The Soul Was Like the North Star
To be able to consciously use the soul, to use the soul to cast spells...
If we must categorize wizards into Dumbledore might consider this a good method.
The word "must" is actually more intriguing, since the development of normal things usually does not go to extremes;
The boundaries between different magic subjects are not as clear as one might imagine;
Just like how Wizet, in the process of learning, deepened her understanding of other magical subjects through her more proficient Transfiguration, it's a kind of feeling that different paths lead to the same goal.
The simplest way for a wizard to cast a spell is to chant incantations and use hand gestures to sense the spell through their body and thus understand its purpose.
The same applies to Soul Casting. The target of perception changes from the body to the soul, making the process more obscure and hidden. However, the boundary between the two is not so clear.
This idea gradually came to Wizet after a period of research and reflection on Runes.
Silent Wandless Magic is a technique born from the deconstruction and reconstruction of "Soul Casting," which allows wizards to feel the mysteries of the soul even without exploring or understanding it.
This feeling, akin to "keeping your feet on the ground while gazing at the stars and the sea," is a philosophy that Wizet aspires to and pursues in order to popularize research from the soul.
The soul is like a star in the universe; it shines there whether we look up at it or not.
The wizard's exploration and understanding of the soul does not actually change its existence, but only changes the way of understanding and perceiving the soul;
Like a ship sailing at night, even without the guidance of a star chart, it can navigate on the right path by following the North Star high in the sky.
According to Wizet, the soul is the "North Star" in everyone's heart, and it is always there, whether or not one can understand it.
The intense malice emanating from all directions seemed poised to engulf Wizet.
The Evil Hound, seeing the human in front of them, didn't care whether he was armed or not; they simply followed their instincts and wildness and pounced on him.
Their movements quickened, and they made a soft "whooshing" sound as they ran and pounced, like evil spirits lurking in the dark, appearing hidden and terrifying.
"Were they terrified?" The reception witch couldn't help but wonder.
In her eyes, the Evil Hound were within reach. Even skilled dueling wizards, faced with such close-range danger, had little time left for chanting spells and casting magic.
For the witch who was being received, something incomprehensible happened.
The Evil Hound only needed to take one more step to open their bloodthirsty mouths and tear apart the delicious flesh, but that step seemed like an insurmountable chasm.
The Evil Hound ' forward lunge faltered, as if caught by something, causing them to lose their balance and trace ugly lines in the air before crashing to the ground.
They could only manage to whimper in pain, unable to stand up, rolling around on the ground. Their cries, originally a mixture of cruelty and pain, quickly turned into terrified groans.
"What's wrong with them?" The reception witch swallowed hard, looking at the Evil Hound rolling around in a heap.
"This is..." she noticed the change in the weeds on the ground, "Transfiguration?"
If Evil Hound are wandering ghosts, then the weeds on the ground are messengers crawling out from the earth, the natural enemies of these wandering ghosts.
Weeds spread everywhere, some hooking onto the limbs of the Evil Hound, while others turned into slaps, lightly striking the Evil Hound ' bodies and producing a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds.
"To be recommended by Filius Flitwick... one must be an exceptionally talented student, so it's not surprising that they can use such Transfiguration..."
As the hostess for the All-England Wizard Duelling Competition, she was quite knowledgeable.
She noticed the changes in the weeds, and from her own perspective, she understood what Wizet had done.
In her memory, there were actually quite a few wizards who could cast Transfiguration as secretly as Wizet;
However, she was still somewhat confused, feeling that it wasn't Transfiguration, or at least it shouldn't be ordinary Transfiguration.
Thinking of this, the reception witch shook her head slightly. How many wizards who would take the initiative to increase the difficulty of the test would actually be easy wizards?
Wizet uses a method of Soul Casting. At first, he could only make teacups jump in front of him, but now he has made some progress and can even make weeds change with Soul Casting.
For him, Evil Hound were not particularly dangerous Magical creature, and they provided him with ample opportunities to practice and verify his insights.
The results of the practice and verification were quite encouraging. Although the weeds themselves may be relatively fragile, they are full of infinite possibilities under the blessing of Soul Casting, enough to defeat a pack of aggressive Evil Hound.
The Evil Hound, battered by the weeds, had most of their bones shattered, and could only lie on the ground like rag dolls, groaning and panting, their fierce glint dimming in their eyes.
"Whirlwind Sweep!" Wizet finally raised his wand and flicked it lightly, as if brushing away a piece of debris.
The Evil Hound, like rotten mud, flew backward and gathered in a pile of fallen leaves against the corner of the wall.
The iron gate above was pulled open, accompanied by a rustling sound, and several afterimages seemed to drift by.
The witch only explained the content of the ordinary test, which involves facing a pack of Evil Hound, without revealing what dangerous creatures would be involved in the more difficult test.
"Night Vision Charm!" Wizet cast Night Vision Spell, looking at the afterimages in mid-air, and determined what kind of dangerous creatures they were.
The Acromantula is also a dangerous creature of XXX level, but its habits are not as vicious as those of the Acromantula, and it will not establish territory at the cost of polluting the land.
Its body is covered with ferocious spikes, which is why it is called the "Acromantula". Its size is not as big as the Acromantula, but is only about the size of an ordinary hunting dog.
Both the Acromantula and the Evil Hound are XXX-level dangerous creatures, but the Acromantula is clearly more difficult to deal with.
They can hover in mid-air by spinning silk, and use this advantage to launch more agile surprise attacks on enemies.
Just as the hostess was speculating about how Wizet would deal with the Acromantula, one of the Acromantula, which was hovering in mid-air and preparing to launch an attack, suddenly fell right in front of Wizet.
Before the Acromantula could even struggle, it met a fate similar to that of the Evil Hound, its body bound by weeds, and was greeted with a light tap, producing a sound similar to the cracking of its shell.
The receptionist witch quickly looked at Wizet and saw him raise his wand, pointing it towards the sky.
"Could it be... Cutting Curse?" The reception witch tried to guess the reason for the unexpected encounter of the Acromantula, drawing on her own experience. "Is it really that accurate?"