Use the Subjects You're Good At to Understand Magic

Hearing Luna's words, Wizet recalled what happened last night and said with a wry smile, "This was just an accident. I've been getting plenty of rest."

As dawn broke outside the window, Wizet immediately took out her wand, pointed it to her chest, and began chanting, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

As he lay back down in bed, Madam Pomfrey happened to bring him a bowl of porridge. "Getting sick is of course an accident. Who would intentionally want to get sick? Did you drink too much of that Baruffio's Brain Elixir '?"

(Achoo! The Weasley twins sneezed in unison.)

(George suddenly had an idea, "Sneezing until nosebleeds! This ' Quick-acting Truancy Treat ' is pretty effective, isn't it? Impressive, right?")

(Fred's eyes lit up. "Great idea! Especially in Potions Class, Snape would love to see us like this! Write it down! Write it down!")

After confirming that both patients had recovered, Madam Pomfrey took several empty medicine bottles and quickly left the Hospital Wing.

Wizet held the porridge in her hands and looked at Luna and the others, asking, "Has everyone had breakfast? Go and have some! I feel pretty good... Last night was really an accident."

"Speaking of accidents, Neville just told us that Colin also had an accident," Hanna said. "His camera was vandalized by the same person who petrified Filch last time."

"Huh? Is that so?" Harry asked, his voice filled with doubt as he shoveled the last mouthful of porridge into his mouth after hearing Hanna's words. "No..."

Dumbledore appeared at the door of the Hospital Wing, walked straight to Harry, and interrupted Harry, "Good morning, Harry! How's your arm now?"

Neville shrank back, a hint of worry in his eyes, and stiffened as he looked at Dumbledore was approaching.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry put down his bowl of porridge, and just like he had demonstrated to Madam Pomfrey, he repeatedly straightened his arm and clenched his fist. "All done!"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "That would be wonderful! Would it be convenient for us to speak alone for a few minutes?"

"Of course, no problem!" Harry rolled off the bed and casually stuffed his feet into his shoes. "Headmaster Dumbledore, where shall we talk?"

Harry and Dumbledore left the Hospital Wing, Neville relaxed considerably, letting out a long sigh as he said, "Thank goodness Headmaster Dumbledore didn't scold me... I thought I had leaked the secret."

"Wasn't it me who ruined you?" Hanna asked, her voice filled with worry. "I didn't think that much about it..."

"Don't be so tense," Wizet said, putting down her bowl of porridge. "There's no such thing as Heir; he's just a clown who likes to make a name for himself. Isn't that something to publicize?"

"If Headmaster Dumbledore comes to you, it's to encourage you to spread the word and put more students at ease... Don't you think so?"

"I think... that's how it is?" Neville scratched his head, forcing a smile. "Hearing you say that makes me feel much more at ease!"

"I'm so afraid of losing points... I'll get points deducted by Professor Snape for not using the right materials... and I'll be unable to cast spells properly because I stutter when I chant..."

His voice grew softer and softer, and his expression became increasingly dejected.

"Professor Sprout always praises you!" Luna encouraged. "She says she's seen many Gryffindor, but you're the most special one!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hanna quickly agreed. "Sprout always says that."

Luna continued, "You all remember! She said you were all very patient and meticulous with each Magical Plants, taking good care of them."

Neville and Hanna felt their cheeks burning and instinctively glanced at each other, only to find that the other's cheeks were also flushed and hot.

"Yes! Professor Sprout often praises you," Wizet said with a smile. "Perhaps you could try... first finding your favorite subject, and then expanding your studies from there."

"That's exactly what I did. I have some experience with Transfiguration, so when I'm learning about other magical knowledge, I combine it with my understanding of Transfiguration."

"Using Transfiguration to understand... other magical knowledge?" Neville and Hanna asked impatiently. "What about us? What should we do?"

"What example can I give you?" Wizet murmured. "I've got it! You should all remember the Tickling Charm that Professor Flitwick has been teaching us recently, right?"

"Of course..." Neville scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment in his voice, "But I couldn't cast the spell well..."

"It's alright, Professor Flitwick only recently started teaching this spell." Wizet waved her hand. "Let's review what Professor Flitwick said..."

"The incantation for the Tickling Charm ' isn't too difficult to pronounce; it's just ' Tickling Charm.' The key to reciting the spell is to add a slight vibrato at the end."

"Accompanied by that trill, just as Professor Flitwick said, the wand is flicked lightly, quickly and rhythmically... like imitating a tickle. Is that right?"

Neville and Hanna nodded. "That's what Professor Flitwick said."

"Pixies, Accio!" He raised his wand and summoned a Pixies. "Try it on yourselves."

Not long after, a small iron cage flew through the window and landed in Wizet's hands.

The Pixies in the small iron cage gripped the bars, his face expressionless, glancing at Wizet one moment and then at Neville and the others the next.

"Tickling Charm!"

Neville and Hanna took out their wands and cast Tickling Charm on the Pixies.

Two faint silver lights flew out, the Pixies grinned and laughed a few times, then returned to his previous expression, even becoming more reserved.

Seeing the Pixies's performance, Neville and Hanna were both somewhat disappointed, "It's about the same as in class..."

"I find this spell very interesting; it's something Professor Flitwick emphasized," Wizet explained. "When casting this spell, it should be done as lightly and quickly as waving a wand."

"You can imagine it like this... You're back in the greenhouse, watering two rows of Magical Plants... A breeze blows by, and the emerald green leaves tickle your legs..."

The frustration on Neville and Hanna's faces had largely disappeared, and they looked much better than before.

"How did you feel when you went to the greenhouse this morning?" Wizet asked.

"Pretty relaxing..." Neville scratched his head. "Is this how you use Herbology to understand other forms of magic?"

"It's just a relatively close example that came to mind just now." Wizet waved his hand. "Hanna, how would you feel if you went back to the greenhouse?"

Hanna said somewhat uncertainly, "It's pretty much what Neville said... very relaxing... and you even feel happy?"

Vizer guided, "Then use this mindset...imagine the wind blowing through the leaves, the green tips tickling your legs...and then try it again."

"Leaf tickling my leg..." Neville exhaled softly.

"Relax... feel happy." Hanna waved her wand, seemingly mimicking the motion of a leaf scratching its leg.

"Tickling Charm!"

Two beams of silver light shot out from the tip of the wand, much brighter than before.

The cage wasn't very big, Pixies had nowhere to hide, so it was hit by the Tickling Charm...