Vizette frowned slightly, pondering, "To wield one's abilities freely? That means without needing to consciously cast spells? So one needs to maintain a relaxed state?"
"Vizette, your comprehension is truly excellent!" Voldemort said in a satisfied voice, then sighed dramatically.
"What a pity! Your thinking is too stubborn. Even now, you refuse to say 'I have learned something' to me. It's truly regrettable!"
"I've learned a lot," Vizette said casually. "Thank you for telling me this."
Voldemort let out a series of harsh, unpleasant laughs. "How amusing. Could you say those words again?"
Vizette didn't say anything, and even quickened his pace.
Before he knew it, Vizette had arrived at the other end of the Forbidden Forest.
Under the cover of night, the outer edge of the Forbidden Forest resembled a sleeping beast; the dark silhouette formed by the overlapping canopies of the trees exuded an indescribable sense of unease.
Voldemort urged, "Hurry up and go in! I can't wait!"
Vizette continued forward, and soon he was enveloped by a putrid, mossy aura, as if he were being swallowed by the Forbidden Forest.
It was darker here than he had imagined; the moonlight couldn't fully penetrate the gaps in the tree canopy to reach the Forbidden Forest.
He had only taken a few steps when he stepped on the slippery moss and almost tripped.
"Using a magical illumination spell might attract unnecessary attention," Vizette said. "Is there any other way to see our surroundings?"
Voldemort said with great interest, "What a polite child... Why don't you add the word 'Professor' to your title, and perhaps I'll be willing to help you?"
Vizette pursed his lips, maintaining his calm tone, "Professor, how can I see my surroundings clearly?"
"So this is what it feels like to be addressed like that… No wonder Quirinus is so fascinated." Voldemort's tone was pleasant. "My student, let the learned professor guide you!"
"The spell for this magic is 'Noctivagus,' an ancient spell. Before the invention of the Lumos, wizards who needed to travel would use this spell."
"Of course, this spell might be circulating among thieves now. I'll only explain how to cast it once, and I hope you succeed. First, pay attention to the tone, and repeat after me..."
It took Vizette about five minutes to get the method of casting the Noctivagus from Voldemort.
The principle behind the Noctivagus was not hard to understand: it made one more sensitive, allowing one to perceive everything around them through the body.
From this simple magic, he could also glimpse the ancient wizards' way of thinking—making full use of their own strengths to solve problems.
This was similar to the bread magic of Aberforth, both of which involved living as wizards and using magic.
Vizette closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then pressed his wand against his eyelids, flicked it slightly, and uttered, "Noctivagus!"
His eyelids opened again following the arc of the wand, and everything before him became much brighter, but the light was shrouded in a faint green glow, giving the impression of wearing night vision goggles.
"Your talent is indeed remarkable," Voldemort said. "Shouldn't you show me something? Like you usually say to Quirinus."
Vizette took a deep breath and said calmly, "It's thanks to your excellent guidance, Professor, that I was able to learn so quickly!"
"So Quirinus was enjoying this..." Voldemort took a deep breath. "If I had become the professor back then, perhaps I could have enjoyed this every day too?"
Vizette frowned. "Back then?"
Voldemort said, "Yes! I originally wanted to return to Hogwarts and become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"It was Dumbledore who rejected me... So you see! He's the one who created this situation, he's the culprit!"
"Understood!" Vizette remained unmoved and continued forward with the help of the night vision spell.
Voldemort offered no explanation, continuing to urge Quirrell's body forward while letting out a series of low, mocking laughs.
The Forbidden Forest was home to many amazing animals.
There was a sleeping Runespoor that, with each breath, would suddenly swell to the size of a python, and then shrink back to the size of an eel.
A Diricawl suddenly appeared on Vizette's shoulder, bringing him a struggling earthworm, hoping he would share the delicious treat with it.
There were also hippogriffs fighting, emitting sharp cries, flapping their wings, and brandishing their sharp claws in a brutal battle...
As they ventured deeper into the Forbidden Forest, Vizette's doubts grew. "What exactly are you looking for?"
"Call me professor, that's basic etiquette."
"Professor... what exactly are you looking for?"
Voldemort still didn't answer the question. "Just keep going in. You'll eventually find what I'm looking for, won't you?"
"Anyway, you're an Obscurial, not many beasts can harm you... you can even kill at will, and no one will notice!"
If the Forbidden Forest was the Garden of Eden, then Voldemort was the serpent that tempted people to bite the apple.
The stench of decay seemed even stronger in the surroundings, and Vizette could see that the soil was mixed with many animal bone fragments.
The fact that the broken bones were still attached to bits of flesh crawling with maggots indicated that the bones were still "fresh" and that some kind of carnivore was present nearby.
This unusual occurrence immediately put Vizette on alert. He gripped his wand tightly and became more cautious in his movements.
"Stay alert, that's a good habit..." Voldemort's voice was a few decibels higher than before, "I seem to be appreciating you more and more... my student!"
Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes in the distance.
Before Vizette could even draw his wand, a magnificent magical creature emerged from the bushes and appeared before him.
It was a unicorn, its fur gleaming with a bright luster. Even the moonlight seemed to break through the layers of obscurity and drape it in a veil the moment it appeared.
It took two light steps forward, its clear, large eyes shining brightly, seemingly containing a magical power to soothe the soul.
Vizette could feel the unicorn's goodwill towards him, making him want to go forward and stroke its silky fur.
"Aha!" Voldemort laughed inappropriately. "Vizette, that's our target! I want its blood! Give me its blood now!"
"Impossible!" Vizette immediately refused, his voice firm and loud.
The unicorn seemed to sense Voldemort's malice, nodded to Vizette, and disappeared into another thicket.
"It seems your relationship with Quirinus isn't so secure after all!" Voldemort seemed to have anticipated this.
"Quirinus's life is less important to you than a unicorn! Tsk tsk tsk... I think I misjudged you."