The Centaur Firenze
"Transfiguration Mastery!" Wizet's eyes lit up, and several vines burst forth from the withered leaves, trapping the Acromantula once again.
The Acromantula seemed to have seen through Wizet's trick long ago. Its eight eyes showed the same disdain and mockery as it slowly tore the vines into pieces.
"The Die Sick Torment!" Wizet murmured, his Obscurus Core trembling slightly, but showing no sign of going berserk.
The next moment, the Acromantula sensed a strong sense of crisis, causing it to hastily increase the speed at Biting Vine.
Wizet flicked her wand, and a thin, dark gray beam of light shot from its tip toward the Acromantula's eyes.
He smiled; this time, the feeling of casting the spell was right—a feeling of complete ease and control over the Affliction Curse.
Obscurus Core did indeed exude a hint of malice, it did not affect his actions.
He could reduce the power of the Affliction Curse while increasing its release speed; everything was under his control.
The Acromantula's chelicerae clicked incessantly as it desperately twisted its head, trying to avoid the deadly beam of light.
But it was too late. The dark gray light shot out at an extremely fast speed and disappeared into the outermost eye in the blink of an eye.
The Acromantula's head shook violently, its chelicerae opening and closing with intermittent sounds.
Its body, however, drooped and remained motionless.
Wizet waved her wand, and the vines transformed into a giant cocoon, completely enveloping the Acromantula, leaving only its head exposed.
The Acromantula showed no reaction, continuing to shake its head and occasionally spit out spider silk mixed with green liquid.
"It should still be alive, even if it's not a fully grown Acromantula, its venom should fetch a good price!"
Wizet was not one to hesitate; once she decided to do it, she acted immediately.
He continuously cast Cutting Curse on the chelicerae, slicing open the Acromantula's head and revealing a cluster of venom glands behind the chelicerae.
"There seems to be a foal over there... and I think I can also sense the presence of the Acromantula..."
Just then, a deep, resonant sound suddenly came from the distant woods.
Upon hearing the commotion, Wizet ripped off the venom glands of the Acromantula and fled the place.
A series of crisp hoofbeats came from behind, and that deep voice rang out again. "Little pony, I mean you no harm, please don't be afraid!"
A little pony?
What a strange name that is?
Wizet stopped and stood still, waiting for the deep voice to approach.
With the help of the Night Vision Spell, he was able to see the tall creature in front of him.
It was a Centaur, young and handsome, with a bow on his back and a small bag at his waist in addition to the shoulder strap.
The Centaur has platinum blonde hair and the lower body of a Silver-maned Horse. He looks very heroic, like a hero from a mythological story.
"Hello, little pony. I'm Firenze, nice to meet you. What's your name?"
Voldemort did not leave; he stood in a layer of Magical Energy Field, watching how Wizet would pass this "little test."
Under Wizet's command, the flying dust transformed into vines that twisted and stretched in the air, binding the Acromantula.
"However, after only one year of enrollment, he was able to develop vines, and those vines are not just for show; they have real potential."
Wizet waved her wand, using Repelling Charm to maintain distance and ensure she was in a safe area before unleashing a series of Cutting Curse.
"How interesting... Your mastery of ordinary magic is also quite impressive. I think I was around this level when I first enrolled?"
Wizet continued to engage the Acromantula, establishing a specific rhythm in the battle, but she was never able to stop the Acromantula's attack.
"What a pity! Relying solely on these methods won't be enough to deal with the Acromantula, as its Magic Resistance is still quite impressive."
"Are you really that unwilling to use Dark Magic? You're perfectly capable of using all sorts of Dark Magic, so why bother? It would be so much better to embrace Dark Magic!"
Voldemort sighed and drank one of the bottles of Soul Soothing Potion.
"No! This isn't the taste I wanted!" His expression changed, and his eyes revealed utter shock.
The Soul Soothing Potion before me became conventional, lacking that feeling of "chaos".
If one had to find any advantage, it would be that the current Soul Soothing Potion is very suitable for ordinary wizards.
And the characteristic of being "ordinary" is precisely the characteristic he dislikes the most.
It was for this reason that he erased his past and transformed into the Voldemort he is today.
"Something must have gone wrong!" His eyes flickered, and he opened the second bottle of Soul Soothing Potion, unwilling to give up.
"A strange feeling... hidden deep inside... what exactly is this feeling... is it happiness?"
"Pure happiness? No! It seems more complicated! I can't understand it... I can't understand it right now!"
Voldemort's expression turned serious. The Soul Soothing Potion in his hand resembled Datura flower, beautiful and alluring yet utterly deadly.
He longed to taste that strange, long-lost flavor again, yet he feared the irreversible effects of this deadly taste.
Deep within his soul, in a place beyond the soul...
Something seems to be reappearing, something he had stripped away is sprouting again...
The flavors contained in these Soul Soothing Potion exceeded his expectations.
The battle between Wizet and the Acromantula also exceeded his expectations at almost the same time.
Voldemort and Wizet were far apart, but Voldemort could still sense that the Affliction Curse cast by Wizet had weakened.
This is a conscious weakening of the spell, which is to say, casting magic "freely," in accordance with Wizet's own will.
"I shouldn't have said so much!" Voldemort took a deep breath. "It seems there really was no need for me to stay..."
"The Soul Soothing Potion is faulty... He's also mastered the Affliction Curse... Let's settle everything before the final exams!"
Since the Centaur was the first to show goodwill, Wizet naturally wouldn't speak ill of him.
He bowed slightly and said in a clear voice, "Hello, Mr. Firenze, I am Wizet, a student at Hogwarts."
"So you're Wizet?" Firenze murmured. "Hagrid mentioned you to me before."
"Hagrid mentioned me?" Wizet asked, puzzled.
"Yes, you saved many Crumple-Horned Snorkack, and Hagrid said you were a good kid." Firenze's tone softened considerably. "How did you end up here?"
He looked around and noticed the enormous creature not far away, and immediately strode over to it.
Looking at the Acromantula with half its head severed, his tone was filled with disbelief, "Little pony... Wizet, did you do this?"
Wizet nodded and said, "I ran into the Forbidden Forest, and then it attacked me."
Firenze nimbly circled the corpse of the Acromantula, muttering, "That was so dangerous! Was it for your friend?"
Wizet noticed a hint of displeasure on Firenze's face, displeasure with the Acromantula...