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Deep within the silent, pitch-black Chamber of Secrets, golden flames suddenly flared to life.
Liuguang, shrunken to a smaller size, floated beside Lucien's shoulder. His pure fire chased away the surrounding darkness, illuminating the massive snake-shaped stone carvings and the deep, shadowy passages.
The Chamber looked exactly as it always had—vast, empty, and oppressively heavy.
Thanks to Liuguang's teleportation, Lucien had returned once again.
There was no other way. Opening the Chamber still required Parseltongue—the ancient language used to speak with snakes. Some exceptionally talented wizards could learn to understand it after years of study, but producing the pure, authentic sounds and pronunciation was extremely difficult.
Besides, the entrance's location was incredibly awkward. Lucien still couldn't figure out why Salazar had placed it inside the girls' bathroom.
Or maybe it had originally been the boys' bathroom and they'd simply swapped the sign later?
Either way, putting the entrance to such an important hidden chamber in a bathroom felt pretty strange…
Lucien shook his head. This time he had come specifically to consult the "Salazar Slytherin" inside the inheritance space about Nagini's situation.
From what he could tell so far, the curse had eroded Nagini's body most completely—she had been fully transformed into a giant snake.
Strangely enough, that part was actually the easiest for Lucien to handle. Liuguang's pure fire had already proven it could drive out the curse embedded in the flesh. The process was incredibly painful, but it worked.
He could also clearly spot the Transfiguration elements in the "human turned into snake" transformation.
With Lucien's mastery of Transfiguration and the help of the pure flames, reversing the snake body back into a human form shouldn't be a problem.
But restoring the body alone wouldn't be enough.
The twisted magic circuits and the polluted soul were the real headaches—one harder than the next.
The Slytherin inheritance he had obtained from the Chamber focused mainly on the study of magic circuits.
That knowledge had greatly boosted Lucien's own strength and opened up new ideas for "circuit-based Transfiguration."
Naturally, Slytherin also had plenty to say on the mysterious subject of the soul.
Lucien stepped into the inheritance space.
The figure was still there—long silver hair cascading over his shoulders, cold emerald-green vertical pupils glowing faintly.
Unlike the old, grotesque statue outside, this version of Salazar Slytherin looked like a stern yet elegant middle-aged nobleman.
"You've come," Salazar said calmly, as if he had been expecting him all along.
Lucien skipped the small talk and went straight to the point, laying out his questions about Nagini.
Salazar listened in silence for a moment. Instead of answering directly, he asked a question first:
"How do you view the relationship between magic circuits, the soul, and the body?"
Lucien paused briefly.
He immediately recalled his confrontation with Quirrell—or, more accurately, with Voldemort.
When Voldemort had possessed Quirrell and taken control of his body, he had temporarily altered Quirrell's magic circuits.
A fully grown wizard's circuits should have been stable and fully formed, yet Voldemort's soul had forcibly torn and twisted them into a shape far better suited to Dark Magic.
Thinking of that, Lucien replied:
"The circuits are determined by both the soul and the body, but… the soul has the greater influence?"
Salazar nodded, then shook his head.
"The first part is correct. The second part needs adjusting." He raised one finger. "It's not that the soul has greater influence—it's that the stronger side holds more sway."
Lucien echoed, "The stronger side?"
Salazar explained, "Some people have souls that 'shine brightly,' while others have bodies that are 'heavier' and more dominant. When the soul's power overwhelms the body, the circuits lean toward the soul. When the body's instincts overpower the soul, the circuits conform to the body."
Salazar leaned forward slightly, his snake-like vertical pupils fixed on Lucien.
"Have you ever met mixed-blood wizards? I mean those with non-human magical bloodlines."
Lucien understood that by "non-human," Salazar meant what modern wizards called magical creatures.
In Salazar's era, wizards had grouped all non-human magical beings under the term "异種"—strange species.
When it came to mixed-blood wizards, Lucien immediately thought of Hagrid and Fleur.
Hagrid had giant blood, while Fleur had Veela heritage.
He had once observed Fleur using her Veela magic through Arcane Sight—her circuits had shifted from the normal tree-like structure into a special feather-like form.
"I have," Lucien nodded. "Is it because magical creatures are innately more attuned to magic, so even a diluted bloodline leaves traces in their descendants' circuits?"
Salazar gave him an approving look.
"Exactly. The bodies of magical creatures are born closer to magic than those of ordinary wizards, so even if their offspring only carry half—or even less—of that blood, it still leaves its mark on the circuits."
He paused, then continued, "However, the strength of the soul isn't determined by race—only by the individual. Some humans and some magical beings are simply born with exceptionally powerful souls and unique talents."
"Parseltongue is a soul-based talent," Salazar said, his vertical pupils narrowing slightly. "So are natural Legilimens. And true prophecy—I'm not talking about those phony fortune-telling tricks."
Lucien understood at once.
This man's achievements in the realm of the soul were closely tied to his own naturally powerful soul.
After all, Salazar Slytherin himself had been a famously gifted Parselmouth and Legilimens.
"Wizards with powerful souls possess remarkable talent when using certain kinds of magic," Salazar went on. "They can even develop unique abilities—powers that belong solely to them, ones no one else can learn."
At this point he looked at Lucien, a flicker of confusion passing through his snake-like eyes.
"The more gifted a wizard is—especially one without any non-human blood—the stronger their soul should be… Have you still not discovered any special soul talent of your own?"
Lucien fell silent.
All his magical talents had come from system loans.
But his own magic circuits were also different from normal ones. And if circuits were jointly determined by soul and body…
His body looked perfectly ordinary. So if there was something special…
Salazar seemed to sense Lucien's confusion. He waved his hand dismissively.
"No need to overthink it. There is a spell that can let you get a first taste of whether your soul is 'special.' You should have heard of it—"
As he spoke, Salazar wrote quickly in the air with his finger. The words appeared glowing before him:
Expecto Patronum
Lucien blinked.
Expecto Patronum?
The Patronus Charm?