Watching Vizette's hurried departure, Sprout closed the black wooden box.
"It only took two weeks!" she exclaimed in amazement. "Kids these days are truly remarkable... No wonder Headmaster Dumbledore valued him so highly!"
"It's quite interesting to think that Snape can be made to look bad..." she sighed softly. "It's a pity I didn't see it in person, I wonder what Snape's expression was like."
...
Professor McGonagall's application for a flying broom was approved. Although it was still a second-hand flying broom, it was well-maintained and the previous accidents never happened again.
The students took advantage of this rare moment to fly freely in the air, while only Vizette was still trying to understand the magic circuits.
As he repeatedly watched the process of Devil's Snare's disguise, he felt countless inspirations surging through his mind, even overflowing.
After his flight lesson ended, he said goodbye to his roommates and returned to the greenhouse.
Sprout was the only one in the greenhouse, doing the final cleaning before the weekend.
Vizette greeted her first, then took out his wand and helped with the cleaning.
Sprout handed him a drink. "White honey water, you can't get this anywhere else, it's my secret recipe!"
Vizette took the cup, took a small sip, and found that in addition to the sweetness, it also had a refreshing and invigorating effect.
"Tastes good, doesn't it? This year's honey is of excellent quality," Sprout said proudly. "Still planning to observe the Devil's Snare?"
Vizette shook his head. "Professor Sprout, I actually want to borrow a Christmas cactus... May I cast a spell on it?"
Sprout nodded. "Of course, no problem! As long as dark magic isn't used, the Christmas cactus is quite resilient."
"I want to practice Transfiguration…" Vizette said quickly, "I've had some insights from before and I want to put them into practice."
"Of course, no problem!" Sprout took out her wand and waved it at a point not far away. The black wooden box immediately floated into the air.
"You can practice here slowly…" she instructed Vizette. "I need to hide the Devil's Snare; it's quite dangerous. When you leave later, just close the door for me."
...
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Vizette gently raised his wand, and several pages of notebooks floated in the air.
These notebook pages recorded the magical circuits of the Devil's Snare and the Christmas Cactus, showing both dynamic and static variations.
Moreover, the "Theory of Transfiguration and Deformation" was ready in his mind and could be consulted at any time.
He used the "Guardian Meditation Technique" to make the pages of the book follow him around, until he arrived in front of a Christmas cactus.
The Christmas cactus sensed someone approaching and became more active, its vines swaying gently in a certain rhythm.
With the help of the Guardian Meditation Method, his attention was highly focused, and his thoughts shuttled between the pages of his notebook and the Theory of Transfiguration.
Vizette gently flicked his wand, channeling a levitation charm to make the pages of the notebook flip back and forth, creating an effect like turning the pages of a book.
Combining this with the theory of Transfiguration, a light seemed to appear in his eyes, "So this is how it can be done..."
He activated his magic eye, raised his wand, and flicked the tip forward, pointing it directly at the swaying Christmas cactus in front of him.
With the help of the Magic Eye, Vizette's magic seeped into the Christmas cactus, directly targeting its magic circuitry.
He transformed his magic into "clothes," enveloping the Christmas cactus's magical circuitry.
"Shaping with vines!"
Vizette whispered, his control over the magic enveloping the Christmas cactus sharpening, approaching the magic circuit of the Devil's Snare;
As he sculpted it, the swaying motion of the Christmas cactus stopped, and the emerald green of the vines turned into dark green...
The vines of the Christmas cactus were as flexible as a swarm of snakes, winding and twisting in all directions as if stretching out their bodies.
Suddenly, the Christmas cactus seemed to receive a command; its outstretched dark green vines surged forward, completely enveloping Vizette and lifting him directly into the air…
...
As the sun began to set, the two professors headed to the greenhouse together.
Sprout looked at Professor McGonagall, her voice full of worry, "Minerva, is it really okay for me to put the Devil's Snare there?"
"At least that's what Headmaster Dumbledore said…" Professor McGonagall shrugged, a hint of helplessness on her face. "After all, he's already made you aware of the weaknesses of the Devil's Snare."
Sprout sighed. "I still feel a bit uneasy. That's... You-Know-Who."
"This shouldn't be for the Mystic," Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "It's more like an extra…final exam, isn't it?"
"If that's the case, the students being tested are quite pitiful…" Sprout sighed. "Even adult wizards would probably have a headache facing so many problems at once."
"Since it's Dumbledore's decision, we should continue to trust him," Professor McGonagall said firmly. "After all, he has led Hogwarts through so many ups and downs over the years."
"Of course I have no doubt about Dumbledore," Sprout laughed. "Speaking of which, he's been working overtime again lately, and he keeps coming to me for white honey."
She shrugged helplessly. "I had prepared a whole jar of white honey for you, but now there's only half a jar left..."
"That's enough, considering the pressure Headmaster Dumbledore is under," Professor McGonagall said, unable to suppress a smile.
"If you want to relieve stress, sweets are undoubtedly the best way, but it seems like he's a bit obsessed with them."
Sprout laughed too, gazing at the distant greenhouse, then shrieked, "Oh! Merlin's beard! What's that Devil's Snare!"
"That's impossible! I only brought one Devil's Snare plant! And I already took it away... I even told Vizette..."
"Vizette?" Professor McGonagall quickly looked toward the greenhouse.
Inside the open doors of the greenhouse was indeed a large tangled web of devilish vines, writhing like a swarm of snakes, seemingly engaged in a trapping and predatory act.
Before Professor McGonagall could speak, she transformed into a tabby cat and dashed out, arriving at the greenhouse door in just a few breaths.
Sure enough, the Devil's Snare was indeed hunting! It had the student wrapped up inside, and its vines were still wriggling, seemingly trying to strangle the student.
Professor McGonagall felt her heart skip a beat. Through the gaps in the Devil's Snare, she saw a face—Vizette's face.
"Incendio!"
She gave a sharp shout, and a fiery lion immediately emerged from the wand, growing larger as it pounced on the Devil's Snare in mid-air.
Immediately afterward, the Fiery Lion missed its target, and the Devil's Snare vanished in an instant.
"Professor McGonagall…" Vizette's voice rang out at just the right moment, "It's me…"
"Vizette!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, her expression turning extremely serious. "What exactly happened just now?"
At that moment, Sprout arrived, panting and anxiously asking, "Minerva... Vizette... are you alright...?"