At Wizet's answer, Morgana le Fay's expression instantly froze. "You've already found the answer?"
She had remained highly vigilant the entire time, never relaxing her Occlumency for a moment, guarding strictly against the intrusion of magic such as Legilimency.
What was more, she knew exactly what kind of person Herpo was. At a moment like this, Herpo would certainly activate his contingency plan.
Thus, she had been on guard for the instant the Horcrux was destroyed, ensuring that when the agonizing pain in her soul struck, she could regain her senses as quickly as possible.
Yet now, Wizet was telling her that despite her having revealed nothing and her Occlumency being tightly sealed, he had already found the answer?
That was absolutely impossible!
Morgana le Fay instinctively refused to accept this fact.
How could a Hogwarts student possibly achieve something like this?
If Wizet truly could do this, it could only mean one thing—Wizet had gone further down the path of magic than she had, and his exploration of the soul ran deeper than her own research.
Yet that explanation alone was absurd enough.
Rather than believe Wizet's research into souls surpassed hers, she preferred to believe another possibility—there was something wrong with Wizet's identity itself!
Just as when she traveled and studied in the Muggle world, she would alter her appearance and use the Confundus Charm to change her identity and background, avoiding unnecessary trouble.
Yes, that had to be it!
Morgana le Fay was now certain that Wizet had used similar means to disguise himself as a student and sneak back into Hogwarts.
"Your current appearance is definitely just a disguise!" she shrieked hysterically, her voice sharp and piercing. "Did I see through you? Tell me! Who exactly are you?"
Wizet ignored Morgana le Fay's questioning. He calmly