Learning under Professor Snape felt as if Wyzett had stepped back into the age of ancient apprenticeships.
A true master never spared the rod—harsh discipline was the fuel for a student's growth.
By the end of a long afternoon, Wyzett's techniques had grown deft and precise, his mind brimming with rare and priceless knowledge of potion-making.
Many of the tricks Snape revealed couldn't be found in any book.
With the Oculus Magicae, Wyzett could see it for himself: even the written methods paled in efficiency and accuracy compared to Snape's hands-on guidance.
In the wizarding world, potions were always in high demand.
To be a Potioneer was to never worry about your next meal.
And Snape was more than just a Potioneer—he was the youngest Potions Master alive.
Just lending a hand with ingredients and receiving pointers from a Potions Master was worth its weight in Galleons.
The only real headache was the dragon blood that splattered everywhere while processing the organs. It soaked through his robes, stubborn and foul.
Dragons were famously resistant to magic, and their organs were no exception. Even with repeated Scouring Charms and Tergeo, the stains refused to budge.
"Can't even handle a little stain?" Snape's brow furrowed. "Did Quirrell teach you nothing, or is there simply nothing in that head of yours?"
"Compound magic!" At the mention of Quirrell, a spark of inspiration lit in Wyzett's eyes.
"If I treat the dragon's magical resistance as a counter-curse, then I'll need a compound spell to break through!"
Compared to the curses and hexes that made up the Wasting Curse, the Scouring Charm and Tergeo were spells he knew intimately.
Closing his eyes, Wyzett slipped into Custodis Meditatio—his thoughts instantly sharpened.
He began weaving the two cleaning spells together, building an effective compound magic in his mind.
The Scouring Charm was simple—sweeping away dust, feathers, and ordinary grime.
Tergeo went further, lifting even the most stubborn stains—sauces, blood clots, and the like.
"Sceo… Ter… Gify… Ify… Ergeo…"
With the help of Custodis Meditatio, countless combinations flashed through his mind.
He didn't know how long it took, but at last he opened his eyes, the incantation clear in his mind: "Mundus Totalus!"
He swept his wand through the air, tracing a smooth S-shaped arc.
A gentle breeze stirred his robes, swirling into a miniature cyclone at his feet.
Under his wand's guidance, the bloodstains on his robes were drawn out and gathered into a cloud of deep red mist.
"Hmm?" Snape's eyes widened, the muscles in his cheeks twitching in surprise.
But he quickly masked his reaction, returning to his usual icy demeanor. "Clean up the mess on the floor as well. Get rid of everything."
"Yes, sir!" Wyzett snapped out of his trance and pressed his wand downward.
The cyclone zipped across the floor, sweeping every last trace of blood and filth away.
Wyzett was elated—he'd just completed his first original compound spell, proof that he'd truly mastered what he'd learned the day before.
"Thank you, Professor Snape!" he said earnestly. "If it weren't for your inspiration, I never would've figured it out so quickly."
Snape turned away, voice as chilly as ever. "Take out the trash."
As Wyzett left the office, silence settled once more.
Snape gazed at the spotless floor, muttering under his breath, "Terrifying talent…"
…
Wandering down the corridor, Wyzett was still mulling over his new compound magic.
This was his first true magical innovation—a milestone worth remembering.
"What should I call it? Super Cleaning Charm? No, that's far too plain… Dragon Blood Purification Charm? That sounds a bit much…"
Naming spells was harder than it looked. He just couldn't settle on anything that felt right.
Before he knew it, he'd arrived at Quirrell's office, eager to share his breakthrough.
But the office was empty—no matter how long he knocked, there was no answer.
Not that it was strange. Hagrid had once told him about Hogsmeade Village outside Hogwarts.
Only third-years and up could visit, spending weekends there among bustling pubs, sweetshops, and cafés.
Professors were regulars in Hogsmeade too—perhaps Quirrell was off enjoying a drink.
Wyzett made his way to the moving staircases and started down toward the Great Hall.
"I wonder if Enhanced Magic could work on this new spell?"
He'd built up a good reserve of Ancient Magic power—enough to try an enhancement.
No sense hesitating. He began to fuse the two magics together.
This time, the enhancement was different. It drained every drop of his Ancient Magic power, but in return, a fresh page appeared in his book.
Ancient Magic: [Unnamed]: Channel the power of Ancient Magic to cast spells, amplify their effects, cleanse external impurities, and purify the inner soul.
Sure enough, because he hadn't named the spell, the page remained blank.
But it was worth every ounce of magic—this spell could even touch the soul.
Professor McGonagall had once said, "To unravel the mysteries of magic, delving into the soul is essential."
After weeks of study, Wyzett was finally building his own understanding of what a soul truly was.
He had a hunch—cleansing the inner soul might be his first true step on that path.
Without hesitation, he drew a deep breath and swept his wand in a graceful S.
Silver-blue light shimmered along the wand as the magic took hold.
Cyclones spun not only at his feet, but also around the core of his Obscurus.
Since casting the Wasting Curse yesterday, Wyzett had felt the occasional flutter in his chest, dark thoughts flickering at the edge of his mind.
Now, as the cyclone confronted the Obscurus core, the agitation grew stronger.
Sensing danger, the core thrashed violently, as if trying to break free.
Then, like a soft breeze, the cyclone swept straight through, carrying away a wisp of blackish-red mist.
As the haze faded, the unease ebbed away. The Obscurus core grew calm once more.
"Cleansing the outer, purifying the inner…" Wyzett let out a long breath, a flash of insight dawning in his heart. "So that's what it means."
"Not only can it clean the filth you see—it can also wash away the darkness left by black magic… Then, this spell deserves a name worthy of its power: the Soul-Cleansing Purification Charm!"
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