart yanked off the red cloth.
The truth was… underwhelming. The boys, unable to contain themselves, burst out in sharp, snickering laughter.
Inside the cage, a swarm of tiny blue creatures clung to the bars, shaking them and shrieking at the students. Their round, pitch-black eyes gleamed with mischief and malice.
Cornish Pixies. Danger rating: XXX. Mischievous as Peeves, notorious for wild pranks and gleeful destruction—these little imps were infamous across Cornwall.
Lockhart, clearly flustered by the laughter, reached for the cage's latch. "Since you're all so confident, let's see how you handle these monsters!"
He threw open the door. The pixies, sensing freedom, erupted in cheers and zipped straight into the classroom, targeting the students who were still grinning.
They moved like a blue whirlwind, unleashing chaos—snatching up ink bottles and hurling them across the room. Bottles shattered, ink splattered, and the classroom descended into a scene of utter mayhem.
Wyzett calmly lifted his wrist, casting a silent, wandless Levitation Charm to stop every ink bottle flying his way. Then, with a flick of his wand, he Transfigured the bottles into tiny iron cages and set them floating, chasing after the darting pixies.
With Wyzett at the center, the surrounding Ravenclaws found themselves in a safe bubble. They joined in, helping to herd the pixies into the little cages.
The cages were cramped—once inside, the pixies had no room to wriggle or escape.
Meanwhile, the Gryffindors were improvising their own defenses.
Seamus and Dean dove under the desks, wielding Lockhart's books as makeshift clubs, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Ron and Harry teamed up, swatting at pixies with Travels with Trolls and Break with a Banshee, driving the creatures off.
Hermione took a cleverer approach, freezing two pixies with a well-aimed Immobulus and tossing them into Wyzett's floating cages.
As the cages chased them, the pixies quickly realized that Wyzett's corner was a no-go zone. They turned their mischief on Lockhart himself.
They swarmed him and his portraits equally—one moment pelting the paintings with ink, the next tearing them in half, or simply yanking at Lockhart's perfectly coiffed hair.
He looked utterly disheveled, grimacing as several pixies tugged at his locks. After a desperate struggle, he managed to draw his wand and flailed it wildly. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"
Nothing happened. The pixies shrieked with laughter, mocking his feeble spell.
They dived at him again—one creating a distraction, another snatching his wand right out of his hand.
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi? What kind of spell is that?" Wyzett echoed the incantation, curiosity piqued.
He was well-versed in household magic, and something about Lockhart's spell felt oddly familiar—almost like a domestic charm.
"Peski… piksi… Pester… no… mi… Pesky pixies, don't pester me?"
In that instant, the Wizard's Practical Combat Guide in his mind flipped open, pages swirling as they absorbed a surge of ancient magic. On a previously blank page, words appeared:
Ancient Magic: Animus Imperium—Direct the power of ancient magic… Purify the Imperius Curse… Delve into the soul… Command living beings…
Wyzett blinked in surprise. "So it's become an ancient magic—and a special one at that, built on the foundation of the Imperius Curse."
"Help! Help me!" Neville's frantic cries rang out.
Two pixies had seized his ears and were hauling him up, cackling as they tried to hang him from the dragon skeleton overhead.
Ancient Magic: Animus Imperium!
Wyzett swept his wand through the air, his Obscurus core pulsing with ancient power.
It felt much like casting the Imperius Curse—a gentle, tingling warmth flowing from his wand tip. But this time, the sensation was softer, and the pixies he controlled moved fluidly, not stiffly.
Wyzett issued a silent command: Stop right there.
The pixies gripping Neville's ears froze midair, still giggling but unable to rise any further, swaying helplessly as if their strength had run out.
Neville gave a startled yelp and managed to wriggle free.
With another flick, Wyzett summoned shards of broken ink bottles, Transfiguring them into soft cushions that caught Neville as he tumbled down.
He raised his hand, and two small iron cages zipped over, snapping shut around the pixies now under his control.
"Whew…" Neville patted the cushion beneath him, swallowing hard. "Thanks, Wyzett!"
Wyzett smiled. "Do me a favor—help me round up the rest of these pixies. I'd like to finish class on time."
The other students, sharing the same goal, rallied behind Wyzett and launched a coordinated counterattack.
He guided the floating cages with growing confidence in Animus Imperium, and with everyone's help, soon every last pixie was safely caged.
With a wave of his wand, Wyzett sent the cages floating back into the big iron crate, then released the Transfiguration. The ink bottle shards fell to the floor, sparkling like tiny glass flowers.
The students quickly threw the cloth back over the cage, and at last, the classroom fell quiet.
Harry and Ron lowered their makeshift weapons, wiping sweat from their brows. "Wyzett! Your Transfiguration is amazing!"
Hermione stared at the floating cages, her eyes filled with complicated admiration. To perform so many Transfigurations at once… she couldn't even guess how long it would take her to reach that level.
She could tell there was more to Wyzett's magic than met the eye—he must have used something else to help him catch all the pixies.
Wyzett surveyed the chaos and murmured his final spell: "Reparo!"
Books, ink stains, shattered glass—everything but Lockhart's ruined portraits was restored to perfect order.
Desks were straightened just as the bell rang. As if by magic, everything was right on time…
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