Vizette slowly opened his eyes and smelled the unique sandalwood scent.
In his hand appeared a branch, which emitted the scent of sandalwood and was attached to a mistletoe leaf.
Without a doubt, this was a completely magical creation, with a rather eclectic feel to it.
"Why do you have a twig in your hand?" Anthony asked curiously.
"Because I want to borrow this book," Vizette said with a smile, tapping his wand lightly on the branch.
The branch rapidly shrank, transforming into a mistletoe leaf bookmark with a sandalwood scent.
"Let's go!" He slipped the bookmark into the book.
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The theory of metamorphosis benefited Vizette so much that he was still waving his wand and trying out more applications of transfiguration magic on his way to the Quidditch pitch.
The key to learning is to practice what you've learned. This was a learning method he had summarized in his previous life, and it still worked now that he was in a magical world.
He walked on the grass, waving his wand like a symphony conductor. With each step he took, the grass he stepped on changed, turning into a sparse white primrose.
The Theory of Metamorphosis recorded a large number of structural diagrams, from plants to animals, to distinguish between easy and difficult structures.
The primrose was one of the structural diagrams. Its structure was not complicated, making it very suitable for practice.
Vizette turned to look at the primroses disappearing behind him, a sense of accomplishment filling his heart.
Transfiguration magic, as an important branch of the magic field, possessed its own unique charm.
The unpredictability and versatility of shapeshifting magic were its unique features, which captivated him and made him unable to extricate himself from it.
Michael had actually noticed this long ago. He looked at the primroses one after another, his mouth agape, and finally couldn't resist picking one.
Petals fluttered down, and a few white primroses lay in his hand, transforming into a small blade of grass.
He tugged at Vizette's sleeve. "How did that happen?"
"The most basic transformation magic, turning grass into a flower, isn't very difficult," Anthony explained from the side. "It's just that Vizette uses it extremely skillfully… extremely skillfully…"
"How can he be so skilled!" he sighed in frustration. "He can cast shapeshifting spells too fast. I'm afraid the first-year curriculum has become meaningless for him."
"It's just a matter of practice makes perfect." Vizette put away his wand, and petals instantly fluttered behind him, the primrose returning to its grassy form. "I practice a lot, it's nothing special."
"If you're interested, I can lend you my notes." He held up "The Theory of Metamorphosis" and waved it around. "This book has inspired me a lot; you can take a look."
Faced with the "Theory of Metamorphosis" which was over ten centimeters thick, Anthony subconsciously swallowed. "Let's talk about it when we get back... It's a rare weekend, so we should balance work and rest!"
"That's right! That's right!" Michael immediately chimed in, "Look! The selection process seems to have already begun!"
Vizette's activities were still confined to the castle, at most gazing at the Quidditch pitch from afar through the window of his dormitory.
The oval-shaped pitch resembled an olive and was about the size of a football field. The central circle was located in the center of the field and was marked with a white circular pattern.
As a ball game involving high-altitude competition, the stands were also built high up, resembling the columns of an ancient Greek temple, surrounding the field.
Three gilded goalposts stood at both ends of the field, with rings attached to the top of each goalpost. These rings functioned similarly to basketball hoops; to score in a game, you needed to throw the ball into the hoop.
Facing Vizette, who knew nothing about Quidditch, the two roommates proudly held their heads high and seized this rare opportunity to talk about Quidditch's player configurations and scoring methods.
This was a long-standing sport that had always been loved by wizards around the world, and there were even large-scale events like the Quidditch World Cup.
This sport used four balls: one Quaffle, two Bludgers, and one Golden Snitch.
Each participating team fielded seven players: three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and one Seeker.
The Chaser's job was to steal the Quaffle and throw it through the hoop to score ten points, which was the main way to score in Quidditch.
The Bludger was magical and would randomly attack players. The Beaters were equipped with bats and they needed to prevent the Bludger from hurting their teammates and hit the Bludger toward the opponents to cause trouble.
The Keeper was responsible for guarding the goalposts to prevent opposing players from scoring by throwing the Quaffle through the hoop;
The Golden Snitch possessed flight magic, was about the size of a ping-pong ball, and flew extremely fast and silently. The Seeker needed to find the Golden Snitch as quickly as possible and catch it to end the game.
Vizette asked curiously, "One hundred and fifty points? If we catch the Golden Snitch right from the start, we win immediately?"
"That's what makes Quidditch so captivating!" Anthony exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "A team that was initially behind seizes the opportunity, takes down the Golden Snitch, and turns the game around—how exciting!"
Vizette nodded in agreement. The appearance of the Golden Snitch would indeed make the competition more unpredictable and more entertaining.
As soon as they stepped onto the field, they heard Cho Chang calling out, "Vizette! Come here quickly!"
The benches on both sides of the team's changing rooms were already occupied by quite a few people.
Some of them, like Cho Chang, had brought their own flying brooms to the selection process, while others used the flying brooms provided by the school.
Cho Chang wiped her flying broom, her voice a little hurried. "I thought you had forgotten."
"Sorry, I almost forgot," Vizette said, sitting on the bench. "Anthony reminded me."
Cho Chang waved and said, "Hello everyone! Thank you!"
"Okay...ah...it's nothing, it's just like that..." Anthony's ears turned red, and he kept his head down, not daring to look at Cho Chang's face.
"Yes… Anthony is right!" Michael wasn't much better off; his ears were as red as if they'd been scalded with boiling water.
Vizette couldn't help but chuckle. These two were so animated and gesticulating when they were walking down the street, but after greeting Cho Chang, they turned into a mimosa.
The selection process for Cho Chang's position hadn't started yet, and she still needed time to adjust.
To calm her nerves, she chatted with Vizette about the team's recent situation.
The Ravenclaw team had suffered significant personnel losses, with vacancies in all positions, including Seeker, Beater, and Chaser.
Cho Chang sighed, "So the captain and the others were still very anxious. Before you arrived, twenty people had already been eliminated."
"How are people eliminated?" Vizette asked, quite interested in the Quidditch selection process.
"Hovering, acceleration, maneuvering, sharp turns..." Cho Chang counted on her fingers, "The captain randomly calls out the actions, and if you can't keep up, you're out..."
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