Vizette had a strange feeling, as if someone had seen right through him.
Just as he was about to speak, the parchment scroll seemed to answer its own question. "Ottery St. Catchpole, the black castle, is that right?"
Vizette tilted his head. "Is it that feeling again? As if I'm being seen through..."
He remembered that Snape had given him a similar feeling during the first month of school.
"A very accurate description," Aberforth said. "This parchment is imbued with Legilimency. Now… look closely at the eyes on it!"
Vizette frowned; he didn't do as instructed, but instead lowered his head.
"Very good! That's exactly what we want – resistance!" However, Aberforth laughed. "But against a Legilimency practitioner, such resistance might not be very effective!"
Vizette felt as if he had been seen through again, and he subconsciously used the Guardian Meditation Technique to try to block out this feeling of being seen through.
The eye kept blinking, and even the parchment scroll became unstable.
Aberforth laughed even harder. "Not bad! No wonder Albus said you have talent. You even have a way to resist being spied on; you are indeed capable!"
"Look me in the eye! Look me in the eye!" the parchment urged, and Vizette continued his resistance.
Just then, flames erupted from the bottom edge of the parchment, bursting forth with a strange silver light.
A silvery light instantly filled the side room, and even though Vizette had closed his eyes long ago, he was still affected.
An image flashed through his mind: the ancient castle he considered home was ablaze, the beautiful gardens turned into a sea of fire, mercilessly scorching everything...
"Enough!"
This was the first time Vizette had ever been so angry. The Obscurial Core instantly erupted, and "The Wizarding Manual" frantically flipped through its pages, unleashing the stored ancient magical power.
These ancient magical powers coalesced into more silver-blue chains, attempting to solidify the seal on the core.
However, it was too late. Countless black and red mists pierced through the silver-blue chains and covered Vizette's body, as if coating him with a layer of strange and eerie evil patterns.
The Obscurus that had emerged from his body quickly gathered together, transforming into tentacle-like forms that bound Aberforth and slammed him against the wall.
Boom!
The wall caved in as if struck by a boulder, the rumbling sound drowning out Aberforth's cries of pain.
Vizette's eyebrows furrowed, his pupils turning crimson as he roared viciously, "Do you want to die?"
Aberforth looked somewhat disheveled, but put on an indifferent air, even smiling. "Very good! You're much better than Albus! I wanted to see your true colors!"
"At least you still have a real side, instead of completely hiding it! You know, Albus has been incredibly good at keeping secrets since he was a child, as if he had signed a magical contract from birth."
"He can completely hide himself... Luckily, you're different! You know how to express your emotions, which means you're better than him! What exactly did you see just now? I'm very curious!"
Vizette let out a breath, looked at Aberforth's nonchalant expression, and couldn't help but curse, "Madman!"
"No! Voldemort is the madman..." Aberforth laughed loudly. "I'm just pretending to be mad. The current situation is, Voldemort has his eye on you!"
"You are about to face madness! So you are now in a very dangerous situation! Although I don't know what that piece of paper has shown you..."
"But as long as Voldemort is involved, the scene depicted in the parchment might... actually happen!"
Vizette suddenly felt warmth in his palm; it was the warmth transmitted to him by the phoenix feathers.
He pursed his lips and used the "Guardian Meditation Technique" to try his best to gather the black and red mist back to its core.
Aberforth slid to the ground and coughed violently, blood visible in his saliva.
It took him a while to recover, and he struggled to stand up while muttering to himself.
"No wonder Albus said you have talent... You really can wield the Obscurus ability like Credence..."
Upon hearing the familiar name, Vizette raised an eyebrow. "Credence?"
At the end of the movie "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," Credence turned into a tiny Obscurus and disappeared into the ruins.
Although Newt Scamander noticed the anomaly, he did not take any action to stop it.
This was clearly foreshadowing, indicating that Credence would also have a role in the second "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."
"Yes… Credence, my… son." Aberforth coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "That's the difference between me and Albus. I'm willing to talk about my pain."
"Since you've chosen to stay, perhaps you'll have the chance to learn about another Dumbledore from my few words. A Dumbledore different from 'the greatest wizard of our time'."
Aberforth used magic to restore the side room and then used violence to appease the guests who were about to cause trouble because they were frightened.
After doing all this, he repaired the two damaged stools and put Vizette back in front of him.
"Let's begin the real learning. First, let me ask you a question: What do you think a wizard is? And what is magic?"
What is a wizard?
What is magic?
Upon hearing this question, Vizette was taken aback.
If this were in his past life, he might have said it was part of a novel's setting or a movie's special effects...
Now he had truly become a wizard, entered a real magic school to study, and truly mastered magic. He could sweep away filth with a wave of his wand and use magic to dissolve trolls...
He was somewhat confused. What exactly was a wizard? What was magic?
"Can't figure out the answer, huh?" Aberforth grinned slyly. "Actually, this is a tricky question; there's no single right answer."
Vizette pursed his lips, offering no comment, for he knew Aberforth had more to say.
"What a boring boy!" Aberforth scoffed. "Couldn't you just pretend to be ignorant? Ask him in a curious tone, 'Then why did you ask that question?'"
Seeing that Vizette remained unmoved, he could only say helplessly, "You had never really been exposed to magic before Albus found you."
"You were just tortured by a bastard and indoctrinated with the idea that magic is bad, making you afraid of the special power within you, right?"
Vizette nodded and said, "Yes!"
Aberforth continued, "Then let me rephrase my question: Have you considered similar questions?"
"Why am I a Muggle...? Or an ordinary person? Why am I able to pick up a cup and drink water...? Have you ever thought about that?"
"I haven't thought about it," Vizette shook his head, answering tentatively. "Because I am a person…and have strength?"
He thought back to the question from before, and his eyes lit up. "Just like a wizard! Because I'm a wizard, I can do magic!"
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