Dumbledore's Visit

Warmth and light are the natural enemies of the Devil's Snare.

Wizet felt the Devil's Snare weaken in her hand and immediately opened her eyes.

As expected, the Devil's Snare formed from the fingers curled up, like clumps of Maple Bucket, and even the accompanying sensory abilities dissipated completely.

As the flames died down, the lights in the Hospital Wing suddenly came on.

Dumbledore said softly, "Absolutely perfect Transfiguration. To achieve this level is truly remarkable!"

He wore a pine-green cloak-like robe decorated with gold buttons on the front, each button bearing the Hogwarts School Emblem.

Wizet blinked, thinking of something— Dumbledore's clothes never seemed to be the same twice.

This contrasts sharply with Professor McGonagall, who favors dark green robes, and Professor Snape, who is obsessed with black robes.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore!" Wizet said somewhat awkwardly, returning her hand to its original position.

"Are you feeling better?" Dumbledore concern. "I think Professor Snape's Potions, apart from its unpleasant taste, is quite effective."

"Actually, the taste was alright, like drinking porridge," Wizet recalled, speaking truthfully. "But the effect was really good; I've recovered!"

"Hmm..." Dumbledore murmured, as if answering his own question, "Is it alright? Maybe next time I can ask him to add some sugar..."

He didn't dwell on the issue and continued, "I heard from Professor McGonagall that you have a great talent for Transfiguration and are able to perform high-level Same Species Transfiguration."

"But now it seems that you have not only completed advanced Same Species Transfiguration, but also Human Transfiguration... To be honest, this can no longer be described as 'very talented'."

Wizet felt her ears burning and waved her hand, saying, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I still have a lot to learn."

"This time, it was mainly because I had a sudden inspiration, and with the book ' The 《Metamorphic Transfiguration Theory》,' it just so happened that the Christmas Cactus turned into Devil's Snare."

"The 《Metamorphic Transfiguration Theory》?" Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Is it the one borrowed from the library?"

"Yes, there's a message from you on it." Wizet thought of the notes and messages in "The 《Metamorphic Transfiguration Theory》" and couldn't help but ask with a smile, "The message is... real?"

"It's true." Dumbledore laughed as well. "Madam Pince has an unusual obsession with the care of books."

The two exchanged a smile, Wizet felt much more at ease than before.

Dumbledore glanced at Wizet and said in a casual tone, "Half a year has passed, which course did you find most interesting?"

"They're all quite interesting..." Wizet blurted out, "Maybe it's because of me that I'm exposed to the magical world?"

"Treating knowledge equally is a very good quality," Dumbledore said gently. "You're not wrong, this is where England wizards first encountered magic."

"The courses here all have corresponding meaning, and we hope that students can find enjoyment in them and discover the course that interests them the most..."

"We hope that during their seven years at Hogwarts, students can follow their own souls, develop their own Magical Understanding, and find the Path of Magic that best suits them."

"Soul? Magical Understanding?" Wizet frowned, vaguely sensing the weight of those two words.

"You are still very perceptive," Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction. "Although mastering various Life Magic will allow one to live in the magical world..."

"But to truly embark on the Path of Magic is to have one's own Magical Understanding and know where one should go. Most wizards who want to achieve this are already over forty."

"Next, I'm going to tell you some things that are far beyond what's covered..." He blinked, noticing that Wizet skillfully took out his notebook.

"These are my views on the soul, so you don't need to write them down. We can just chat casually like we're having a conversation."

"Okay," Wizet replied with a hint of regret, placing the notebook back on the table.

"Wizet, what do you think is the difference between wizards?" Dumbledore smile. "Answer in a more magical way... if you can."

Wizet nodded, and after only considering his life at Luna's Home and his time studying at Hogwarts, he finally uttered a single word. "Soul!"

"Yes!" Dumbledore smiled, as if treating the Hospital Wing as a classroom. "The souls of wizards are all different... After all, I've mentioned it so many times, I won't give Ravenclaw any extra points."

"The souls of wizards are all different, so their specialties in magic also differ. For example, Professor Flitwick's talent in spells—did you know he was once Duelling Champion?"

"Duelling Champion? I don't know..." Wizet's eyes widened. Although he didn't know what this title meant, he felt that it must be very powerful.

Dumbledore recalled, "During the duel, most of the Dark Magic could be used... Professor Flitwick did not do so; he defeated his opponent with his masterful spells."

"The sooner you develop your own Magical Understanding, the sooner you'll understand what your soul needs, just like Professor Flitwick. Including Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape..."

"They have their own Magical Understanding, which allows them to better utilize their talents. Just like some wizards might be good at Disarming Charm, Obliviation Charm, or Wandless Magic."

"The soul is so wondrous. There are as many kinds of souls as there are wizards, and as many kinds of talents as there are souls, just like Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans... Each one can bring a new and wonderful experience."

"This is an indescribable process. The professor can only play a supporting role, inspiring you to feel your soul and build your own Magical Understanding."

Wizet asked tentatively, "Headmaster Dumbledore, do you think... my soul is inclined towards Transfiguration?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded gently. "Besides your performance during this period, the Obscurus you bear is also an important basis for my conclusion."

"The Obscurus?" Wizet placed her hand on her chest. "Then shouldn't I have a greater talent for Dark Magic?"

"Isn't there a rule?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. "No one stipulates that a soul can only have one preference. The soul is a complex and even changeable entity."

"A talent for Disarming Charm, and proficiency in the extremely difficult Patronus Charm ...anything is possible! Wizet, wizards can work miracles, remember that."

"Obscurus is a form of Dark Magic, but it is not just a form of Dark Magic ..." he said, drawing his wand and waving it gently.

A wisp of Black Mist emanated from the tip of the wand, sometimes transforming into a black cloud-like shape, and sometimes condensing into a black cone...