Not Letting Cherished Things Get Hurt

"You're quite clever, kid!" Aberforth laughed twice, then straightened his face. "No wonder Albus always comes to me because of you."

"I really don't know whether to say you're talented or just like any other Ravenclaw, knowing how to answer questions in a clever way...like that Ring Password."

Wizet remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

Aberforth gave him a strange feeling, and the fact that he did such a thing with a Strange Parchment made him feel like there was still a thorn stuck in his heart.

But this also reminded him once again.

This is a real world, not children's literature or fairy tales; this world contains real dangers.

Even setting aside Voldemort, who already had his eye on him, there were probably very few good-natured wizards sitting in the tavern's main hall.

There are even all sorts of bizarre magical artifacts, such as that parchment scroll, which is a good example.

He also realized that both the Magic Eye and the potentially rampaging Obscurus were unstable factors and could attract the covetous eyes of others.

In his previous life, he was just a child who grew up in Fawley, but now he has the thing he has always dreamed of most—family.

There are even more: professors who impart all their knowledge, cheerful and sincere friends, magic, Potions, Quidditch...

He didn't want these precious things to be harmed!

Therefore, he needs to possess greater power, otherwise the vision created by the Legilimency might one day come true.

Wizet let out a long sigh. "Aberforth, what should I do to fight Voldemort?"

Aberforth scoffed, "Fight Voldemort? Do you really think... a first-year student could possibly scatter Troll's ashes? Hahaha..."

"I didn't scatter the ashes... but on Halloween night, I used magic to dissolve a Troll."

"Albus didn't finish telling me what happened!" Aberforth's smile froze, and he said bitterly, "He just told me that you did something amazing on Halloween Eve!"

"What kind of magic will be used to deal with the Troll? Dark Magic? If Obscurial casts Dark Magic, the effect will be amplified... Am I right?"

Wizet nodded. "Yes!"

"I don't want to know the rest." Aberforth stared at Wizet for a while. "Learning Occlumency is a very long process."

"To become a Occlumens, one must either have a wealth of experience, exceptional talent, or possess extremely strong yet controllable emotions..."

He slowly stroked his beard, stood up, and paced back and forth, saying, "You fall into the second category, possessing outstanding talent."

Wizet remained silent, waiting for what would happen next.

"Tsk...this kid!" Aberforth curled his lip, and continued with a hint of helplessness, "From what I know of Voldemort, he is a master of Legilimency."

"In this world... the number of people who can rival him in Legilimency is probably less than the number on one hand. So your current situation is very dangerous! You need to find another way!"

Wizet responded, "Another way?"

"A literal alternative." Aberforth nodded and smiled when he heard Wizet's words. "You need to build a labyrinth within your soul to hinder Voldemort's invasion."

Wizet was somewhat confused. "Excuse me... what does 'building a labyrinth within the soul to hinder Voldemort's invasion' mean?"

Aberforth explained, "Use your beautiful memories to construct a labyrinth, and with the purest passion and beauty, fight against Voldemort's own evil and madness!"

"How exactly should we do it?" Vizer pressed.

Aberforth waved his wand, summoning a book meant for stepping on. "You have a good understanding of the concept of Occlumency, so I can relax and go straight to the practical application stage."

He handed the book to Wizet. "As a Ravenclaw, I think... you can understand the contents of this book without my explanation, right?"

Wizet took the notebook and opened the cover: To successfully perform the Occlumency, one needs to understand and manage one's own emotions in order to achieve emotional control...

Besides the content about Occlumency, the book also contained lines of concise and neat handwriting. "What is the meaning of those words in the book...?"

"My notes," Aberforth said, "Are my humble opinions from before I had experienced so much."

Some of the habits of the two Dumbledore are quite similar...

Wizet combined the annotations in the margins with her understanding of the book's content.

The originally obscure and difficult-to-understand text has become much easier to understand.

It felt like reading "The 《Metamorphic Transfiguration Theory》" in conjunction with Dumbledore's annotations.

Wizet quickly became engrossed in the subject, absorbing all the knowledge about Occlumency.

There is no doubt that Aberforth also possesses great talent, but he does not show it off at all, merely maintaining his public identity as a bar owner.

Before he knew it, he had finished reading the whole book and felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of Occlumency.

Aberforth noticed this and asked directly, "What have you learned?"

Wizet closed the book and tried to summarize in his own words. "The most important Occlumency is emotional management."

"By emptying your mind and practicing repeatedly, try to build a 'box' to store your emotions and prevent them from being expressed."

"It's a very long process. You need to practice consistently and reinforce your skills all the time to be able to control your emotions steadily."

"The Legilimency practitioner creates illusions, and any emotional fluctuation can become a breakthrough point for the Occlumency."

"We need to enhance our sensitivity to Legilimency so that we can, at crucial moments, promptly amplify the effects of Occlumency to resist illusions..."

"That's enough!" Aberforth interrupted. "You read well. I didn't expect you to understand the gist of it in such a short time."

"Should we start practicing now?" Wizet asked.

"Aren't you hungry?" Aberforth raised an eyebrow. "If you wanted to get here from Hogwarts, you should have left right after class, right?"

Before Wizet could refuse, he began to wave his wand and cast a spell as if humming a song.

The bread ingredients on the corner shelf obeyed his call and flew towards the table.

"Milk flows like a stream, gently stirred, swirling clouds of flour, plastered with sugar, soft and fluffy butter, eggs bouncing joyfully, and warm love is poured into the little dough..."

Aberforth wore a smile, and the bread-making ingredients seemed like playful children, frolicking happily alongside his chanting.

"As the bread ripens, wishes drift with the smoke; in the Magic Flame, passion remains undiminished; within the willow grove's dream, a sweet aftertaste lingers; a grand feast invites all to join us..."

A flame appeared on the table, and the dough leaped into the fire, like a hippopotamus tumbling in the water, rolling and expanding, turning golden...