"I suspect that's not his main purpose." Vizette took a sip of his black tea. "He might just be using this as a setup to get me to brew him a soul-soothing potion. I don't understand…"
"Because your soul-soothing elixir is quite special…" Dumbledore explained with a smile, "perhaps some chaotic quality from the Obscurus that attracted his attention."
Hearing this, Vizette breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little worried. "What should we do if Voldemort goes looking for the unicorn again?"
"The curse of the unicorn is not so easy to get rid of," Dumbledore explained patiently. "It can affect both the body and the soul."
"Given a choice, Voldemort would not consider unicorn blood... This also shows that Voldemort's condition is not good."
He coughed lightly, interlacing his fingers in front of him. "Did you secretly leave behind some soul-soothing medicine? I want to see the results of your efforts..."
Vizette nodded. "I brought the cauldron back... I also sensed that this potion is slightly different."
Voldemort only took the potion; he didn't take the collapsible cauldron.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Vizette brought back the cauldron and the remaining potion inside.
"When Aberforth was young, he was actually quite frugal…" Dumbledore said, pulling open the collapsible cauldron with a touch of nostalgia.
He wiped off a smear of the medicine with his finger and applied it to the back of a toad nearby.
The toad, which had been struggling, quickly calmed down after absorbing the soul-soothing elixir and then fell into a deep sleep.
For some reason, Vizette always felt that this toad seemed to have sweet dreams when it was asleep.
"Everything is back to normal; the Soul Soothing Elixir is working as intended." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. "That was my goal; your Soul Labyrinth was a success!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore," Vizette asked, puzzled. "What does this have to do with the Labyrinth of Souls?"
Dumbledore collected the remaining potion before slowly and deliberately speaking.
"Severus should have told you that your soul is special, and certain traits can affect the effects of certain types of potions."
Vizette nodded and waited quietly for what was to come.
"Aberforth is different from me. His magic comes from love... He is much purer than me, and I sometimes even envy him... I am jealous of him."
At this point, Dumbledore suddenly gasped, a hint of panic in his eyes. "In short, his soul labyrinth magic is perfect for you."
"In my vision, your traits will wander through the maze, canceling each other out, eventually disappearing into nothingness, or leaving only a slight influence."
"Now that I see the soul-soothing potion you've brewed, my assumptions were indeed correct! But you still can't let your guard down; the soul labyrinth can only solve the problem temporarily."
"I understand that there is still much for me to learn!" Vizette said. "Only by deeply studying and mastering the soul can I completely eliminate my flaws."
"That's right!" Dumbledore smiled happily, as if he had just eaten a honeydew melon. "That's why I trust you so much, Vizette!"
"So what should Professor Quirrell do?" Vizette asked, this was his biggest concern at the moment.
Dumbledore actually ate a honeydew candy. "Then tell me everything that happened tonight. I need more clues..."
Vizette let out a soft breath and began his story from the moment he returned to Hogwarts, recounting everything from Voldemort's seduction to Quirrell's resistance.
After recounting everything, he felt his throat was on fire and quickly swallowed a mouthful of black tea. "Can we succeed?"
"Of course!" Dumbledore nodded. "Everything is moving in the right direction! Quirrell has been subtly influenced and his will has become stronger, which is the foundation for resisting Voldemort."
"What a wizard can do often lies not in his outward appearance, but in his inner self… You have unearthed Quirrell's inner power, and now you only need to give him a little help."
"Quirrell is different now. He has chosen a different path, and everything will change because of it! Even his past will change because of it."
"When he's stuck in the past and can't get out of it, you have to let Quirrell see the beauty of the present... see what he's striving for, what he's persevering for!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore," Vizette asked, "what exactly should we do?"
Dumbledore waved his hand, then asked a question: "Severus mentioned to me that you possess a spell to eliminate evil thoughts?"
"Yes."
"You shouldn't have... used it on Voldemort, right?"
"I had that idea at the time, but... I didn't know anything about Voldemort, so I didn't do anything reckless. I couldn't gamble on the probability with impulsiveness."
"You did the right thing!" Dumbledore said kindly. "Voldemort's ability to possess others shows that his mastery of the soul is extremely terrifying."
"If you fail, or even if he discovers the nature of this magic, things could get out of control… To be absolutely sure, I will assist you in completing this magic."
Vizette blinked. "Assist me in completing this spell?"
"You must remember to always wear the locket." Dumbledore's expression was extremely serious. "Then… cooperate with Voldemort's actions, which is the so-called 'final exam'."
"This process will be very dangerous, so you must keep the locket on!" he warned again. "If Quirrell is still resisting, Voldemort has sent you to help him find the Philosopher's Stone!"
"We found the Philosopher's Stone, just as Harry and the others said... except they guessed the wrong target," Vizette said.
"Mistakenly identified the target?"
"They think Professor Snape...is plotting to steal the Philosopher's Stone."
"Well," Dumbledore sighed, "it's a history that's hard to explain, and ultimately it's my fault! Maybe I really…can't do anything about it?"
His expression became very complicated, his eyes filled with dejection, loneliness, sadness, and confusion...
However, in just a moment, he recovered, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
"Vizette, do you know where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden?"
"The third-floor corridor?"
"Yes! I asked quite a few people to set up protective measures inside. Interested in guessing?"
"Hmm…" Vizette groaned, rubbing his temples. "Hagrid's Fluffy is one of the tests."
"I've seen Professor Snape's wound; he said he was bitten by a three-headed dog…that should be right, right?"
"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded, pushing a sherbet lemon to Vizette. "Go on!"
"The Devil's Snare should also be one of the tests. I remember Professor Sprout said that you once instructed her that all students in the school need to be able to deal with the Devil's Snare."
"Very good! Continue..."