Hogwarts was like a maze, each professor a treasure within.
Their subjects were the most dazzling gems. But treasures held more than one gem—variety made treasures fascinating.
Wizette felt this when studying, when interacting with professors.
Through this feeling, he learned "Cube Theory" from Sprout, dueling techniques from Flitwick, special Patronus uses from Snape...
Snape's Patronus mastery didn't just repel Dementors or explore souls—it was his stepping stone to Potions Master, gave magic spirituality, let it possess potion ingredient properties.
Because of this, Wizette stood on giants' shoulders, combined with his own learning, and explored more Patronus possibilities.
"Wizette, what are you planning?" Seeing the silver point at the wand tip, Firenze asked puzzled.
"Why is this Patronus like this? I thought wizard Patronuses were mist... Or animal shapes..."
"Normally that's true." Wizette nodded. "But to save both, we need changes. At least we found the cause—everything's manageable..."
"Its soul was drained. What it needs most now is soul replenishment. The method's simple, like blood transfusion—just transfer soul to it!"
"Transfer... Transfer soul?" Firenze stammered, couldn't follow Wizette's thinking.
"Yes!" Wizette confirmed. "But first, need to make some Soul-Soothing Draught..."
Soul-Soothing Draught soothed the mind and mended soul damage—perfect for this moment.
"You wizards brew potions... Need cauldrons? Should I find a carapace?" Firenze asked, gaze locked on Acromantula corpses.
"What herbs needed? I'll gather some?" For saving unicorns, he dared not slack.
Wizette shook his head. "Firenze, I have other methods. Stay calm."
"Oh... Okay!" Just looking at Wizette's composed face, Firenze felt himself calming unknowingly.
Seemed like just believing Wizette could do it was enough—no need to overthink.
Since lacking cauldron and sufficient materials, what Wizette needed now was combining other magical knowledge to complete semi-finished Soul-Soothing Draught.
Patronus spirituality bestowal plus wandmaking principles—the magical knowledge he planned to use.
When learning wandmaking techniques, he learned wands were "ritual magic without results."
Using this wand principle, Corporeal Patronus became potion material—extract soul properties within, brew "resultless" Soul-Soothing Draught, then bestow through Patronus to the unicorn...
Wizette pressed his wand against the unicorn's neck and lightly poked. Silver point formed by Patronus directly entered.
Effect wasn't as ideal as imagined—only a ring around the neck glowed like moonlight. Didn't meet his expectations.
This counted as brewing "resultless" Soul-Soothing Draught. Since brewing potions, naturally could use—
Ancient Magic: Potion Equilibrium Transmutation!
"Already done! So fast!" Firenze couldn't help shouting. He saw the unicorn's neck glow.
But he only blinked—the unicorn had already healed, even stood up and walked two steps forward.
Wizette took out his notebook and recorded insights, convenient for future expansion. "Patronus for soul repair—even without special methods, it works..."
This Forbidden Forest trip yielded much. After related matters passed, perhaps could write another paper about Patronus healing effects.
Wizette put away his notebook. Obscurus core suddenly reacted—Harry's Serpentsong Whistle alarm.
Harry's position kept changing. Wizette immediately took out the Marauder's Map and checked specific situation.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
"This is... Bathroom direction... Disappeared... Went to the Chamber?"
Firenze asked. "Wizette, still have things to handle?"
"Yes!" Wizette patted the approaching unicorn's neck. "Finish up here, then I should leave."
He waved his wand. The cage holding Aragog disappeared.
Aragog sensed this and said trembling. "Please... I'm Hagrid's friend... Please..."
"I'll let you meet him." Wizette exhaled. "But given your hospitality... And your current age..."
"No... No..." Aragog seemed to understand, suddenly thrashed wildly, and randomly spat webs around.
"Mors Morbus!" Wizette raised his wand. Faint gray light flew from the tip and entered one of Aragog's eyes. "Mr. Aragog... Farewell..."
Aragog wilted. Even pincer movements slowed—couldn't make clicking sounds.
This was another use of the Wasting Curse. Aragog was like catching illness, an illness whose endpoint was death.
Wizette looked aside. "Firenze, Acromantulas are omnivorous magical creatures. Hope after this crisis passes, you can occasionally feed it until Hagrid returns to Hogwarts."
Firenze pursed his lips but finally nodded and asked. "Hagrid returns to Hogwarts? What's... Wrong with it now?"
Wizette answered. "It's very old, so old only one persistence remains—wait for Hagrid's return and have final farewell with him."
"It needs to say goodbye to Hagrid? Wait... Goodbye!" Firenze finally understood, tone full of gratitude. "We'll remember all this—remember your contribution to the Forest!"
The unicorn also came over and pressed its cheek against Wizette's cheek.
Firenze stepped back and looked at the scene with some awe—first time seeing a unicorn so close to a wizard.
"I should go!" Wizette snapped fingers at a web. Flames rapidly spread across the entire web.
Flames also ignited on him at this moment. He became phoenix and dove straight into the flaming web.
Several injured centaurs entered the hollow—obviously encountered troubles before finally tracking here.
Bane noticed blood on Firenze. "Firenze! You're really here! Alright?"
Other centaurs looked around, noticed Acromantula corpses everywhere plus the departing unicorn. "What happened here?"
Firenze sighed. "Long story. Must start with Wizette..."
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