The Aftermath of the Spell Command

Wizet raised an eyebrow. "There's no way to obtain it, no matter what?"

"That's right..." Dumbledore interlaced his fingers, his thumbs circling each other. "How much could Voldemort know?"

"Let me think..." He frowned slightly as he considered it. "At most, Voldemort knew that it was an ancient form of magic... a protection he had not anticipated..."

"Because he knew so little, all he could do was rely on his own understanding of magic and attempt to break the protection brought about by that magic."

"Through blood magic, then..." Wizet understood Dumbledore's meaning. "Using blood to absorb 'Harry's magical protection' into himself."

Because "Spell Commands" were so unusual, even the Hogwarts library contained no mention of anything related to them;

For that very reason, Wizet did not know a great deal about "Spell Commands." He only understood some of their basic concepts, as well as how to use his own "Petrification Spell Command."

Now that he had heard Dumbledore explain it, Wizet had gained a more direct understanding of the price required to obtain a "Spell Command."

Voldemort had paid with his own "love" to obtain the incomparably powerful "Death Spell Command";

It had allowed him to grow rapidly in a short time, contend with Dumbledore, and ignite a wizarding war across England.

Unable to understand what "love" was, and unable to acquire any knowledge related to "love"—from Wizet's perspective, that was an exceedingly cruel price.

If the process of exploring magic were compared to climbing a staircase step by step, then forever losing his understanding of "love" also meant that Voldemort had forever lost a step called "love."

"The only solution he could think of—was that the price of losing 'love'?" Wizet murmured. "Headmaster Dumbledore, can I understand it this way..."

"After obtaining Harry's blood, Voldemort gained the right