There Was Actually a Perk Like This?
"You can try that." As someone with experience, Dumbledore for a moment before giving an affirmative answer to Wizet's guess.
"Then let's adjust our mindset, still clearing our heads... try to recall the events of the end of last school year... recall our encounter with Voldemort..."
To make it more accurate and realistic, Wizet picked up her wand and used Mental Magic to recall memories from the end of the previous school year.
As these memories surfaced, the Ritual Magic Array on the ground suddenly lit up.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The pounding sound filled her ears, causing Wizet to instinctively press her hand to her chest—it was the sound of her heart beating.
The drumbeats spread, the light of the Ritual Magic Array spread, and his consciousness spread as well...
When he came to his senses, he found himself in Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
He seemed to be the Chamber of Secrets itself, able to perceive the entire Chamber of Secrets, and even the swirling dust and green mist within Chamber of Secrets;
And, a young man dressed in Hogwarts school uniform.
The young man's school uniform had a silver snake embroidered on the chest, indicating that he came from Slytherin House.
It could even be extended further, to Voldemort, who once studied at Hogwarts.
The young Voldemort had pale skin, deep-set features, and eyes and hair that were the same black color.
Compared to Voldemort at the end of last school year, the two are not even in the same league in terms of appearance;
The young Voldemort looked quite handsome, while the Voldemort of the previous school year... looked much more human.
A Basilisk emerged from the corner of the Chamber of Secrets. Compared to the scabbard that Wizet had seen, it was clearly much larger, with a length of at least fifteen meters.
The young Voldemort remained unfazed, his eyes already closed, and hissed in Parseltongue, "Come! Make the pact! I'm ready!"
Wizet sensed that the moment the Parseltongue was uttered, a Magical Connection was established between the young Voldemort and the Basilisk.
The Basilisk slithered and crawled, circling around Voldemort young Voldemort clockwise, eventually wrapping itself around him.
As the Basilisk drew closer, young Voldemort's skin lost its whiteness and turned a bluish-purple color, similar to bruises.
Despite this, the Basilisk persisted until blood began to seep from the young Voldemort's skin, at which point it finally stopped.
The Basilisk flicked out its long tongue and licked the pearl-sized drops of blood.
Seemingly satisfied by the taste of blood, it suddenly opened its blood-red maw and bit the young Voldemort around the waist.
The Basilisk's fangs were like recurved sabers, cutting through skin and flesh like hot knives slicing through butter, making a dull "plop plop" sound.
The young Voldemort had most of his body bitten, but he showed no sign of pain. Instead, he wore a triumphant smile, like a flame that had been lit, brilliant and manic.
His smile faded, replaced by an extremely cruel expression. He hissed in Parseltongue voice, "Take it! All that's left of me!"
"Take it all! I don't want it anymore! That most despicable thing, that fig leaf used to cover up reproductive instincts! I'm offering it all to you! Take it all!"
This time, the Basilisk finally responded briefly with a hissing sound, "Okay!"
As the Basilisk raised its head, its body, which should have been torn to shreds, remained completely undamaged.
The Basilisk's mouth contained a ball of white light, about the size of a fist, which looked both warm and bright.
It raised its head high, swallowed the white light, and slightly narrowed its large, vertical yellow pupils, revealing a deep sense of satisfaction.
The Magical Connection between man and snake now materialized, revealing itself as a colorful pattern resembling the scales of Basilisk.
These colorful patterns, following the blood droplets on the young Voldemort's body, slowly seeped into Voldemort's body, dyeing his skin with an extremely similar color.
The vibrant colors gathered on his forehead, transforming into a familiar symbol "?". This symbol, as if capable of meandering and moving, continued to crawl across his forehead, turning into a new symbol "?".
"Petrification... lethal... so they are two different properties?" Young Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly. "No! Petrification... useless! I want the ultimate death! Pure death!"
The question mark disappeared, and even the vibrant colors faded away, turning the young Voldemort's skin black, a murky and chaotic black.
The question mark on its forehead seemed to have a heartbeat; with each beat, the chaotic blackness dissipated a little, and the question mark absorbed this blackness, becoming deeper and deeper...
A realization dawned on Wizet: the Spell Command Voldemort had acquired possessed the property of "death."
At the end of last school year, Wizet destroyed Voldemort, leaving behind the empty shell of the "Death" Spell Command, which is the "Dark Mark".
When Wizet came into contact with the Basilisk skin, the "Death" Spell Command's body resonated with the molted skin, subsequently constructing an empty shell capable of containing the "Petrification" Spell Command.
The reason it was just an empty shell of Spell Command was because what he came into contact with was only the Basilisk, which was essentially the Basilisk's "empty shell".
If he wants to truly obtain the "Petrification" Spell Command, he needs to make direct contact with the Basilisk to fill the Curse Order Shell and truly possess the "Petrification" Spell Command.
Furthermore, the white light that was torn from Voldemort 'Voldemort body when the Basilisk bit him was the price to pay for obtaining the "Death" Spell Command.
It's not some kind of contract that must be fulfilled, but rather... an emotion;
Based on Voldemort's statement that it was "a fig leaf to cover up the reproductive instinct," we can infer that the emotional price Voldemort paid was "love."
When the Basilisk devoured "love," it meant that Voldemort had lost "love," which also meant that the Curse Order Contract had been completed...
Therefore... the Spell Command Wizet now possess no longer require fulfilling any contracts or paying any price.
After realizing this, Wizet opened her eyes and murmured in disbelief, "Is there really such a good thing?"
"Wizet, what good news are you talking about?" Dumbledore and asked with concern, "What price will you have to pay?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I... don't need to give anything in return," Wizet explained with a smile. "Because Voldemort has already given, he gave his feelings of 'love'."
"Love?" Dumbledore. "What did you just see?"
"Move Spirit Remove Memory!" Wizet raised her wand, casting Mental Magic to extract the memories from just now. "Headmaster Dumbledore, this is what I just saw and heard..."
"Based on this memory, I can be certain of two things: first, my Spell Command special and does not require fulfilling any contract or paying any price."
"Secondly, my Spell Command is still an empty shell. I need to make contact with the Basilisk to fill the Curse Order Shell and obtain the Spell Command with the 'petrification' property."