HP: Transmigrating as an Obscurial

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Becoming a Chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team was an accomplishment Vizet couldn't wait to share. The moment he returned to the dormitory, he grabbed his quill and parchment, eager to write a letter to Luna.

Even in Ravenclaw — where academic pursuits reigned supreme — Quidditch was a topic that could ignite passionate discussions. The selection of the new team was fresh news, and the common room buzzed with excitement.

Captain Andre, buried in N.E.W.T. preparations, was nowhere to be found, which meant all the attention shifted to Vice-Captain Roger. A growing circle of students surrounded him, pressing for details.

"Alright, alright, calm down!" Roger grinned as he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Here's the lineup. Aside from me and Andre, we've got a fresh batch this year — most of last year's team graduated, as you all know."

He scanned the crowd before continuing, "For Seeker, we have Cho Chang — a second-year with sharp reflexes and solid fundamentals. And for Chaser…" His eyes landed on Vizet, who had just come down the stairs. "Vizet! Right on time — come say hello!"

Vizet barely had a chance to react before Roger threw an arm around his shoulders, pulling him forward.

"This guy right here?" Roger smirked, addressing the room. "Our top Chaser! Even I feel embarrassed watching him play."

There were murmurs of interest, and a few skeptical glances shot his way.

"Don't believe me?" Roger continued, his grin widening. "Andre — our seventh-year Keeper — couldn't even react to his shots. I'm telling you all right now: this year, Ravenclaw has a real chance at winning the Quidditch Cup."

That got a reaction. A ripple of excitement spread through the common room.

For years, Ravenclaw had been stuck in last place when it came to Quidditch. Despite the house's pride in intelligence and skill, their lackluster performance on the pitch had left many students disheartened. Now, with a promising new team, their hopes were reignited.

And that hope? It seemed to be resting squarely on Vizet's shoulders.

Before he could process it all, upper-year students began offering their support, eager to help him succeed.

"If you're going to focus on Quidditch, you'll need more time to train," one seventh-year said. "Here, take my Transfiguration notes. They'll save you a lot of time."

"I've got detailed Potions summaries," another chimed in. "You won't need to waste hours rereading the textbook."

The overwhelming generosity caught Vizet off guard, but he gratefully accepted their notes.

This was exactly why he loved Ravenclaw. Everyone here had a passion for knowledge, and they shared it. These weren't just generic summaries — each set of notes reflected the writer's personal understanding, filled with insights and methods of learning unique to them.

For Vizet, who had developed his own study techniques in his past life, this was a treasure trove. By comparing different perspectives on the same spells, he could extract core principles and refine his understanding further.

It was through this method that he learned his first healing spell: the Bandaging Charm — Ferula.

This spell not only conjured bandages but also accelerated the healing of minor injuries.

Even better, it helped with muscle soreness — a perfect spell for Quidditch training.

After reviewing four different sets of notes, Vizet had developed his own understanding of the spell. He recalled a lesson from his past life — how doctors often advised patients to relax their minds to aid recovery.

Could the same principle apply to magic?

With this thought in mind, he exhaled slowly, cleared his thoughts, and focused.

"Ferula."

At the tip of his wand, a roll of bandages materialized, wrapping snugly around his wrist. A comforting warmth spread through the area, easing the stiffness left from the intense Quidditch drills.

It worked.

"You learn too fast."

Vizet turned to see Penelope Clearwater staring at him in disbelief. "I spent an entire weekend mastering that spell, and you just… do it?"

"If I didn't have your notes, I wouldn't have learned it so quickly," Vizet admitted with a modest smile. "I was just lucky to stand on the shoulders of giants."

That seemed to satisfy her. Penelope gave a small, pleased nod before returning to her studies.

Vizet, however, wasn't finished.

Eager to refine his technique, he sought out every Quidditch player in the common room and practiced the spell on them.

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The next morning, before Vizet could step into the Great Hall, two identical figures blocked his path.

"I heard you made the team as a Chaser?" Fred Weasley grinned.

"Why not a Seeker?" George added. "I'd love to see you and Harry go head-to-head."

Vizet raised an eyebrow. "Did Wood tell you?"

Fred scoffed. "Wood? Tell us anything? Please. He only talks about tactics."

"The kind of tactics that make us regret joining the team," George groaned. "He was up all night by the fireplace, sketching out a game plan thicker than Hogwarts: A History."

"It's terrifying," Fred shuddered. "One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run around the Quidditch pitch — Every. Single. Day."

"And the worst part!" George suddenly looked solemn, as if about to reveal a dark secret. "In winter, you aren't allowed to wear thick clothes. He says we have to build 'mental resilience.' The man's a lunatic! Our hair will freeze off!"

Vizet couldn't help but laugh at their dramatics. "Don't worry! I just learned the Bandaging Charm. If your limbs do fall off, I can patch you up."

"Fantastic!" Fred gasped in mock relief. "If I'm dying, be sure to save me first!"

George smirked. "But if you want real Hogwarts gossip, always check with Hufflepuffs. They get news before it even happens."

"I'll keep that in mind," Vizet chuckled, nodding before finally making his way into the Great Hall.

After breakfast, Vizet kept to his usual routine, heading straight for the library. He had been working through Theory of Metamorphosis and Transformation, diving deep into the complexities of magical transfiguration. Time slipped by unnoticed until a familiar voice interrupted his focus.

"Vizet, have you finished your homework?"

He looked up to see Ron Weasley standing beside him, looking hopeful.

"I finished it two nights ago," Vizet replied. "Did you miss the notes? You can ask if you need help."

Ron turned to Harry with an exaggerated sigh. "See? This is what makes him different from Hermione."

Harry nodded in agreement, though he looked distracted.

Vizet raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"

Harry hesitated for a second before leaning in. "It's about… a monster."

Vizet blinked. "A monster? And… homework?"

Ron sighed. "Okay, let's start from the beginning."

Between the two of them, they explained everything:

Malfoy had challenged Harry to a midnight wizard's duel. Excited by the idea, Harry and Ron had snuck out of Gryffindor Tower, only to run into Hermione — who insisted on coming along — and Neville, who accidentally got caught up in the chaos.

Except… there was no duel. Malfoy never showed. Instead, he had tipped off Filch, setting them up to get caught breaking curfew. While trying to escape, the four of them had stumbled into the third-floor corridor — the one Dumbledore had explicitly warned against.

And there, they had come face-to-face with a three-headed dog the size of a house.

Vizet's expression darkened. "A three-headed dog? Guarding a trapdoor?"

They don't mean by —

Harry nodded quickly. "Yeah! And I think it's protecting something."

Ron crossed his arms. "You saw the Daily Prophet, right? The break-in at Gringotts? The vault that got raided was empty — because Hagrid had already taken whatever was inside. And that —" he gestured dramatically, "— is what the three-headed dog is guarding."

Vizet considered this carefully. "Whatever it is… it's obviously meant to be kept there. Maybe you shouldn't involve yourselves in this."

Harry frowned. "Dumbledore did say it was a restricted area… but still."

Ron quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, we really came here for something else."

Harry groaned. "Our homework. We got so caught up in all of this, we didn't finish it."

"And Hermione won't let us borrow hers," Ron added bitterly. "So… we came to you."

Vizet smirked. "Copying homework isn't exactly a great habit. Besides, with how sharp Professor Snape is, if you turn in my work, he'll definitely notice."

Ron winced. "Yeah, you're probably right… So what do we do?"

Vizet leaned back and tapped his quill thoughtfully. "Go to the newspaper section and find the seventh issue of Practical Potion Master from 1986. Read through it and summarize the content — it'll help you answer your assignment properly."