HP: Transmigrating as an Obscurial

The painting wasn't finished yet, but Vizet could already tell — the wizard on the page was him.

The background was still a work in progress, but the posture of the upright figure, the distinct folds of his robes — it was unmistakably what he was wearing now.

Even the wand was drawn with accuracy: long, sharply tapered, cold as a silver spike. His wand.

To be honest, it was the first time he had seen himself captured on paper, and he was moved in a way that caught him off guard. 

Luna pulled a soft hair tie from her pocket and swept her fluffy hair into a loose ponytail. Her tone was graceful and matter-of-fact:

"I haven't finished it yet. I still need to add the flames — and the colorful ball fish. I'll show you once it's done."

Vizet felt his throat tighten. He had so much he wanted to say, but all that came out was a single word: "Yeah."

Luna smiled, gathered up her painting supplies with the soft flutter of a butterfly taking flight, and stood up. "Mr. Vizet, we can start now."

Vizet took a deep breath and invoked Occlumency, cooling his mind and steadying his heartbeat. He pulled a chair forward and sat down.

Opening his notebook and the hand-drawn textbook he'd compiled, he turned to the pages covering the Levitation Charm.

They sat side by side, the notes resting open between them.

What surprised Vizet most was Luna's familiarity with spell theory.

Her pronunciation was already refined — her vowels well-rounded, her consonants placed precisely. She even knew how to distinguish voiced and unvoiced sounds.

Vizet blinked and couldn't help but smile.

"Did you study these before? You're way ahead of where I was! I remember how long it took me to get the hang of all this when I started school."

Luna's eyes crinkled with amusement.

"No! But my mother used to play all kinds of games with me — guessing games, rhyming riddles… She never explained they were spell pronounciations. She'd just smile and say I was clever if I guessed right."

Vizet nodded, growing more confident. "Then I think… you might be able to learn the Levitation Charm in a single afternoon."

Once he was sure her pronunciation was solid, he began to teach her how to adjust her mouth shape, as well as the rhythm and pressure of casting.

In the days before, while studying primordial magic, refining his Occlumency, and immersing himself in household magic, Vizet had also taken time to thoroughly review all the first-year course material — especially to prepare for moments like this.

He wanted to do things properly. If he was going to teach, he would teach clearly.

And through this experience, he gained a newfound respect for Professor Flitwick. It was no small feat, keeping a classroom full of restless students focused, explaining a single charm from every imaginable angle, and responding with ease to all the odd questions that came his way.

Understanding a spell was one thing. Teaching it — truly making another person understand it — was something else entirely.

Thankfully, he and Luna shared an easy rhythm. They slipped into the lesson naturally. She listened well and asked precise questions. Their back-and-forth grew seamless.

Thanks to the structure he'd carefully written into his notes — the breakdown of magical concepts, casting technique, and correct wand gestures — Vizet was able to fulfill his promise: Luna mastered the Levitation Charm by the end of the afternoon.

Even after succeeding, Luna remained curious. She had dozens of follow-up questions, most of them strange and delightful.

Vizet answered them all patiently, thoroughly — enjoying every minute of it.

Luna pointed at the page and asked with innocent curiosity, "Professor Vizet, why can't we say 'Leviosa' as 'Levioso'? Would something bad happen?"

Vizet smiled and replied, "Because 'Leviosa' implies a soft, delicate kind of lift. 'Levioso' — on the other hand — makes it harsher. More forceful. It becomes unstable."

He picked up his wand to demonstrate, adopting a theatrical tone, "Sometimes it might even damage the object you're trying to lift… Watch — Wingardium Levio sooo!"

The object he chose for the spell was one of the leaves Luna had gathered earlier from the garden.

The moment he cast it, the leaf rocketed upward, smacked the ceiling with a brittle crack, and crumbled into several pieces before drifting down.

Luna watched the fragments fall with wide eyes. "Professor Vizet, if I want a leaf to fly higher… is there another way to do it besides just adjusting the wand's motion?"

Vizet blinked. The word Professor was starting to feel oddly fitting, and oddly unreal.He returned her question with a question: "What do you think we should try?"

Luna rested her chin in her hands and tilted her head.

"Maybe… you could imagine that the leaf caught a strong gust of wind? Like someone's gently blowing it from beneath?"

"Not through gestures," Vizet murmured, "but through intent and visualization… That would require much more focused concentration…"

He paused, then added thoughtfully, "If you can construct that airflow clearly enough in your mind, it might guide the leaf upward just as you imagined."

He picked up his wand and cast the Levitation Charm again, this time focusing not on the wand's motion, but on the imagined upward wind Luna described.

The change was instant and elegant.

Instead of the leaf jerking upward like before, it rose in a slow, natural drift — like it was being carried by a warm updraft. It floated gently, steadied by unseen currents.

Luna's face lit up. "It looks like a butterfly. So graceful!"

She pointed to the earlier portion of the spell's incantation.

"And if 'Wing' means wings… and 'ardium' means to rise or fly… what if we just imagine the leaf has wings, and let it fly like a real butterfly?"

Vizet thought seriously for a moment, then nodded. "It's possible. That kind of intent would need to be deeply ingrained in the magic — it would require a stronger grasp of what flight means... not just the image of it, but the physics, the behavior..."

"Hmm…" Luna hummed a soft tune, her eyes distant. "Or maybe it doesn't have to be that complicated."

She giggled quietly, "What if we just… gave it wings?"

That one phrase — so casual — struck Vizet like a flash of lightning.

Give it wings?

A key turned in his thoughts. Not just imagination. Not just Levitation Charm theory.

Transfiguration.

Despite his affinity for darker branches of magic, Vizet knew his true talent was rooted in Transfiguration.

"What if," he murmured, "I apply the technique of Transfiguration… not to the object, but to the spell itself?"

He recalled the whimsical Owl Ice Cream he'd crafted weeks ago using Transfiguration. But what if the same principles were applied to magic itself? Like how the Primordial Magic: Augment added modifications to other spells.

"Just like I transfigured ice cream into the shape of an owl… what if I shape the Levitation Charm?"

His mind raced. "Accio Notes!"

His wand flicked, and Flitwick's Christmas gift — a notebook filled with spellcasting insights — flew from the other room into his hand.

The pages were filled with Flitwick's musings on wandless casting, silent magic, and experimental theory.

Drawing on those notes, the subtlety of household magic, and Luna's inspired words, Vizet focused.

He placed his wand aside.

Concentrated.

And snapped his fingers.

Snap!

The fallen leaf lifted.

It didn't just rise. It danced. Air seemed to coil around it, pushing it up, tugging it gently from the sides, then letting it dip slightly as if in rhythm with an unseen breeze.

The leaf drifted this way and that, always guided, always under his control — but never stiff. It was like watching a thought made visible.

"Luna!" Vizet beamed and grasped her hand with excitement. "Look!"

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