HP: Transmigrating as an Obscurial

Seeing her little painted face reflected in the blank card, Luna tilted her head from side to side, clearly enjoying the sight. Then, in a soft, playful murmur, she let out a quiet, "Meow!"

"Little tabby cat!" Vizet said with a laugh.

Luna glanced sideways at him, her eyes sparkling. Without warning, she reached out and gently dabbed three fingers across his cheek, leaving soft black marks.

"You've turned into a kitten too!" she declared, giggling like wind chimes as she held up the blank card and angled it toward him.

Vizet stood frozen for a second, feeling as though he were slowly melting. Then, blinking hard, he straightened up and looked vaguely around, momentarily forgetting what he was supposed to be doing.

Right — he needed to get a towel to wipe Luna's face.

He retreated into the bathroom, scooped a few spoonfuls of water into his hands, and splashed his face. The coolness hit him like a gust of cold wind on melted wax, helping him recompose himself.

When he lowered his hands, he glanced at his fingers — now streaked with gray ash. A chuckle escaped his lips.

"I'm a wizard," he muttered to himself, half amused. "I know half a dozen spells that can clean stains... and yet I go hunting for a towel."

Still, since he was already here, he sighed and soaked the cloth properly, then returned to Luna. He carefully wiped the smudges from her cheeks.

"Is it clean?" she asked softly.

"All clean," Vizet replied. "Not a single trace left."

He was just about to hold up the blank card again to show her when Luna gently took the towel from his hand and began wiping his face in return.

"It's clean on your side too," she said with a nod, "not a single smudge left behind."

"My turn!" Xenophilius declared, his voice thick from leftover emotion. He reached over, grabbed the towel, and gave his face a vigorous wipe.

Since he had cried the most, his cheeks were the most stained. Within seconds, the towel turned into a dusty, gray bundle.

After clearing the table of crumbs and ash, Vizet finally found a moment of calm and began thinking more deeply about what had happened with the bread.

It had brought Luna to tears... and even made Xenophilius choke up.

Perhaps, after everything that had happened over the past two days, he had unconsciously poured too much raw emotion into the spell while casting it. And somehow, that emotion had found its way into the bread.

He thought back to the loaf he'd left in the headmaster's office a few nights ago.

What had Headmaster Dumbledore thought of it?

Compared to today's bread, that one had been even more carefully made. And in terms of pure emotion... it might have carried just as much weight.

Vizet shook his head, as if to drive the thought away. He didn't want to imagine what it would look like if Dumbledore cried...

The solution, thankfully, was straightforward: all he needed to do was regulate his emotions and concentrate solely on making the bread taste good.

With that in mind, Vizet calmed his spellcasting, focused only on culinary technique, and created another piece of magic bread.

Perhaps it was the benefit of repetition, but the results this time were visibly improved — the owl bread turned out a rich golden brown, with no signs of burning or ash.

After tasting it, both Luna and Xenophilius gave warm praise. Though the crust was still a bit uneven, the inside was fluffy and soft, with just the right texture and taste.

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After a long and eventful day, Vizet finally returned to his room. He sank onto his bed and brought up the mental interface of A Wizard's Practical Guide.

In the span of just one school year, many new pages had appeared in what was once a blank book.

Now, flipping through the cluttered entries, Vizet began organizing them — sorting through spells, theories, and fragments of primordial magic. The Guide, semi-sentient and deeply attuned to his intent, responded to his thoughts immediately.

He started by grouping his foundational spells:

Guardian Meditation Technique,

Eye of Insight (Intermediate),

Primordial Magic: Augment,

Primordial Magic: Purification,

Primordial Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Snare).

Based on their functionality — and his experience from his previous life — he decided to categorize them as Auxiliary Magic.

The moment he formed the classification in his mind, the Guide responded. The selected pages shifted together into a new group, and a faint blue mark appeared at the corners: Auxiliary Magic.

Vizet gave a small nod of approval and continued.

Primordial Magic: Ascend and Primordial Magic: Blackout (Elementary) — both spells that could affect movement and visibility — he labeled as Control Magic, giving them a yellow mark.

He found two more spells fit for a different category: Primordial Magic: Severance (Elementary) and Primordial Magic: Projectile-Craft — both inherently offensive. He marked these with red and placed them under Attack Magic.

He had once used Augment to modify the Summoning Charm, allowing it to summon living beings — something not ordinarily possible. That adaptation, though not formalized into the Guide, since he was 'boosting' the Spell instead of improving it.

Now, with his increased magical maturity, he felt it was time to properly record it.

He cast the Augmentation magic on the Summoning Charm itself, this time.

Primordial Magic: Beckon (Elementary)

Guide ancient magic to summon all… regardless of origin or nature…

He smiled and assigned it to a new category: Empowered Magic, marked in purple.

With this structure in place — blue for Auxiliary, yellow for Control, red for Attack, purple for Empowered — the once-disordered collection began to fall into a clear and elegant system.

But just as he was reviewing the list again, he noticed something.

One spell had changed.

It was a page he hadn't looked at for a while. It seemed it had evolved since his time in the Mirror World.

Primordial Magic: Shield (Intermediate)

Guide primordial magic to instantly condense into a impervious spherical shield… protect against all harm…

This had been his very first spell — unlocked when he first acquired A Wizard's Practical Guide. But now, something was different.

The old notes had described intricate hand gestures. Now, there was no mention of them. Nor did it refer to the Guardian Meditation Technique, which had become a prerequisite for most advanced primordial spells.

He frowned in thought.

Back then, the Guide gave me the spell with built-in gestures to help activate it... probably because I had no foundation in magic. But now, with meditation techniques and a deeper understanding, the spell has adapted — becoming more direct, more efficient.

He filed the upgraded Shield under a new category: Protective Magic, assigning it a green mark.

But to be sure, he needed to test it.

Vizet stepped into the center of his room and activated the Guardian Meditation Technique. His senses and control of magic spiked.

Then he invoked Shield.

At once, he felt a massive drain from his reserves. His body tensed — primordial magic flowed out like a flood. Startled, he cancelled the spell before it could deplete him entirely.

Panting, he steadied himself.

This wasn't like Protego. It didn't just block one direction — it created a full spherical barrier, offsetting incoming magic by clashing with its structure directly. That required a far greater volume of energy — especially since the magic had evolved.

Then it struck him.

The first time I used this… I was using the Obscurus's magic.

The Obscurus — an entity of pure, chaotic, repressed magic — could generate vast amounts of raw primordial energy. That's why the spell had worked then.

But its nature was volatile.

If the chaotic magic weren't properly refined, it could lash out, becoming dangerous or even uncontainable. The Guide helps in stabilizing the energy, but drawing large amounts of primordial magic might unchain the Obscurus itself.

It hadn't been a problem before — the Shield spell had only been in its elementary form then, and its requirements were far less demanding.

But now...

With the Eye of Insight, Vizet could draw primordial magic directly from Hogwarts's leylines or other ambient magical sources. That had become his norm. The Obscurus was no longer necessary — nor was it safe.

He rubbed his temples, trying to find a solution to this problem.

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