Three Trials

Voldemort's tone was ambiguous, "It's time to test your learning. This is your special Final Exams... Open this door and lead me to the end!"

As Wizet approached the door step by step, wand in hand, Voldemort smiled.

Wizet's hands were empty; she hadn't prepared any musical instruments. Voldemort seemed to foresee what was about to happen:

The moment the door opened, the Three-Headed Dog pounced, biting off half of Wizet's arm. Then Wizet transformed into Obscurus, gradually being consumed by Obscurus...

Clack clack...

The gate slowly opened, and the barking of the dogs reached its maximum intensity in an instant!

Voldemort pulled his cloak up slightly, squinted his eyes, and, like a theatergoer, anticipated the exciting scene to come.

"Waaah..." Fluffy's head was blocked in the doorway, sticking out his tongue and making a pitiful sound.

It lowered its body and tried to stick out its tongue to lick Wizet, with sticky saliva dripping from its tongue.

Wizet deftly dodged the tongue and patted one of Fluffy ' heads. "Fluffy, we meet again!"

"Woof!" Fluffy seemed to enjoy it, lying on the ground with his eyes closed, whimpering, and even flapping his droopy ears.

Voldemort took a step forward.

The next moment, the noses of the three dog heads wrinkled simultaneously, and they bared their teeth as they looked ahead, crouching down in an attacking posture and emitting a rumbling growl.

"Fluffy, let's go! We have something to do down there..." Wizet patted Fluffy's head again and took out an oil paper package from his backpack.

"Woof woof?" Fluffy sniffed, all three heads staring at the oil paper package at the same time.

"Have something to eat here, we're going downstairs to take care of some things..." Wizet said softly, tearing open a paper package and feeding a roast chicken...

Voldemort's eyes held a deep sense of regret, along with a feeling of absurdity.

The dragon egg that Quirrell bought with all his savings turned out to have a similar function to a roast chicken.

Guided by Wizet, Fluffy wagged its tail and came to the corner of the room, where it lay down and stared at the roast chicken.

Although the roast chicken was only a tiny bit big, it ate it with great care, constantly licking it with its tongue, but it couldn't bite it all into its mouth at once, just like it was eating a lollipop.

"We should go." Wizet flung open the trapdoor and lowered her wand. "Lumos Solem!"

In the blink of an eye, the Devil's Snare below was stimulated by the intense light and quickly curled up in a corner, looking like a withered tree.

"Devil's Snare... how do you plan to get down there?" Voldemort asked with interest. "The environment down there is fantastic, perfect for Devil's Snare to grow."

"Once your Wand-Lighting Charm wears off, they'll come back... If you keep the Wand-Lighting Charm active, there's no cushioning on the ground for you to land on..."

"A wizard, of course, must use magic. Nox!" Wizet dispelled the Wand-Lighting Charm and took a piece of parchment from his backpack.

He placed the parchment on the ground, folded it over and over again, and then tapped it lightly with his wand, "Transfiguration Mastery!"

The parchment extends downwards from the entrance, transforming into a sturdy wooden staircase.

"Lumos Solem!" Wizet lit her wand again and strolled down the stairs with an air of composure.

Voldemort walked behind, a smile playing on his lips, "If I may, I'll give you an 'E' here."

"Good? Not bad," Wizet replied casually.

Voldemort explained, "The main point is to prevent you from becoming arrogant. Are you interested in leaving Hogwarts with me? You still have a chance..."

Wizet interrupted Voldemort, asking in return, "Does Professor Quirrell still have a chance?"

"Hehe..."

The two fell silent.

This silence was exactly what Wizet wanted to see. He went to the corner, picked up a few Devil's Snare, stuffed them all into an oil paper bag, and took them to the next room.

The room was brightly lit, and even with the Wand-Lighting Charm dispelled, the Devil's Snare could only cower in a corner, trembling.

The door at the far end of the room was locked, and countless keys flew above the dome. These keys had wings and looked as agile as birds, clearly the work of Professor Flitwick.

Wizet looked around and saw the Flying Broomstick hanging on the wall.

Voldemort started talking. "Flying Broomstick... I heard from Quirinus that this is one of your strengths. Are you planning to do a flying performance?"

"I have no such intention." Wizet picked up the oil paper package and walked towards the locked door.

If it were an ordinary person, upon seeing Chamber of Secrets, a flying key, and Flying Broomstick, they would naturally think of a solution—to ride the Flying Broomstick and grab the key.

But in addition to learning how to construct Soul Maze, Wizet also heard many interesting theories from Aberforth.

For example, wizards shouldn't get bogged down in the process, but rather consider the result. The uniqueness of a wizard lies in their ability to directly reach the outcome through magic, so what rules are there? They're all meant to be broken...

These words were uttered by Aberforth while he was drunk, so their credibility is not very high.

However, Wizet still wrote it down and tried to understand the sentence, as well as to understand wizards on a deeper level...

Seeing Wizet's actions, Voldemort couldn't help but ask, "What are you planning to do? The Alohomora won't open this door."

Wizet countered, "Excuse me... if it were you, how would you open this door?"

"You seem to have forgotten how to address me?"

"Um... Professor, what would you do?"

"I can blow this place up at will, and if I master the Confundus Charm, I can also bewitch those keys..."

"You... Professor is right, wizards have many ways to do this," Wizet concluded. "So I thought of a more efficient method..."

He then pulled a piece of parchment from his backpack and stuffed it into the keyhole.

"Transfiguration Mastery!"

The parchment turned into a piece of melting wax, which, under Wizet's control, continued to extend inward until it filled the entire keyhole, and then hardened again.

In no time, the warm, white candle key was completed.

Snap!

Wizet gently twisted the Wax Key and easily turned the doorknob. "Magic... it's truly amazing!"

Voldemort watched Wizet's retreating figure and couldn't help but exclaim, "You really are amazing!"

As a first-year student, Wizet's application of Transfiguration is undoubtedly at a leading level, and she is able to use it in her daily life.

Moreover, he also had a unique understanding, which was what Voldemort cared about most.

This shows that Wizet is not bound by her past experiences and is on the right path.

Voldemort's voice became somewhat hoarse, "Why did you go to Ravenclaw? You were clearly more suited to Slytherin."

"Am I suitable?" Wizet walked into the next room. "If I go to Slytherin House, I'll probably be targeted by a lot of people."

Voldemort was somewhat surprised. "Oh?"