Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Snare Form)

In the dimly lit, unnamed storeroom, Dumbledore moved among a pile of odds and ends.

He walked to the deepest part of the storage room and found a huge object covered by a gray cloth.

The gray cloth was forcefully lifted, and dust flew wildly into the air.

"Dust and Grime Begone!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and not only did the dust disappear, but the gray cloth was also restored to its original white color with the help of magic.

"What a useful magic!" He smiled slightly and turned to look at the object covered by the gray cloth.

It was an impressive mirror, at least two meters high, with its top almost touching the ceiling.

At the top is a line of flowing cursive script, engraved with "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi".

Exquisite Serpentine Relief form a gleaming golden border, while two arched Serpentine Statue support the base, ensuring the mirror stands firm.

He stood there for a long time, but never dared to stand in front of the huge mirror. He just stroked the relief on the frame with his fingers, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

A large burst of light appeared behind him, and a silver-white, Water Horse emerged and swam to the giant mirror.

Dumbledore looked at the Patronus, the Water Horse, and asked in a low voice, "Newt, is there any news?"

The Water Horse hovered in mid-air and said in an old voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore, you have a good memory. I did indeed save an Obscurus before."

"But when I went to New York, Obscurus detained by the Magical Congress. After that incident, I wanted to find Obscurus, but the Magical Congress told me that Obscurus disappeared."

"If I'm not mistaken... it was probably taken by Gellert Grindelwald... so I can't try, and I'm sorry I can't help you."

After saying these words, the Water Horse seemed to merge into the air, turning into a ripple and disappearing.

"So that's how it is..." Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he watched the silver ripples disappear, his thousand words turning into a long sigh.

Wizet slept soundly until evening, and the dull pain in her head completely disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, two boys who looked remarkably alike appeared before him.

Fred asked with a grin, "How are you feeling, our dear materials consultant?"

Wizet smiled. "I would feel better if... you could stop spreading rumors about me."

"How can this be considered spreading rumors?" George held up his index finger and waved it back and forth. "We are praising the great deeds of our savior, just like medieval bards!"

"That's right! That's right!" Fred nodded in agreement. "Since you can still joke around, it means you should be getting better soon, right?"

"It should still be the weekend today, right?" Wizet shook his head, and a "crackling" sound came from his neck.

"Yes!" George said regretfully, "You wasted such a wonderful weekend at the Hospital Wing ..."

"It's actually quite nice to take a nap like this once in a while." Wizet stretched on the bed. "Professor Flitwick told me to balance work and rest."

Fred stroked his chin and nodded in agreement. "It always sounds especially convincing coming from you!"

Just then, faint footsteps suddenly came from all around.

Fred and George immediately became alert and waved to Wizet, "We have to go! Hope to see you in the Great Hall tomorrow!"

"I hope so too!" Wizet waved to them. "Goodbye!"

Fred and George had a keen intuition; the footsteps came from Madam Pomfrey on her rounds.

Only after making sure no one was disturbing her did she feel relieved and leave the Hospital Wing, locking the door behind her.

After confirming that Madam Pomfrey had left, Wizet opened his eyes and used his Magic Eye to survey everything in the Hospital Wing.

"Lumos Solem!"

Just as he had expected, there was a wealth of Ancient Magic Power here.

Under normal circumstances, getting into the Hospital Wing is not an easy thing.

Madam Pomfrey usually dealt with things from outside the door; in her view, it was the patients who needed to go inside.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, Wizet wandered around the Hospital Wing, exploring each area and illuminating the corresponding areas on the map in her mind.

He kept checking the map in his mind until all the relevant areas were lit up, then he stopped and collected all the Ancient Magic Power.

Wizet once again activated the improved magic, the Transfiguration that turned the Christmas Cactus into the Devil's Snare, which was worthy of the investment of Ancient Magic Power.

He wanted to know what properties Ancient Magic Power would bestow upon Transfiguration if it were modified.

Hesitation was not in Wizet's nature; he acted quickly, pouring all the Ancient Magic Power he had just acquired into Transfiguration.

Turn the page of "The Wizard Combat Guide".

Unlike before, he gleaned insights into Transfiguration from this unopened page.

These understandings are very profound, and he could only barely grasp a tiny bit of the content with the help of the "《Metamorphic Transfiguration Theory》".

After an unknown amount of time, the page was finally turned, revealing a new magic:

Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Snare Form): Guiding Ancient Magic to cast Transfiguration... transforming fingers into Devil's Snare...

Based on his newly acquired understanding, he didn't use his wand, but instead extended his hand directly.

"Vine Shaping!"

His fingers were enveloped in a silvery-blue light, and a tingling, itchy sensation spread from his fingertips throughout his body.

Under the influence of magic, the slender fingers stretched continuously, and the bones inside seemed to soften.

It's a very strange feeling; your will seems to become your "hand," while your real hand becomes "playdough."

He guided the magic, transforming his fingers, which quickly turned into dark green vines with unique plant-like patterns.

"Nox!"

Wizet not only extinguished the light at the tip of her wand, but also closed her eyes and began to walk around the Hospital Wing.

He walked with remarkable ease, avoiding the hospital bed and the herbal medicine cabinet as if he knew them in advance.

It was an extremely strange experience. Even though he closed his eyes and was surrounded by darkness, he could "see" everything around him through his hand, which had transformed into Devil's Snare.

As Magical Plants that lurks in damp, dark environments, Devil's Snare has an extremely strong perception of darkness.

By entering the Devil's Snare Form, Wizet also gained corresponding sensory abilities.

He suddenly remembered the "Animagus," which seemed to grant the user the abilities of the corresponding animal after casting this Transfiguration.

Just then, he suddenly sensed a bright light ahead, and a ball of fire appeared out of nowhere...