"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 184: The Commandment Bound by 1945
Dumbledore set the page with the ritual circle gently on the table, murmuring, "It's even more complete than I expected… Aside from a few lines that could be smoother, there's nothing I'd change."
"I've never been much of an artist," Wyzett replied with a small smile, suddenly thinking of Luna, whose sketches always brimmed with life.
Truthfully, his drawing had improved a lot lately. Every time he tried to map out the house-elf magical circuits, Luna would correct him, offering tips and encouragement. He'd learned a great deal from her.
"No one can be good at everything," Dumbledore said with a twinkle. "As for the auxiliary items… you only need a fragment of basilisk skin?"
"That's right!" Wyzett nodded firmly. "I already have the Commandment. Now, I just want to understand the terms of the contract—and what the Commandment actually does."
"The auxiliary items are just a guide—they're meant to help me find answers, not to forge a new Commandment contract."
Dumbledore smiled, clearly satisfied. He asked, almost offhandedly, "You seem to know quite a bit about Commandments… Have you had help from other guardians?"
"I fainted last night because of this," Wyzett admitted. "It wasn't until you explained the details tonight that everything finally clicked for me."
"That doesn't surprise me." Dumbledore finished his tea in a single sip, his gaze lingering on Wyzett with a touch of nostalgia.
He recalled his conversation with Harry that morning, when he'd asked about Parseltongue. He'd tried to find out if Harry had heard anything strange on Halloween night. Harry's reaction had been different from Wyzett's—he'd stood silent for a long moment, then simply shook his head.
Still, when it came to Wyzett, Harry was willing to keep secrets; he wouldn't mention what happened last night. And in any case, after taking Skele-Gro to regrow his bones, few would bother Harry for details.
By now, after a whole day of rumors about the attack on Colin's camera, no student could say for sure who'd started the story.
Wyzett spoke up, "Headmaster Dumbledore, there's still a while until midnight. Should I go prepare the basilisk skin fragments and set up the ritual circle?"
"Oh?" Dumbledore considered for a moment. "And what will you tell Severus?"
"I'll just tell Professor Snape the truth," Wyzett replied without hesitation.
"Hmm…" Dumbledore mused. "Let me handle it. The ritual circle, too—it's no trouble at all."
Wyzett stared at his teacup for a moment, then asked quietly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, do you think Professor Snape… would bind himself to a Commandment with especially harsh terms?"
There was not the slightest surprise on Dumbledore's face. "It seems you've come to understand quite a bit about Severus's past…"
He nodded, his tone decisive. "I do worry about that. Judging by the timing of this attack, it's possible Voldemort hasn't truly been destroyed."
"Until we fully uncover his secrets, any sacrifice is too great. Only by understanding the mystery of Voldemort's return can we make our next move with purpose."
"So… at least until then, I don't want Severus to come into contact with the Commandment. He's a gifted wizard, and still young—he shouldn't be shackled by such a contract."
"The more powerful the Commandment, the harsher the terms. For those desperate for power, it might seem the quickest path to strength."
"But as someone who's been through it, I must say: a Commandment is a shackle. Using it is like drinking poison to quench your thirst—a last resort, never a true solution."
"And besides, finding a Commandment that truly matches your soul is an incredibly difficult thing…"
Dumbledore's expression grew more solemn, and a thought struck Wyzett. "Headmaster Dumbledore… was it because of what happened in 1945…?"
Dumbledore waved the question away with a gentle hand. "You should rest now, gather your strength… I'll see you at midnight."
Seeing that Dumbledore didn't want to say more, Wyzett let the matter drop. In truth, Dumbledore's silence was as good as an answer.
After drinking water laced with a Calming Draught, Wyzett slept deeply and woke before midnight, feeling completely refreshed.
As agreed, he made his way down the moving staircases to the room that had once been filled with obstacles—and the Mirror of Erised.
Dumbledore was already waiting. In the center of the room stood the tall, ornate Mirror of Erised.
Wyzett greeted him. "Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Good evening." Dumbledore nodded. "To recreate the conditions from before, I've brought it here again."
Wyzett nodded and stepped in front of the Mirror of Erised.
The mirror's image was still divided into three panels. He remembered last year: the left panel had been swirling darkness, red light flickering, and the Dark Mark sometimes appearing.
Tonight, things were different. The left panel showed only pure black—no ash-red glow, and the Dark Mark had shifted into a question-mark-shaped serpent.
The other two panels remained unchanged: the center was a sea of books, the right a field of warm, flawless white.
So… now that he'd received the Commandment, did that mean he'd passed Salazar Slytherin's test?
That thought lingered as Wyzett tried to recreate last year's moment.
He activated his Oculus Magicae and stared at the Mirror of Erised for five full seconds. Nothing changed.
"Let's begin," Dumbledore prompted gently. "Try to empty your mind… resonate with the ritual circle beneath your feet."
The mirror's silence meant the test wasn't over. Maybe, just like the trial in the mirror world, the Commandment was only one of the rewards; perhaps he'd need to defeat the basilisk before he could enter that world again.
Wyzett slipped into Custodis Meditatio, following Dumbledore's guidance and trying to attune himself to the ritual circle.
After a while, Dumbledore asked, "No reaction?"
Wyzett nodded. "I can just barely sense something—like a heartbeat, but it's incredibly faint…"
"There's something, but not much?" Dumbledore mused. "Perhaps… because it was born from the Dark Mark?"
Wyzett followed the thread. "So, Headmaster Dumbledore, instead of focusing on myself, should I try recalling Voldemort—and weave in memories of him?"
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