Souls Overflowing with Vitality

Although Wizet hadn't learned about the Confusion Draught, she knew the process of making Soul Soothing Potion, so it wasn't difficult for her to follow instructions and do it.

Once he got used to the rhythm, he even had time to take out his notebook and write down the specific procedures and key points.

"Reheat the crucible, add the finely shredded Sneezewort, and simmer for five minutes... Once the gray mist disappears, add the mixture of Frog Brain and castor oil, and heat over high heat..."

Wizet scooped out Confusion Draught, a pinkish-purple Potions that smelled like Leaded Gasoline.

Snape then found a toad and dripped the Confusion Draught onto its back...

The drug trial was very successful. After absorbing the Confusion Draught, the toads started croaking and jumping around more, even without caring if they bumped into the walls.

"Hmm..." Snape murmured, tossing the toad into the inner door as well. "Let's do it again, I'll tell you what to do, and you do it!"

The same ingredients for the Confusion Draught were used, but Snape's command became much rougher.

"Boil the dew over a high flame, then add Angelica pubescens... Just chop up the Scurvy Grass, chop it however you like! No need to follow any rules..."

"Mash Frog Brain and castor oil into a paste, add it directly to the crucible and cook together... Sneezewort can also be added... No, wait!"

Halfway through giving instructions, Snape suddenly waved his wand, making all the Potion Ingredients on the table disappear.

He made a strange request. "Do whatever you want, I just need the final product!"

"Hmm?" Wizet looked up. "Including what happened last time, we don't need to worry about that?"

"That's right! Just do whatever you want!" Snape nodded. "Don't look at the cooking time you've recorded, don't worry about the methods in your notes, rely entirely on your intuition and your instincts!"

"Okay!" Wizet was full of questions, but she did as she was told.

He closed his eyes to clear his mind and put himself in a state of emptiness.

If you look into his eyes, you'll find that they are unfocused and have a blank look in them.

Wizet maintained this feeling, casually picked up the Potion Ingredients on the table, put them into the mortar and pestle, and crushed them all into juice.

Then put the castor oil and Frog Brain into the crucible and fry them directly.

When a strange, fishy odor filled the air, he poured the juice of a mixture of Scurvy Grass, angelica pubescens, and Sneezewort directly into the crucible.

The crucible crackled and popped, replaced by an even stranger, fishy smell that permeated the entire office.

Wizet completed the Potion Making in only a third of the normal time, and the final product was even pinkish-purple.

A third victim, a toad, appeared. After absorbing the Potions, it displayed an even more terrifying madness.

Not only did it exhibit aggressive tendencies, but it also repeatedly rammed its head against the wall, seemingly descending into madness.

"This..." Wizet looked at Snape.

Snape tossed the third toad into the inner door. "As I told you in my letter, don't continue practicing Soul Soothing Potion for now... The Obscurus still affecting you."

"Your control over Obscurus is very effective... In all this time, you have only lost control once, and that was on the eve of Halloween."

"But the Obscurus inseparable from you, and you will unleash the Dark Magic properties carried by the Obscurus without realizing it."

Wizet pressed further, "Will it hurt the people around you?"

"Not at the moment." Snape waved his wand, cleaning the cauldron and leaving only the Potions.

"To unleash your Obscurus ability, Dark Magic and certain Potions are the most efficient methods..."

As he spoke, he observed Wizet's expression.

Wizet simply nodded, her expression calm, and her eyes showed no sign of panic.

Observing this, Snape continued, "Good job, just keep it up."

Wizet paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Professor Snape, is there anything I should be careful about?"

"What should I be careful about?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Just make sure you maintain your vital signs and don't die at Hogwarts. I don't want to face a Ghost named Wizet."

As Wizet left the office, Dumbledore emerged from the inner door.

"Severus ...you can actually just put the toad on the table first, you don't need to give it to me to deal with."

As Snape waved his wand, he said, "Now that you're in my office, you need to do something for me."

"If I don't just throw it in, given Wizet's personality, he'll probably be so eager to help me carry it inside, and then he'll find you."

"Wizet will certainly do that, a very good boy." Dumbledore and placed the unconscious toad on the table.

Snape waved his wand, and three glass jars appeared out of thin air, each covering a toad.

Dumbledore picked up two glass jars. "I'll take two with me and see what they'll become under the influence of those two Potions."

"The outcome is predictable..." Snape pointed to the toad next to the Potions equipment, "It will be endowed with a property... a property belonging to Wizet."

He recalled that during the Christmas holidays, the toads that had fallen into a coma due to drug testing would change their temperament after waking up, and their behavior would even become similar to that of Wizet.

They become calm and harmless, full of curiosity about their surroundings, studying Potions and equipment, and observing the world with curious eyes.

Returning to the present, Snape continued, "This also means... that his soul can even directly influence the user through some kind of Potions... that's my judgment."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "Based on your description and the toad's behavior just now, I would make a similar judgment. Amazing... truly amazing!"

"This means his soul is incredibly abundant, like an overflowing spring... This is truly unprecedented! What is his background?"

Snape murmured, his voice somewhat somber. "With all your abilities, you still can't find out Wizet's true parentage?"

"I can't find any clues about the origins of that Dark Wizard either; it's as if he appeared out of thin air..." Dumbledore sighed.

"It must have been deliberately concealed, and done very meticulously... It's impossible to find any flaws in a short time. To get any clues, it might take years..."

"His origins aren't really important." Snape glanced at the Potions equipment. "What's important is... what exactly is that Dark Wizard trying to achieve by torturing Wizet like this?"

"I don't know..." Dumbledore recalled. "I had St. Mungo's's examine me thoroughly, and there were no remaining injuries on Wizet. All the Dark Magic had been healed by Fawkes."

Snape suddenly asked, "And what about the soul?"

"Even with Legilimency, it's difficult to explore the soul itself," Dumbledore said. "You are also a Master of Legilimency, you should know this, shouldn't you?"