It was completely awesome to watch the Professor's tree shrink down to bonsai sized, although Mo had to wonder that if trees had feelings, would it bother them to be forced to be raised small their whole lives. And how did Muggles make bonsais happen, since they didn't have magic?

But now it was time to work on his own blackthorn tree, and Mo gave the tree's trunk a fond tap in anticipation. "You're gonna be portable soon, bud. Maybe you can come home with me." Would they be allowed to keep their trees?

Focus, though, Mo. Focus. Time to learn the incantation. It was a complicated one, less so because it was hard to say but more because it was long and hard to remember. He mouthed the incantation from the board once. Twice. And then tried it out loud. "Parveus Minori Minimus. Parveus Minori Minimus." Complicated.