In the light, the notebook seemed to come alive, and like a winding snake, it crawled onto Vizette's wrist.
When the light faded, a silver bracelet appeared on his wrist.
Vizette examined the bracelet repeatedly. The surface of the bracelet was decorated with an exquisite phoenix relief, and the slightly dull silver texture was very antique, giving it a unique and extraordinary feel.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, this is..."
"You can try flipping your wrist and saying 'open' to it."
Vizette did as he was told, and in the blink of an eye, the silver bracelet transformed back into a notebook, lying quietly in his palm.
"That's amazing!" Vizette exclaimed in amazement. "Headmaster Dumbledore, is this also a Transfiguration spell?"
Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand. "Besides Transfiguration magic, it also involves some basic alchemical techniques... This is also the result of our research when we were young."
He pointed to the notebook and continued, "I also recorded the method for making this bracelet in my notes."
"I see it!" Vizette exclaimed in surprise, noticing a newly added line of text.
The strokes in this section are much heavier, creating a stark contrast to the previous flowing and unrestrained handwriting.
"I guess…you'll be very interested, won't you?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. "I've written everything down, from the initial form to the final form. You can study it slowly as supplementary reading."
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As the new week began, Hogwarts entered winter overnight.
Not only did the weather turn cold, but heavy snow also followed.
The gray, misty mountains surrounding the school were stained a desolate white by ice and snow.
When the sunlight shone on them, the snow-covered peaks were no longer desolate, but became as warm and smooth as Hetian jade.
The lake next to the castle was covered with a thick layer of ice, which was as hard and transparent as tempered glass, reflecting a fantastic underwater world.
The discussion about the trolls had not ended, especially after the students learned that Vizette had been sent to the school hospital by Professor McGonagall, and the discussion was showing signs of intensifying.
In their view, this was the normal course of events; otherwise, they would find it hard to believe that a first-year student could defeat a troll.
Perhaps if Harry had accomplished the "feat" of defeating the troll, it wouldn't have caused so much discussion.
After all, Harry's title is not only "the Boy Who Lived," but he is also seen by many as a "savior."
A savior who defeated Voldemort at the age of one, defeating a giant monster is a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
Many curious students would even follow Vizette to the library.
They neither spoke nor looked at their books, but just stared intently at Vizette until he felt uneasy, yet they showed no sign of giving up.
Feeling frustrated by the interruption, Vizette had no choice but to find other places to study.
The Ravenclaw common room was actually a great place, but unfortunately, other Ravenclaws thought so too, which often resulted in it being overcrowded.
The dormitory was also suitable for studying, but he occasionally needed to practice some magic, so he couldn't stay there too often to avoid being too conspicuous.
Fred and George's secret base was well hidden, but it was a bit cramped, and when they experimented with their prank gadgets, all sorts of accidents would happen.
After much thought, Vizette found a good place to stay—Rubeus Hagrid's Hut.
The fireplace in the cabin was burning with firewood, making the room very warm. After getting to know Fang, it would lie down in front of Vizette and ask him to scratch its belly.
Although Rubeus Hagrid looked incredibly rugged, he enjoyed making little gadgets.
He would sit alone in a chair, using a small knife to carve wood and make wooden flutes.
In Vizette's view, it was no less difficult for a giant over three meters tall to carve a wooden flute with a knife than to thread a needle and do embroidery; it was an extraordinary talent.
"It should be fine in a few more days. They shouldn't be following you around spying on you anymore," Rubeus Hagrid reassured him as he whittled wood. "After all, the Quidditch match was about to start!"
"I heard from Harry and the others that you're Ravenclaw's Chaser, that's amazing! Once Quidditch starts, they should be able to focus their attention on the game…"
Vizette nodded in agreement: "I think so too. The troll stuff is really only new these past few days."
Arsenel had already informed him of the schedule, with Gryffindor playing Slytherin in mid-November;
There was another match before the Christmas holidays, between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
Rubeus Hagrid put down his knife, rubbed his hands together expectantly, and said, "Would you like some tea? And some of my rock cakes! They're piping hot, almost ready!"
Vizette waved his hand gently, "I'll just have some tea. I had a big lunch."
Rubeus Hagrid possessed an exceptional talent for cooking, capable of bringing out the best in certain qualities of food.
Take rock cakes, for example. In terms of the "rock" aspect, Rubeus Hagrid had taken it to the extreme. The cakes he baked were so hard that they were comparable to real rocks.
Just as Rubeus Hagrid got up to boil water, a soft "pop" sound came from the room.
A plump bird, about the size of a rooster, with fluffy feathers, appeared in front of the fireplace.
The bird's feathers were brightly colored, and near its wing was a shocking wound from which a little blood mixed with green liquid seeped out.
This is a magical animal similar to the dodo bird.
Or to put it another way, the Diricawl is the dodo of this world, and according to Muggle records, the Diricawl is extinct.
Only wizards in the magical world know that the Diricawls did not become extinct; they were simply annoyed by the harassment from Muggles and thus all hid in the magical world.
As a magical creature, the Diricawl possesses remarkable magical abilities—it can suddenly disappear and then reappear in another place.
This ability is similar to the wizard's Apparition and Disapparition, but it is much quieter and is not subject to the limitations of ordinary anti-Apparition magic.
"Barry! What happened to you?" Rubeus Hagrid hurriedly put down the kettle, spilling water into the fireplace and sending up puffs of steam.
He quickly scooped the Diricawl into his arms and placed it on the table for a careful examination.
"You're injured... and there's poison in you... It seems you'll have to rest and recuperate here for a few days."
As he spoke, he walked to the wall, took down a unicorn hair bandage, and prepared to bandage the Diricawl.
Seeing this, Vizette stood up and said, "Rubeus Hagrid, can I try it? If the magic works, we won't need this bandage..."
Rubeus Hagrid's eyes widened. "You learned healing magic so quickly?"
Vizette nodded slightly. "I've learned a little bit."
"Since you're so kind, why don't you give it a try?" Rubeus Hagrid nodded and carried the Diricawl to Vizette.