Deep within the desert, by a clear, tranquil lake in an oasis, a figure crouched down.
The Brocade Snake, which had just been resting, opened the thin membranes covering its eyes. Its gaze was cold and vacant. Relying only on the organs in its cheek pits to perceive its surroundings, it found that the dried rat meat set down earlier was still where it had been.
Loren lowered his head, his wand tip pressed to his brow.
Gentle Magic Power quietly probed inward, searching deep within. It passed over the cerebral cortex, brushed across those insignificant folds, and gradually spread into the depths of his soul through the connection between body and soul. After several years of growth, he had completely mastered memory-related magic. Exploring those ancient memories deep within his soul had become far easier.
When he opened his eyes again, he drew the wand tip away.
"Buzz..."
An invisible, intangible wave of Magic Power suddenly rippled outward, setting the nearby grass rustling and wrinkling the clear, tranquil lake.
It was as though something forbidden by this world had appeared from nowhere. Ripples spread across both the air and the water, while the light seemed to warp slightly. Hermione had to narrow her eyes and focus completely before she could make out what curled around the wand tip—
A wisp as fine as smoke.
On closer inspection, this wisp differed from ordinary memory mist. If normal memory mist was made of strands of silvery luminous vapor, crystalline in substance and softly radiant, then this wisp was more like the fog of an autumn or winter morning. It was grayish white, with no faint glow at all. It possessed only a profound mystery, as though everything around the wand tip had been distorted beyond recognition.
Many forms of Memory Magic