It was a wonderful experience to win Hufflepuff's favor.
At breakfast, Vizette always received different flavored jams from his Hufflepuff classmates.
According to Hannah and the others, this jam was a special treat for teachers, and only Hufflepuffs had the opportunity to enjoy it.
Vizette had to admit that these specially made jams did indeed have their own unique flavors.
Through the Magic Eye, one could see the magical symbols contained within, and these symbols were the source of the flavor.
Around noon, a glossy owl flew into the auditorium.
The owl circled once above the auditorium before landing on Vizette's shoulder.
Vizette gently stroked Thor's crest feathers. "You must be tired from all that traveling back and forth."
"Coo..." Thor nuzzled his cheek with his beak, then flapped his wings and left the Great Hall, probably intending to return to the Owlery for a good night's sleep.
As soon as Vizette took the envelope, his roommates turned around, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Chris leaned over and looked at the envelope decorated with mistletoe, asking, "Who sent this letter? Why is it so fancy?"
"It must be Vizette's sister." Michael, like a keen hunting dog, guessed the correct answer immediately.
"It's a letter from her." Vizette opened the envelope. Besides a short note, there was a small bottle and a Dirigible plum pendant.
"What is this?" The roommates were even more curious. "Mini carrots as pendants? This is the first time I've ever seen such a novel gift!"
Terry asked, "What's in the bottle? Are they seeds?"
"The seed of the Dirigible plum." Vizette nodded and held up the pendant, explaining, "This is the Dirigible plum pendant, which can enhance the ability to receive unusual things."
Anthony frowned. "Dirigible plum? Increases the ability to perceive anomalous phenomena? Will it keep me awake in History of Magic class?"
"Professor Binns's lectures have a special magic," Vizette said with a smile. "If you get used to his tone, you're sure to gain something from them."
"As for the special effects of the Dirigible plum, Luna told me it varies from person to person. At least for me, the Dirigible plum's effects are outstanding."
Terry was eager to try it out. "Would you plant these seeds? We could give it a shot!"
Michael immediately joked, "Maybe you'll need a skillful little sister who can help you make the pendant..."
Vizette paid no attention to his roommates' bickering; his mind was entirely on Luna's reply.
Luna's reply was simple, describing her day in a leisurely and detailed manner.
She harvested Dirigible plums in the garden, tasted sweet chocolate frogs, and painted a picture in her bedroom...
She also mentioned Xenophilius's praise of him, and the Dirigible pendant, hoping it would inspire him.
Vizette hung the pendant around his neck, gazing at the rosy-cheeked Dirigible plum, his thoughts seemingly drifting across the Scottish Highlands back to that garden filled with strange, magical plants…
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There was another Transfiguration class in the afternoon, which Ravenclaw would have to take together with Gryffindor.
When Vizette entered the classroom, he saw that there were quite a few Gryffindors standing by the podium.
Before Professor McGonagall entered the classroom, they used all their skills to tease the tabby cat on the podium.
They laughed and joked, but they couldn't move the tabby cat in the slightest.
Vizette frowned. Seeing the tabby cat, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it before.
He quickly recalled that when he faced the Boggart, an identical cat had appeared before, and that cat was actually Professor McGonagall in disguise.
Seeing the joyful atmosphere in Gryffindor, the roommates wanted to join in the fun, but Vizette quickly stopped them.
Anthony sat in his seat, still watching the tabby cat. "Don't you like cats? That cat's markings are so beautiful, especially the black spots around its eyes, they're like picture frames!"
"This isn't just any cat, it's..." Vizette explained.
Before he could finish explaining, the loud school bell rang.
The tabby cat, which had been sitting on the podium, suddenly moved, leaping forward and transforming into a human shape in mid-air.
"Professor McGonagall."
"Professor McGonagall!" the Gryffindors screamed, rushing back to their seats at lightning speed.
They put on serious expressions with tight faces and sat up straight, trying to get away with it.
Anthony, still shaken, asked, "How did you figure that out?"
Vizette said in a low voice, "You just said that the dark spots around your eyes look like eyeglass frames; such patterns are very rare."
Professor McGonagall, with a serious expression, said loudly, "Perhaps in your eyes, Transfiguration magic is like a cat, something that can be teased at will without paying any price."
"However, in fact... this is the most complex and dangerous magic you will ever encounter in school, and I do not want you to get hurt or even lose your lives because of it."
"Anyone who tries to cause trouble in class will be kicked out of here forever! To prevent them from getting into trouble because of their arrogance. Please remember this!"
Seeing the students nod repeatedly, she softened her tone, "As your first Transfiguration magic class, what you need to master most is not the spells, but caution."
"Approach shapeshifting magic with caution, even if it only looks like a cat. Be careful to prevent it from turning into your worst fear."
"That's enough of the advice. Turn to page four of 'The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration' and start by learning how to cast Transfiguration spells..."
Transfiguration magic was indeed a complex subject.
Despite copying the "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" into a book, Vizette still only had a superficial understanding of its contents.
At this time, an excellent guide was especially important, and Professor McGonagall was such a guide.
Based on her own experience, she deconstructed the textbook content, making the originally difficult and obscure theory of transformation no longer so hard to understand.
Halfway through the class, Professor McGonagall finished explaining the theory from simple to complex, and then officially moved on to the practical operation.
She gave each student in the class a match, and the students' task was simple—to turn the match into a needle.
Having endured half a lesson of theoretical knowledge, the students couldn't wait to start putting it into practice.
For a moment, the classroom was filled with a chaotic cacophony of chanting.
As Professor McGonagall said, Transfiguration magic might seem cute like a cat, but in reality it could be extremely difficult and dangerous.
After a burst of multicolored magical light, some of the matches in front of the students exploded with a loud bang, instantly shattering into countless sparks that flew in all directions.
Professor McGonagall reacted quickly, waving her wand to transform the scattered sparks into small birds.
The little bird chirped melodiously, circled once above the classroom, and then disappeared without a trace.
"Focus! Be careful!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "Your objective needs to be clearer! Imagine the shape, size, and texture of the needle!"
This seemingly effortless transformation magic greatly increased the students' enthusiasm for practice.
Before long, Professor McGonagall patrolled to the table where Vizette was sitting.
She had noticed earlier that Vizette hadn't cast a spell immediately, but instead closed his eyes and began to imagine.
Seemingly sensing Professor McGonagall's gaze, Vizette opened his eyes.
Through his imagination, he had constructed a clear enough image; now all he needed was the aid of a spell.
"Vera Verto!"
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