Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery and Theory of Metamorphic Transfiguration

Wizet explained, "Professor McGonagall asked me to look for some information related to 'Animagus.' I don't plan to practice this magic."

"So it was Professor McGonagall!" Madam Pince said flatly. "Theory of Metamorphic Transfiguration, Transfiguration section, shelf one hundred and three, seventh row."

She added another sentence, this time in a much heavier tone. "Remember, do not scribble all over it!"

The library had been expanded countless times over by magic. Among its sections, Potions and Transfiguration were two of the larger categories, occupying a vast area.

The entire library contained thousands upon thousands of bookshelves, with hundreds of long, narrow aisles, and held an endless number of books of every kind.

This was Wizet's first time venturing deep into the library.

Many of the books in the library's collection were very old. Compared with the books in Flourish and Blotts, they were far more unruly—some could even speak.

Some books muttered obscure, incomprehensible sounds, some suddenly let out a howl, and others whispered bewitching words...

"#@*?%u0026!..."

"Ah! All riffraff! Defilers of Hogwarts! Magic belongs to pure-blood families!"

"Open me... Power is beckoning to you! With me, you can have everything! Escape death!"

Wizet was not frightened by this. Instead, he found it extremely interesting, and even released the Magic Eye to observe.

Sure enough, as a place that had existed since the school's founding, the library naturally contained a great deal of ancient magic power.

Although he had only walked this one path, the ancient magic power he gained was quite considerable, enough for him to turn to the next page of Wizard's Practical Guide.

Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery: Master ancient magic power, conceal ancient magic power within an object, and unleash ancient magic power after striking the target.

Judging from the description, this was an offensive ability, and it possessed a certain degree of concealment, allowing it to achieve a surprise effect.

Wizet stopped where he was and first digested and understood this ability.

He discovered that Throwing Mastery was not simple, because this ability could be used in combination with other magic.

Combined with the Summoning Charm, it could summon nearby objects to attack; combined with Transfiguration magic, it could directly create throwing objects...

It could even use ancient magic power as "fuel" to amplify the flight speed of thrown objects, thereby achieving an unexpected effect, just like the nitro boost in racing games.

And the most important point was that even bare-handed, this ability could still produce a certain effect.

If he had possessed this ability in his previous life, he could have considered developing in the direction of a shot-putter, basketball player, or baseball player.

Wizet gently shook his head and said in a low voice, "But I prefer magic."

With the loss of ancient magic power, those strange voices weakened greatly, becoming as thin as mosquito buzzes.

Wizet continued forward. It took him about five minutes to arrive at the bookshelf Madam Pince had mentioned.

Wizet found Theory of Metamorphic Transfiguration. The book had a pitch-black cover, with an incomparably complex pattern outlined in gilt.

This pattern had a sense of resemblance to Vitruvian Man.

Vitruvian Man was a work by da Vinci depicting a man standing in the poses of a cross shape and a star shape.

But this pattern was far more complex. Between the circle and rectangle, it encompassed structural diagrams of countless animals.

Wizet could only make out relatively classic forms such as pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, lions, tigers, and elephants.

He opened the book. What first entered his sight was not the prologue, but a line of floating words formed by magic:

Do not scribble in the book! Not even Headmaster Dumbledore is an exception! Left by Irma Pince.

Wizet smiled softly. Leaving behind such words fit Madam Pince's attitude toward the collection very well.

The magical words shifted, turning into another string of text:

It's true. When I was writing notes, this book actually flew up and knocked me on the head. It hurt quite a bit. Do be careful. Left by Albus Dumbledore.

Wizet nearly laughed aloud, but he was still somewhat puzzled. Would Dumbledore really leave behind words like this?

The Dumbledore he had come into contact with was a kindly and approachable old man.

Wizet found it a little hard to imagine that such an old man would leave behind such playful words.

Out of his longing for the contents of the book itself, he did not continue dwelling on it, but reached out and turned the page.

As his hand touched the page, the magical words scattered completely, and the true prologue appeared.

[Metamorphic transfiguration—this is a topic capable of sparking debate among wizards. Quite a few wizards firmly believe that by changing their own essence, they can bring their Transfiguration magic to a new peak...]

[As someone eager to get to the root of things, after coming into contact with these wizards, I discovered a sorrowful fact—they did not even understand themselves, yet believed they had obtained growth and sublimation...]

[In this book, I will serve as a guide, leading you to deconstruct yourselves, recognize your essence, and even deconstruct all things. I hope this will allow you to go farther on the path of Transfiguration magic...]

After finishing the prologue, Wizet was deeply captivated, and he could not wait to turn to the next page.

This book contained not only the author's insights, but also annotations in the blank spaces used to express viewpoints.

By combining the insights and annotations, he felt that he had gained a greater understanding of Transfiguration magic.

Wizet even developed a vague idea—one that belonged to his own path of Transfiguration magic.

Now he had reason to believe that the second passage of magical text at the beginning might truly have been left by Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Focus... Start with the thing most familiar to you... Relax... Don't let pressure sway you. Seek a place of remembrance..."

As Wizet read, he tried it out. He plucked out a strand of hair and placed it on the ground, while a familiar garden surfaced in his mind.

The tip of his wand hovered above the hair. "Vera Verto!"

The hair swelled rapidly, then changed into something the size of a palm—a leaf-shaped bookmark.

Wizet compared it against the structural diagram in the book, refining the bookmark's details. Its color became a richer green, its veins clearer, until it looked just like a real leaf...

He suddenly felt like a creator, as if he truly could make something from nothing.

He seemed to hear Luna's voice by his ear: "You need to have a wish..."

"My wish is for it to really become a leaf!" Wizet murmured. His wand gave off an emerald glow, drowning the leaf bookmark in its light.

In Wizet's mind, a section of branch appeared, with several fresh, dripping-green leaves attached to the stump, giving off a faint sandalwood fragrance...

His imagination became reality. The leaf bookmark stretched outward, its texture turning tender, its color growing more vibrant with life, and even a branch began to grow from it bit by bit...

"Wizet! Wizet!" Just then, Anthony suddenly reached out and shook him, jolting Wizet awake from his immersion in the book.

"Hurry up. If we're any later, there might not be any food left in the Great Hall. We still have to go watch the Quidditch tryouts this afternoon!"