HP: Transmigrating as an Obscurial

The moment Lee Jordan's voice echoed through the stands, Vizet's focus sharpened. His eyes darted toward Cedric, then flickered with a faint glow as he activated the Eye of Insight — searching not for the boy, but for the real prize.

There was no Golden Snitch in the direction Cedric was chasing.

"It's a feint!" Vizet realized instantly, his mind clicking into place. His gaze snapped toward the opposite side of the pitch — near Ravenclaw's goalposts.

And there it was.

A tiny glimmer of gold traced erratic zigzags through the air, hovering momentarily in place before darting forward again.

The Golden Snitch, an enchanted imitation of the elusive Golden Snidget, often paused mid-flight before making another unpredictable move — mimicking the bird's natural behavior. A sharp-eyed Seeker could exploit these brief moments of stillness to pinpoint its exact location.

Cedric's maneuver made sense now.

It was a classic Seeker's trick — a deceptive charge to mislead his opponent, drawing them in the wrong direction. The instant his rival took the bait, he'd double back, accelerate at full speed, and snatch the Snitch before anyone realized what had happened.

But Vizet had seen through it.

"Why is Vizet flying toward the Seekers?" Lee Jordan's confused voice rang out across the pitch.

Andre, watching from below, frowned but held his tongue. Vizet wasn't one to act without reason. Instead, Andre tightened his grip on his broom, ready to adjust their formation at a moment's notice.

As Vizet closed in on Cho Chang, he exhaled sharply and shouted over the wind:

"Cho! Goalpost! Goalpost!"

Cho instinctively turned mid-air — her eyes widening as they locked onto a glint of gold near Ravenclaw's hoops.

Cedric's stomach dropped.

"No!"

He had been exposed.

He yanked his broom into a sharp turn, abandoning the feint and diving full-speed toward Ravenclaw's goalposts, but Cho Chang was already closer.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Lee Jordan practically screamed into the microphone. "The Snitch was behind them all along! Vizet saw through Cedric's feint!"

The crowd gasped, then erupted.

A single moment. A split-second race.

If Cedric got there first, the 150-point Snitch would wipe away Ravenclaw's lead, securing Hufflepuff's victory.

Vizet's mind churned at breakneck speed.

Cho was closing in. Cedric was accelerating. The Snitch would bolt the moment a Seeker got too close. And judging by Cho's angle of approach, the Snitch's most likely escape route was —

Straight toward Cedric.

If the Snitch fled to his side, Hufflepuff would win.

No good. Need to break the pattern.

Vizet's fingers tightened around the Quaffle in his grasp.

With a deep breath, he let his magic flow into the ball — ancient energy thrumming beneath his fingertips.

Then, with all the power he could muster —

He threw it.

Primordial Magic: Projectile-Craft.

The Quaffle tore through the air like a streak of red lightning, whizzing toward the goalpost at an impossible speed.

Andre's eyes tracked its trajectory — not aimed at scoring, but at something else entirely.

"He's aiming for the ring itself."

Understanding dawned on him, and he murmured under his breath, "Can you really pull this off?"

The stadium collectively held its breath as the Quaffle smashed against the lower ring of the goalpost —

— and rebounded.

"Vizet seems to have something else in mind..." Lee Jordan hesitated, following the ball's unexpected path.

Then his voice soared with renewed excitement.

"But back to the Snitch! Cedric is close! But Cho Chang is closer!"

On the pitch, Cho's outstretched fingers brushed against thin air as the Snitch darted away — right toward him.

A groan rippled through the Ravenclaw stands.

"Just as I thought," Vizet noted, never taking his eyes off the Quaffle. The enchanted ball, still humming with primordial magic, spun in midair — its course shifting ever so slightly under his influence.

Bit by bit, he adjusted its arc — until…

Lee Jordan exhaled sharply, preparing to call the match.

"Let's congratulate Hufflepuff on their victory —"

Then he froze.

"WAIT! THE QUAFFLE!"

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

On the field, Cedric jerked back — just in time to avoid the speeding Quaffle as it shot past him like a rogue Bludger.

And at that exact moment —

Cho Chang's fingers closed around the Snitch.

Silence. A single beat of utter disbelief.

Then —

"SHE CAUGHT IT! CHO CHANG CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH!"

The stadium exploded.

"THE GAME IS OVER! FINAL SCORE: 320 to 40! RAVENCLAW WINS THEIR FIRST MATCH!"

Lee Jordan, still breathless, scrambled for an explanation. "Professor Flitwick, what just happened?"

The Ravenclaw section was pandemonium. Students leaped from their seats, waving scarves and shouting Vizet's name.

"RAVENCLAW! RAVENCLAW!"

Professor Flitwick, positively beaming, flicked his wand, sending streams of blue and silver ribbons spiraling through the air.

When he heard Lee Jordan's question, he lowered his wand and cleared his throat — trying (and failing) to mask his excitement.

"The Quaffle, thrown by Vizet, struck the goalpost — bounced off — and hit the Golden Snitch!" Flitwick gestured dramatically. "It's unbelievable! I've never seen anything like it!"

"Is that even legal?"

"Does it matter?" Flitwick scoffed. "He's the main character of this novel."

"...What?"

"Hmm? Did I say something?"

For a split second, confusion rippled through the crowd —

Then the chanting resumed, louder than before.

"VIZET! VIZET! VIZET!"

Lee Jordan let out a half-laugh, half-disbelieving sigh.

"This... this is either unbelievable luck or pure skill — but either way, let's give it up for Ravenclaw! Incredible!"

Back on solid ground, Vizet barely had a moment to react before his teammates swarmed him.

Andre and Roger practically tackled him in excitement. Duncan lifted Vizet's arm in triumph.

"This... this actually happened," Roger gasped, his face flushed.

"We did it."

For a team that had spent years at the bottom of the Quidditch ladder — this victory meant everything.

The Ravenclaw students surged forward, hoisting Vizet into the air like a conquering hero.

If not for the risk of dropping him, they might have carried him all the way across the snow-covered grounds and straight into the common room.

Back in Ravenclaw Tower, as the excitement finally began to settle, Vizet checked the time.

Not even one o'clock.

Plenty of time for a nap — before his private lesson with Professor Quirrell.