HP: Transmigrating as an Obscurial

After settling their luggage at the hotel, Vizet and the others officially began their journey.

According to the itinerary Xenophilius had signed up for, their first stop was Stockholm, where they would spend two days exploring. The plan was to experience Muggle life — so different from the daily rhythm of wizards — and to visit the nearby wizarding market for souvenir shopping.

After Stockholm, the group would head to a nearby island known as Midgard, a hidden settlement inhabited entirely by wizards.

Xenophilius had also received word that a Crumple-Horned Snorkack had recently been spotted there — and had even shed a long, spiral horn. That alone was enough to guarantee an extended stay on the island, during which time they intended to scour the terrain thoroughly in search of further traces.

The three of them stepped out of the hotel and soon found themselves seated at an outdoor café. Around them, Muggles passed by leisurely, some chatting, some riding bicycles along the cobblestone paths.

The sight of the bicycles immediately caught Luna's eye. She leaned forward with a sudden spark of interest. "Can I try one?" she asked.

Neither Vizet nor Xenophilius had any reason to refuse.

After a brief exchange with the café owner, Vizet managed to borrow three bicycles. They wheeled them out into the nearby square to practice.

"Be careful, darling..." Xenophilius said nervously, hovering near Luna as she climbed onto the bicycle pedals. "Make sure you don't fall off..."

"She'll be fine," Vizet said with calm assurance. "Even if my levitation charm can't lift a boulder, it's more than enough to keep a bicycle upright."

"I'm alright, Dad," Luna added, her voice light and confident. "Didn't Vizet say so? This should be easy to learn."

Vizet had already demonstrated the technique once, breaking it down with patient clarity. With Luna's sharp instincts and openness to learning, it was only a matter of time before she got the hang of it.

And besides — he had already mastered the wandless, nonverbal Levitation Charm. He could keep the bike balanced at any moment without her even noticing.

Luna seemed to know this, too. After flashing a confident "OK" gesture, she pushed down on the pedals, and the bicycle wobbled forward.

The next moment, the handlebars jerked too far to the side, and the frame tilted precariously. Her face tensed in panic —

— but Vizet snapped his fingers. Instantly, the front wheel corrected itself, the tilt evened out, and the bike rolled smoothly forward.

"Don't be afraid," he said with a smile. "I've got you. Just keep pedaling!"

Luna's anxious expression melted into a bright, trusting grin.

She steadied herself, pushed harder on the pedals, and this time rolled forward with a little more grace. After a few tries, she began to catch the rhythm.

Within ten minutes, she was circling Vizet and Xenophilius without needing any magical help at all.

Of course, Vizet still kept the levitation charm at the ready, just in case — but Luna didn't seem to need it anymore.

Realizing this, she grew bolder. She took her hands off the handlebars and stretched her arms out into the breeze, laughing softly.

Vizet turned to the side. "Mr. Lovegood, need a hand?"

Xenophilius was busy trying to mount his own bicycle. As he pushed it forward, the front wheel veered to the side, and he had to plant his feet quickly to keep from toppling over.

"Ahem! It's quite straightforward, really..." he said, clearing his throat with mock confidence. "I'm nearly there."

He waved one hand airily. "No need to worry about me. Go on and enjoy yourselves! We'll meet at the market in three hours — just make sure Luna doesn't fall!"

"Understood!" Vizet called back, already hopping onto his bicycle. He pedaled quickly, catching up to Luna with ease.

The meaning of a journey isn't always in reaching the destination. It lies in the landscapes glimpsed along the way — and the people who travel with you.

And now, Stockholm was in its prime for exploring.

The daylight here was tireless, standing like a stalwart sentinel high above Sweden's skyline. Even when the night attempted a sudden ambush, it never lasted long. Daylight would return swiftly, triumphant, to reclaim the sky.

White and warmth were the dominant hues above, while darkness was little more than a fleeting brushstroke — a melancholic blue that vanished almost as quickly as it appeared.

Vizet and Luna pedaled side by side through the city, their bicycles weaving through streets both modern and charmingly old-fashioned.

Whenever they hit cobbled roads, Luna would laugh with delight, her giggle like a chime shaken by the wind — each note bouncing in rhythm with the road beneath her tires.

Eventually, when Luna had grown tired of pedaling, returned the bicycles and continued on foot, wandering through Stockholm at a leisurely pace.

They admired the subtle magic of a city balanced between the wizarding and Muggle world. Whether that be soaking in the golden warmth of the afternoon sun, pausing to listen to street performers playing mellow tunes on accordions or violins, sharing snacks from cheerful food stalls, or standing by the river, watching flocks of birds fly low over the water or silver-scaled fish leap briefly into the light before vanishing again.

In the never-ending stretch of daylight, Vizet and Luna meandered together, until at last they arrived at the entrance of the wizarding market.

Xenophilius appeared to have just arrived as well — though judging by the scrapes and dents on his bicycle, his journey had been somewhat less graceful.

He raised his eyebrows at Vizet with a pointed look, as if trying to make something very clear.

Vizet gave a polite cough and said in an admiring tone, "Mr. Lovegood, you're incredibly fast! You must've arrived ages before we did."

Luna nodded brightly. "Dad's amazing! He rides much faster than we do!"

"Of course I do!" Xenophilius's face relaxed into a proud snort. "Obviously, Vizet must've taken the wrong street — otherwise Luna would've beaten me too!"

Vizet glanced at Luna, who winked at him behind her father's back. Taking the cue, he nodded and added, "Yes, it's all my fault. I still don't know my way around. First day, after all."

"Mm, good to know." Xenophilius raised his eyebrows a little higher, a look on his face that said, You're pretty smart.

Luna noticed the change in her father's expression and burst into giggles.

To access the Stockholm wizarding market, one had to pass through a stone archway stacked curiously with what looked like heaps of foul-smelling fish.

Inside, however, the space opened into a large outdoor plaza with no permanent buildings, only magic.

Several tall wizards in uniform stood at the edges of the square, wands ready, clearly there to maintain order.

Unlike Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, this was a true open-air market. There were no shops, only stalls — if they could even be called that.

Wizards sat cross-legged on the ground, their wares spread out on patches of linen cloth. Passersby circled around them, bargaining animatedly, examining magical trinkets, potions, rare herbs, and obscure artifacts.

The lively, unpolished atmosphere reminded Vizet of a night market from his previous life — a chaotic charm he found strangely comforting.

After learning about Vizet's experience at school, Xenophilius had entrusted him with selecting souvenirs — though the process had a bit of flair.

He and Vizet had worked out a secret code: Vizet would inspect the items first. If he liked something, he'd give a hint.

If it was worth the price, he would cast a levitation charm to lift the hair on the crown of Xenophilius' head.

If it required bargaining, he would lift the hair at the back.

Then Xenophilius would swoop in, feigning casual interest, inspecting the item in silence, and haggling with the vendor in a practiced tone.

It was a practical strategy. Vizet, being a child, might not be taken seriously — or worse, might be overcharged for his youth.

Xenophilius, meanwhile, had the gravitas to haggle without suspicion.

Still, the plan required acting — and Xenophilius was a bit unsure of the right expression to wear.

Vizet tapped his nose and offered, "Mr. Lovegood, just imagine Professor Snape's face... that should do it."

A flash of realization crossed Xenophilius's face. "Ah! That I can manage."

Luna, clearly enjoying the whole charade, was nearly bouncing in place with excitement, already eager to see the two of them in action.

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