After being named Ravenclaw's new Chaser, Wyzett wasted no time returning to his dormitory to pen a letter, eager to share the news with Luna.
Even in studious Ravenclaw, Quidditch could ignite a storm of excitement. With Captain Arsenal holed up studying for exams and absent from the common room, the rest of the team—left without a target—descended upon Vice-Captain Roger, peppering him for the final roster.
"Besides me and Arsenal, everyone else is new. You all know how many people graduated last year…" Roger began, surrounded by eager faces. "Next up is second-year Cho Chang—our Seeker. She's got solid fundamentals and lightning reflexes. And then… Wyzett! Come here and say hi to everyone!"
Just as Wyzett came downstairs, Roger spotted him and beckoned him over.
Throwing an arm around his shoulders, Roger announced in a booming voice, "Top-tier Chaser! Even I can't keep up with him!"
"Even Arsenal couldn't react in time—this year's Quidditch is going to be something to watch! We actually have a shot at the Cup!"
With an introduction like that, Wyzett quickly became a minor celebrity within the house.
Years of poor Quidditch performance had left the older Ravenclaws with something to prove. Now, with Roger's assurance, they were determined to help Wyzett however they could—anything to let him focus on training.
Wyzett gladly accepted their help, collecting a trove of useful notes and study tips from the upper years. This was one of the things he loved about Ravenclaw: everyone took pride in their notes, each filled with personal insights—a treasure trove for anyone who knew how to learn.
Drawing on study methods from his previous life, Wyzett could sift through different approaches to the same spell and craft a technique all his own.
Take the Healing Charm he'd just mastered, for example. It worked like a magical bandage, closing up ordinary wounds in no time. Even the soreness after Quidditch practice could be soothed away—an invaluable trick for daily life.
After poring over four sets of notes, Wyzett found his own way to cast the spell. He recalled medical advice from his past life: "Relax your body and mind and you'll heal faster." That wisdom, he realized, applied to magic too. Staying calm made the Healing Charm flow more smoothly.
"Episkey!"
He etched the insight into his mind. As he spoke the incantation, a soft emerald light glowed at his wand tip. The warmth wrapped around his wrist, like a gentle compress, melting away the ache from hurling the Quaffle.
"You learn way too fast," Penelope muttered, once again questioning her existence. "I spent my whole weekend just to get that spell right…"
"I couldn't have done it without your notes," Wyzett replied quickly. "I'm just lucky to be standing on the shoulders of giants."
"Well, I'm glad you admit it." Penelope smiled, her mood much improved as she dove back into her revision.
Wyzett didn't let up—he took every chance to practice the Healing Charm on his fellow Quidditch players, healing aches and bruises wherever he could find them.
The next morning, before he could even step into the Great Hall, Fred and George blocked his way.
"Heard you're Ravenclaw's new Chaser?" Fred grinned.
"Why not try for Seeker? I wanted to see you go head-to-head with Harry!" George chimed in.
"Did Wood tell you?" Wyzett asked, amused.
Fred shook his head. "Of course not! Wood doesn't talk—he just writes up tactics…"
"Tactics that'll kill us," George groaned. "He sat by the fire all night, drafting a plan thicker than a History of Magic textbook!"
"Yeah! It's terrifying!" Fred shuddered. "A hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, and a ten-mile run…"
"But the worst part," George said solemnly, "is that we're not allowed to wear thick clothes in winter. We're supposed to 'build character' by freezing! He's lost it—our hair's going to freeze off!"
Their antics made Wyzett laugh. "Don't worry! I just learned the Healing Charm—I can patch you up if you need it."
"Oh, that's brilliant!" Fred howled. "If I'm ever at death's door, you'd better save me!"
George circled back to the earlier question. "If you want the latest news, ask the Hufflepuffs. They always know what's going on first!"
"I will!" Wyzett promised with a smile.
His days fell back into a steady rhythm. After breakfast, he headed to the library to continue his deep dive into Theoretical Transfiguration.
He'd lost track of time when a familiar voice drifted over. "Wyzett, have you finished your homework yet?" It was Ron, sounding desperate.
Wyzett looked up. "I finished two nights ago. Did you miss something in your notes? If you need help, just ask."
Ron turned to Harry and sighed. "See? That's what sets him apart from Hermione."
Harry glanced at Madam Pince in the distance and nodded in agreement.
Wyzett was puzzled. "Did something happen?"
Harry nodded eagerly. "Yeah! We can't get that monster out of our heads—we can't focus on homework at all."
"Monster? Homework?" Wyzett was even more confused.
The whole story tumbled out: Malfoy had challenged Harry to a midnight wizard's duel. He and Ron, caught up in the excitement, snuck out of their common room that night, running into Hermione and Neville along the way.
But the duel was a setup—Malfoy never showed and instead tipped off Filch, hoping to get them all in trouble for breaking curfew.
While scrambling to avoid Filch, the four of them accidentally stumbled into the forbidden third-floor corridor Dumbledore had warned about—and came face-to-face with a three-headed dog the size of a house.
Wyzett frowned. "A three-headed dog? Guarding a trapdoor?"
"Exactly!" Harry nodded, eyes wide. "Do you know about the Gringotts break-in? I think it's guarding that package—I went with Hagrid to pick it up!"
"I don't think this is something you should be worrying about," Wyzett said seriously. "After all, Headmaster Dumbledore did say it was forbidden."
"That's why we came to borrow your homework…" Harry looked miserable. "Finishing it is the most important thing—I don't want to get another tongue-lashing from Snape!"
"Hermione wouldn't let us copy hers, so we had to come to you," Ron added.
"Copying homework isn't exactly a good habit," Wyzett said, raising an eyebrow. "And with Professor Snape's sharp eyes, he'd spot it in a second if you copied mine."
"So what should we do, then?" Ron asked quickly.
Wyzett smiled and gave them a nudge in the right direction. "Go to the periodicals section and find the seventh issue of Practical Potioneer from 1986. Read it and summarize the main points—you'll have your assignment sorted in no time."
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