Without the direct guidance of The Wizard's Practical Combat Guide, mastering Ancient Magic: Fulguris Celeritas was no easy feat.
That was precisely why Wyzett insisted on forging a magical link between himself and Luna—to make the impossible just a little more attainable.
This connection worked both ways. Through it, Wyzett could sense Luna's feelings, and she, in turn, could experience his. As he explained and demonstrated, ancient magic sparked along the magical circuit, wrapping them both in a gentle, enveloping warmth.
"Try to feel it," Wyzett murmured, his voice soothing and patient. "Let the ancient magic illuminate your circuit… No need to rush… Just relax, like I do…"
Thunder rumbled in his ears. In that crisp, urgent crackle of lightning, he surged forward through a burst of dazzling light. The world around him blurred into a swirl of color, his body flowing like water—weightless, unstoppable.
"What a marvelous feeling… Let me try!" Luna exclaimed, her eyes alight with wonder as she dove eagerly into her own attempt.
For a while, Luna practiced, drawing on the sensations she'd received through their link. With the magical connection in place, Wyzett could sense her progress and subtly adjust his guidance, making it easier for her to experiment and learn.
As Luna practiced Ancient Magic: Fulguris Celeritas, Wyzett kept a watchful eye on the hourglass floating above the castle in their shared memory.
When the last grains of sand slipped to the bottom, Wyzett's form shimmered into pure white light and flashed to Luna's side.
"That's enough for today," he said gently. "I'm worried if we push too long, you might start to feel unwell."
"Alright." Luna nodded, her voice soft but confident. "I think if I practice a few more times, I'll have it down."
Wyzett raised his wand, pointing toward the distant hourglass. It was as if the wand stretched out to meet the hourglass—or perhaps the hourglass drifted closer to him…
The moment wand and hourglass touched, the world spun. In a blink, they were back in the Pensieve room.
"How do you feel?" Wyzett asked, a hint of concern in his tone. "Any dizziness? Or fatigue?"
"None at all." Luna shook her head, a dreamy smile on her lips. "I feel just like Diana, dancing joyfully in the summer breeze… There's nothing more wonderful."
Wyzett let out a relieved breath. Seeing Luna so at ease, he finally allowed himself to relax.
Still, he pulled a small vial from his pocket—a dose of Soul-Soothing Draught.
"Take this back to your dorm," he said, handing it over. "Pour a little out and set it by your bed. It'll help you sleep, like cuddling a Pygmy Puff."
Luna accepted the vial with both hands, her expression serene. "That sounds like the start of a truly beautiful dream."
Time marched forward like pawns on a Wizard's Chess board, advancing step by step across the squares of the week…
Studying weather charms.
Teaching Luna ancient magic.
Extracting information from Lockhart.
Pouring over James's notes, perfecting the Animagus thesis…
Wyzett had never been busier.
Nor was he the only one. As Halloween approached, Hagrid was bustling as well. To keep his giant pumpkins from rotting in the endless rain, he hauled them into the castle early. These pumpkins, enchanted and nourished by potions, were each as large as a carriage compartment.
They now dotted the first floor, so that every trip past the Great Hall brought students face-to-face with the looming orange giants.
Just as common as the pumpkins were the puddles—silent pools of water collecting along the baseboards and in every corner of the corridors.
Filch was run ragged cleaning them up.
But with the help of his latest fake wand, he didn't seem to mind. Every spell he cast was performed with genuine enthusiasm.
Of course, this meant the fake wands wore out faster than ever, and he was knocking on Wyzett's door almost daily.
—
One afternoon, Filch accepted a new fake wand from Wyzett, weighing it in his hand with a puzzled frown. "Why does it feel… different this time? Almost lighter?"
Though the magic was only temporary, Filch treasured his fake wand, caring for it meticulously, treating every groove and scratch with respect.
It was that attention to detail that let him notice even the subtlest change.
Wyzett nodded. "You're right! I've added a new bit of craftsmanship inside. It's an experiment, really—I'm not sure yet if it'll make a difference."
Filch's eyes lit up. "New craftsmanship? What exactly did you do?"
"I'll need you to test it for me," Wyzett said with a small smile. "Next time you come by, let me know how it feels… Since you're so attuned to your wand, you'll notice any changes, right?"
Filch puffed up with pride. "Absolutely! I know every inch of it by heart!"
—
The new craftwork on the fake wand was the fruit of Wyzett's recent experiments. Using his Oculus Magicae and Ancient Magic: Animus Imperium, he continued to study the magical circuits inside house-elves.
After weeks of effort—and a few timely insights from Professor Luna—he finally managed to sketch out the elusive circuit pattern.
With some more trial and error, Wyzett became convinced this unique circuit had truly special properties. Remembering something Lockhart had once mentioned, he carved the pattern into the core of the next fake wand, eager to see what would happen.
Two days later, Filch burst in, eyes shining with excitement.
"It's incredible! This wand is incredible! I used it for two whole days—even with all this blasted rain!"
"Two days?" Wyzett jotted a note in his journal. "So… the usage time doubled?"
"At least!" Filch was practically vibrating. "And honestly, if there weren't so many puddles, I bet it'd last even longer…"
He paused, spinning in place as he searched for the right words. "Wait—no, that's not quite it. If I use it sparingly, just once or twice a day, it might last forever!"
"Really?" Wyzett made another note.
Closing his notebook, he asked, "Mr. Filch, would you mind if I… extracted a memory?"
"Extract a memory?" Filch barely hesitated before leaning forward eagerly. "Of course!"
His readiness caught Wyzett off guard. Still, he didn't delay, raising his wand to Filch's temple. "Memoria Exhaurire!"
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