Chapter 41: Facing Parseltongue
Creating materials from nothing—that was a Potions Master's ability.
Wizette had taken a shortcut. Through Snape's guidance, combined with his own knowledge, he'd gained similar abilities ahead of schedule.
After all this time studying, given his understanding of materials, he couldn't truly "create from nothing" very many things.
Just common materials: slugs, nettles, ginger root, peppermint, caterpillars, Flobberworm mucus, daffodils, daisies.
Not many. Nowhere near the true "something from nothing" he envisioned. He needed to keep learning, understand more potion ingredients.
If he used clever methods—magical circuits, the Patronus Charm, Ancient Magic as foundations—he could "create from nothing" a few more material types.
Wizette's Animagus was special, possessing a phoenix form—a magical creature.
Even without combining magical circuits, the Patronus Charm, or Ancient Magic, he could produce one phoenix tear in phoenix Animagus form.
But phoenix tears created this way had properties that lasted extremely briefly—about two seconds, then lost their characteristics. No different from ordinary tears.
Wizette planned to follow Snape's guidance: add "Ancient Magic power incubated through time" to create real phoenix tears.
This method simplified the process to three steps. First: become phoenix Animagus. Second: shed tears. Third: add "Ancient Magic power incubated through time."
"Professor Snape, I think I succeeded!" Wizette left phoenix Animagus form and picked up the glass vial on the table.
He'd just used those three steps to create one real phoenix tear.
Though it consumed considerable "Ancient Magic power incubated through time," phoenix tears had extremely strong healing effects. Wizette was willing to bear that cost.
"Is this why he trusts you so much?" Snape took the glass vial. A flash of amazement appeared in his eyes, gone instantly.
"You don't need to show me these things..." He suddenly exhaled, his tone turning icy. "I'm not some... greatest wizard of the age. Not that noble."
"But—" Wizette began.
"Have you forgotten your earlier caution?" Snape rudely interrupted. "Don't force your wishful thinking onto me!"
"I once knew a fool. He had a disgusting best friend. They talked so beautifully back then—said they had the kind of friendship where they could trust each other with their backs!"
"And the result? That fool died, betrayed by his so-called best friend! The fool died—that was that. But he dragged others down with him! Absolutely deserved it!"
He drew his wand and pointed it at Wizette, face full of mockery. "Think about it... if one day, I point at you like this... and plan to kill you..."
Wizette's tone was extraordinarily firm. "If it's the current Professor Snape... he wouldn't do that."
The mockery froze on Snape's face. He slammed the glass vial heavily on the table. "Take your tears! Today's lesson ends here!"
In the end, Wizette didn't take the phoenix tears.
On the way to Professor McGonagall's office, he unexpectedly ran into Harry and his friends.
Harry's hair was messy as a bird's nest. He spoke with conviction. "I definitely heard a voice just now, saying something like 'he's here'! Very similar to the voice I heard before Halloween!"
Ron consoled him. "But didn't Headmaster Dumbledore say before? Those were all pranks..."
"Maybe it's because of all the recent training and studying? Too much pressure? We should play Wizard's Chess!"
"We should go to the library and figure it out!" Hermione raised her voice. "That's not an excuse for you to play Wizard's Chess!"
"I'm trying to help Harry relax!" Ron waved his hands quickly. "We've been studying so hard lately... haven't you noticed at all?"
"Why don't you two go back?" Hermione looked deeply at Ron and Harry. "I'll go to the library myself. When I have results... I'll come back and tell you."
Ron was about to say something when Harry spoke first, pointing in Wizette's direction. "Why don't we just ask Wizette? He should... definitely knows!"
Hearing this, Hermione's eyebrows shot up immediately. Her lips moved like she wanted to speak but stopped herself.
Harry had already run forward and recounted his lunchtime encounter.
"Heard a strange voice?" Wizette raised an eyebrow. "Where did the voice come from? Did you identify it carefully?"
Harry answered without hesitation. "Definitely from the ground! I guarantee it on my Seeker status!"
As a Seeker, Harry's sensory acuity was trustworthy.
Thinking of the lurking "Tom Riddle," Wizette had reason to suspect this was "Tom Riddle" using some magic to track Harry's whereabouts.
The most likely magic? Parseltongue.
Wizette didn't plan to hide it and spoke straightforwardly. "If you can confirm it's similar to the voice you heard before Halloween, then... you probably possess Parseltongue ability."
Hermione and Ron's faces changed instantly. They exclaimed in unison, "Parseltongue!"
Seeing their expressions, Harry felt confused. "Is this some kind of terrible magic?"
Hermione explained rapidly. "According to legend... this was Salazar Slytherin's ability. His descendants also possess this power."
"It's actually not a big problem." Wizette suddenly spoke. Hermione and Ron unconsciously stepped back.
"Something wrong?" Harry quickly drew his wand and turned in a wary circle. "Why are you so nervous?"
"Because I just spoke to you in Parseltongue." Wizette smiled. "What they heard... should've been hissing sounds, like a snake."
Hermione realized her earlier behavior was rude. Her tone carried some embarrassment. "Wizette... how do you also know... Parseltongue?"
"Yeah!" Ron nodded in agreement. "Just now was really... a bit startling!"
"Parseltongue is just a magical talent. Depends on how you use it." Wizette maintained his smile. "Since it's a talent, you should face it directly."
"You said you heard a snake talking while resting in your dormitory. Maybe a snake broke in. You detected it early—couldn't you just catch it?"
Harry had a sudden realization. His spirits lifted. "Right! That way Ron and the others won't get bitten!"
"Of course, there's also the possibility you might attract snakes' attention..." Wizette murmured. "How about this—I'll give you a magical item that can prevent ordinary snakes from bothering you."
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