Vizette stared blankly until he caught a whiff of fragrance.
It was an indescribable, sweet bread aroma that made him involuntarily swallow.
"You must be hungry now, right? Here, have a piece of bread!"
Aberforth's voice rang out, and as he spoke, a loaf of bread floated in front of Vizette, wafting the aroma of baked wheat.
The candlelight on the wall flickered, illuminating the crispy bread and giving it a warm glow.
Vizette couldn't resist taking hold of it, and as he gently squeezed it with his fingers, the bread crust cracked crisply.
He gently tore open the bread, and the rising steam, carrying the rich aroma of wheat, rushed into his nostrils, causing him to unconsciously take a deep breath.
The crispness of the bread's surface had contrasted sharply with its softness inside, creating a delightful contrast in his mouth.
He tasted a subtle sweetness and wheat aroma, and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of it slowly melting on his tongue.
He took a bite of the bread; the crispness of the crust contrasted sharply with the softness of the inside, intertwined with a subtle sweetness and wheat aroma, melting slowly in his mouth.
There were also some indescribable things that melted in his heart; he could actually feel a warmth, a kind of home-like comfort, from the bread...
If you add some goulash and apple pie, it will truly taste like home!
The bread was as big as two palms, but he finished it without even realizing it, and even felt like he wanted more.
"This is my answer to wizards and magic," Aberforth grinned. "In my opinion, those wizards who are well-versed in the magic of everyday life are the true wizards!"
"They use their talents and minds to construct entities and realize their ideas. Magic empowers us to do better. It's not just about achieving our goals; it's magic that makes wizards special."
"What you feel from the bread is the emotion I've given it." Aberforth sat down on the stool, picked up a piece of bread, and took a big bite, not caring at all that the crispy bits had disappeared into his beard.
"What I want to tell you is that the method of the Soul Labyrinth is very similar: using emotions to build a defense, thereby protecting one's soul and resisting Voldemort's corruption..."
The method of constructing a soul maze was contrary to the concept of Occlumency.
Occlumency required suppressing emotions; the emotions that were displayed were likely illusions created by the Occlumency practitioner.
In this way, one could avoid the effects of mind control techniques and also make oneself more rational.
To build a soul maze, one needed to amplify positive emotions, allowing them to fill the soul and then build a maze.
Wizards skilled in mind control or with a deep understanding of the soul needed to explore this labyrinth to truly delve into the soul.
Without a doubt, Occlumency was a more sophisticated form of magic, capable of being done without anyone noticing, causing the Legilimens practitioner to misunderstand and believe that what they saw was the truth;
The Soul Labyrinth was an open secret, telling the Legilimens practitioner that the practitioner was on guard and hoping that the Legilimens practitioner would not push their luck.
Even if a Legilimens practitioner had malicious intentions, it still needed to spend a certain amount of time navigating the labyrinth before they could enter the depths of a soul.
However, in terms of speed of learning, the construction speed of the Soul Maze was much faster than that of Occlumency.
The most suitable plan for Vizette at present was to quickly learn a magic that protected the soul and at the same time begin practicing Occlumency.
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"Why are your ears so red when I ask you to recall those happy memories?" Aberforth, who was in charge of supervising, said sarcastically.
"It can't be because you ate too much bread, can it? I'm really curious... what are you thinking about right now? Let me see if I can still find one of those parchment scrolls..."
Vizette, who was reminiscing about the Christmas holidays, opened his eyes and suddenly raised his wand, "Nox!"
The surrounding candlelight dimmed instantly.
With a snap of his fingers, countless Devil's Snares rushed toward Aberforth, binding him tightly and rendering him speechless.
Aberforth's counterattack was swift; a fireball appeared out of thin air, rising into the sky and radiating light and heat.
The weakness of the Devil's Snare had been obvious; the moment the fireball appeared, it quickly withered and curled back into Vizette's palm.
Aberforth's face showed surprise. "Transformation magic? How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
"I was wondering why Albus had become so shameless, completely unlike his usual self... So that's why. He really deserves to be nurtured."
He went on and on about a bunch of embarrassing things that happened to Dumbledore, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were pouring his heart out to Vizette.
"Albus said you are very reliable. I'm telling you this, you won't tell anyone, will you?" He laughed, like a serpent tempting Adam and Eve to eat the apple.
Vizette remained unmoved. "I will keep it a secret!"
"How boring..." Aberforth muttered. "Let's stop here for today! Your ability to get your emotions in order through bread is already beyond my expectations..."
Even after Vizette returned to Hogwarts, his ears were still a little red.
You can express your emotions through food...
If I could learn this magic, I could show it off at home during summer vacation!
...
During the time it took to build the Soul Labyrinth, Vizette's mood was also affected, and everything at Hogwarts seemed even better.
This was actually part of building the soul labyrinth. He needed to discover the beauty of this world and use this beauty as material to build up the labyrinth.
In addition, the Soul Labyrinth also needed a core. The more memorable this core was to him, the easier it would be for him to extend and expand, continuously growing the Soul Labyrinth.
Undoubtedly, the core memories were the old castle, the magical garden, the people who lived there, and everything that happened during the Christmas holidays.
Vizette thanked Snape for his letter; without it, he might not have been able to truly settle down and fully enjoy the rest of his vacation.
This crucial memory solidified the core of the soul labyrinth.
Besides constructing the Soul Labyrinth, Aberforth would also have him go outside, sit at the bar, and experience the atmosphere and listen to the stories told by the guests.
Hog's Head was indeed a mixed bag; when they talked, they said "Damn it" every three sentences and ended with "Shit" every five.
However, setting aside these words, recording their boastful and nonsensical stories could also make for good reading material, and could even be polished and submitted to "The Quibbler".
The guests here not only boasted to each other, but they were also prone to getting drunk and drawing their wands to duel at the slightest disagreement.
The other guests were already used to it, and even joined in the jeering, cheering with foul language and placing bets to see which side would win.
Normally, Aberforth wouldn't get involved at this time.
He would only wave his wand, subdue the two wizards, and demand compensation if either of them damaged the bar's property.
These wizard duels were quite interesting; they swore at each other, and if they were familiar with each other, they would even expose each other's weaknesses to disrupt each other's mindset.
Disrupting the opponent's mindset was a combat technique that Vizette learned from this.
In a duel, besides the magic one possessed, disrupting one's mindset was also an extremely important aspect.
Usually, whichever side got carried away by anger and struck first would be the one to lose.
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