"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 179: Understand Magic Through Your Best Subjects
Hearing Luna's words, Wyzett recalled the events of the previous night and couldn't help but smile wryly. "It really was just an accident this time. I've been getting plenty of rest."
As the first rays of dawn crept through the window, Wyzett quickly drew his wand, pointed it at his chest, and murmured, "Amato, Animo, Animado, Animagus."
Just as he settled back into bed, Madam Pomfrey appeared with a steaming bowl of porridge. "Illness is always an accident—no one gets sick on purpose. Or did you overdose on Baruffio's Brain Elixir?"
(Achoo! The Weasley twins sneezed in perfect unison.)
(George suddenly grinned. "Sneezing until you get a nosebleed—think that's wild enough for a new Skiving Snackbox sweet?")
(Fred's eyes sparkled. "Brilliant! Especially during Potions—Snape would love it! Write it down, quick!")
Once both patients were confirmed healthy, Madam Pomfrey gathered a handful of empty potion bottles and bustled out of the hospital wing.
Cradling his porridge, Wyzett glanced at Luna and the others. "Have you all had breakfast yet? Go on, you should eat. I'm really fine… Last night was nothing but a fluke."
"Speaking of accidents, Neville just told us Colin had one too," Hannah chimed in. "Someone broke his camera—the same person who petrified Filch's cat last time."
"Huh? Really?" Harry looked up from his bowl, shoveling in the last bite of porridge, his voice full of confusion. "But that's not—"
At that moment, Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, striding straight to Harry and cutting him off. "Good morning, Harry! How's your arm feeling today?"
Neville shrank back, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes as he watched Dumbledore approach.
"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry set down his bowl and, just as he'd shown Madam Pomfrey, flexed and straightened his arm several times, clenching his fist. "All better!"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Excellent! Would you mind having a private word with me?"
"Of course!" Harry hopped off the bed, slipping his feet into his shoes. "Where shall we go, Professor?"
As Harry and Dumbledore left the hospital wing, Neville visibly relaxed and let out a long sigh. "Thank Merlin Dumbledore didn't say anything to me… I thought I'd let something slip."
"So it's my fault, then?" Hannah fretted. "I didn't even think about it…"
"Don't be so tense," Wyzett said, placing his empty bowl aside. "There's no 'heir'—just a fame-seeking clown. Isn't that the sort of thing people should know about?"
"If Headmaster Dumbledore comes to talk to you, it's probably to encourage you to spread the word. That way, everyone can relax… Don't you think?"
"I suppose… I guess that makes sense." Neville scratched his head, managing a small, sheepish grin. "You know, that actually makes me feel a lot better."
"I'm just always so worried about losing points… Professor Snape takes points if I mess up my ingredients… or if I stammer during a spell and can't get the magic right…"
His voice trailed off, and his expression grew gloomier by the second.
"Professor Sprout always praises you!" Luna piped up encouragingly. "She says you're the most remarkable Gryffindor she's ever met!"
"She does, she really does!" Hannah agreed eagerly. "She says it all the time."
Luna continued, "You both remember, don't you? She says you're patient and careful with every magical plant—she can tell you put your heart into it."
Both Neville and Hannah felt their cheeks flush. They glanced at each other and realized they were both blushing furiously.
"It's true—Professor Sprout always sings your praises," Wyzett said with a smile. "Maybe you should try… starting with the subject you love most, and let that guide you as you study other branches of magic."
"That's what I do. I have a knack for Transfiguration, so when I'm learning something new, I try to connect it to what I already understand about Transfiguration."
"Using Transfiguration to understand… other kinds of magic?" Neville and Hannah leaned in, eager now. "But what about us? How do we do that?"
"Let me think of a good example…" Wyzett mused. "Ah! Remember the Tickling Charm Professor Flitwick taught us recently? You both remember that one, right?"
"Of course…" Neville scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "But I couldn't cast it properly…"
"That's all right—Professor Flitwick only just introduced it," Wyzett reassured him. "Let's review what he said…"
"The Tickling Charm incantation isn't difficult—Rictusempra. The trick is to add a bit of a trill at the end when you say it."
"And as Professor Flitwick demonstrated, you want to flick your wand lightly, with a playful rhythm… like you're actually tickling someone, right?"
Neville and Hannah both nodded. "That's exactly what he said."
"Accio Pixie!" Wyzett called, raising his wand. A moment later, a small iron cage zipped in through the window and landed in his hand.
Inside, a pixie clung to the bars, eyeing Wyzett and the others with a stern, wary face.
"Rictusempra!"
Neville and Hannah drew their wands and cast the Tickling Charm at the pixie.
Two thin silver beams shot out. The pixie gave a few reluctant giggles, then quickly recovered its composure, looking even more disgruntled than before.
Seeing the pixie's reaction, both Neville and Hannah wilted. "That's… about how it went in class…"
"Finding the spell fun is important—that's what Professor Flitwick emphasized," Wyzett explained. "You need to be lighthearted while casting it—just like when you wave your wand."
"Picture this: you're back in the greenhouse, watering magical plants. A breeze stirs the leaves, and the green tips brush against your legs—tickling you…"
A bit of the gloom faded from Neville and Hannah's faces; they looked much brighter now.
"So, how do you feel when you visit the greenhouse in the morning?" Wyzett asked.
"Pretty relaxed…" Neville admitted, scratching his head. "Is this what you mean by using Herbology to understand other magic?"
"It's just the closest example I could think of," Wyzett replied. "What about you, Hannah? How do you feel in the greenhouse?"
Hannah hesitated, then smiled. "Pretty much the same… relaxed, and happy, too."
"Then bring that feeling with you," Wyzett encouraged. "Imagine the wind rustling the leaves, green tips brushing your legs… Now, try again."
"Leaves tickling my legs…" Neville exhaled slowly.
"Relaxed… happy…" Hannah mimed the motion with her wand, as if leaves were brushing her skin.
"Rictusempra!"
Twin bolts of silver light burst from their wands—much brighter than before.
The cage was small, and the pixie had nowhere to hide. It was hit squarely by both Tickling Charms…
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