Chapter 593: Wand and Magic Unveiled
Chapter 593: Wand and Magic Unveiled
As Kyle gazed at the stone archway before him, it seemed vaguely familiar.
Oh right, the Four Heads.
Kyle remembered the first time he had seen them in the Chamber of Secrets; the snakelike statues had formed a similar archway. The design and the rippling waves within the arch were almost identical.
Wait, did that mean he was going to meet the Four Heads again? Could the Department of Mysteries pull off something like that?
As Kyle's thoughts wandered, he heard Diana's voice once more.
"What curse did you use to kill that Death Eater?" she asked.
"Avada Kedavra," Kyle answered instinctively.
Visibly, Diana's mouth twitched.
She took a few deep breaths and pointed her wand at the stone gate. "Now, cast Avada Kedavra again."
"Here?" Kyle hesitated.
What if he burned down this place with the Killing Curse? And they were in the Ministry of Magic; was it really okay to use Dark Magic so freely?
"Just do it," Diana urged.
"Alright," Kyle reluctantly drew out his wand and, with a slight flick, conjured a dragon made of fiery flames.
Silent Avada Kedavra?
Watching Kyle's skillful display, Diana's expression underwent another subtle change.
It was already rare for someone of Kyle's age to have mastered the Killing Curse, but to be able to cast it silently as well was even more extraordinary.
For a moment, Diana wasn't sure if she should feel proud or concerned.
It was definitely something to be proud of, but the Avada Kedavra... it somehow felt a bit inappropriate.
She shook her head and pointed her wand at the stone gate.
As if unlocking a hidden restraint, the white lights slowly detached themselves from the gate and, under Diana's guidance, floated towards the fiery dragon created by the Killing Curse.
Kyle's eyes widened in surprise.
The Killing Curse before him suddenly transformed. The uncontrollable flames morphed into a blue sphere of light that pulsated with energy.
"This is the original form of magic," Diana explained.
It was the first time Kyle had witnessed such a phenomenon, and he felt a surge of curiosity.
At that moment, he noticed that the blue sphere of light seemed to have something else within it—a slightly deeper shade of color, so faint that one would have to look very closely to notice it.
Just as Kyle took a couple of steps forward, unable to resist his urge to see it more clearly, another stream of flowing white light surged forward. It gently enveloped the blue magic, like a current of water, washing away the faint impurity that had been clinging to it.
"That's enough," Diana said, waving her wand once more. The surrounding white lights retreated back into the stone gate.
At the same time, the magical energy also reverted to its previous state—a pristine, flawless blue.
But before Kyle could examine it further, the blue sphere ignited with crimson flames.
"Finite Incantatem!"
Diana casually waved her wand, extinguishing the fiery curse.
"What was that?" Kyle asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
"Blood debt," Diana replied calmly. "When a wizard ends the life of another wizard, their magic undergoes a certain change. That's how I knew you had killed a Death Eater."
"Is that so?" Kyle furrowed his brows. "Why haven't I heard of this before?"
"Because they don't teach you this at school, nor is it something you should be exposed to at your age. Just like how they don't teach you the Unforgivable Curses."
"Is it related to the soul in any way?"
"No, it has nothing to do with the soul. It's merely a transformation of your own magic."
Diana put away her wand and continued, "Magic responds to the caster's inner nature. When you end another wizard's life, a trace of malevolence is inevitably left within you, and a portion of your magic will be drawn to that malevolence, transforming to suit it better."
But one day, he happened to glance at a loaf of bread, and even though it was just a glance, one of the over hundred house-elves noticed.
They would assume that he now preferred bread, and so the next time he went to the kitchen, that particular house-elf would, based on their own assumption, bring him bread instead.
"Many wizards pursue this," Diana said softly. "It makes their magic more chaotic, and it greatly enhances certain spells."
"Like the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse... especially the latter. Blood debt can make the Killing Curse incredibly powerful."
"But what they don't know is that just as the mind can influence magic, magic can also influence the mind. When you frequently use overly chaotic magic, it will, in turn, make you more irritable and prone to anger."
"That's why most Dark wizards have eccentric personalities and become increasingly obsessed with Dark magic."
"In that case..." Kyle stroked his chin. "...as long as I refrain from using Dark magic, the blood debt won't take effect, right?"
It was like the situation with the house-elves and the kitchen—when presented with ninety-eight portions of fried pork chops, he could simply choose to ignore those two slices of bread.
"That's correct," Diana nodded. "However, even if there are no consequences, it's still not a good thing."
"That's true," Kyle agreed.
He couldn't help but glance at the stone gate, which remained unchanged from before, showing no signs of any transformation.
"What's behind there?"
"A path that is equally unknown." Diana replied, "But we can't enter. It rejects anything with consciousness, including ghosts and portraits."
Intrigued, Kyle took a few steps towards the stone gate, and seeing that Diana did not stop him, he gathered his courage and reached out his hand towards it.
Then, his hand appeared from the other side.
"Amazing," Kyle murmured. "Is this the work of the Department of Mysteries?"
"Just one of the tasks." Diana pointed her wand at the stone gate and with a slight lift, colorful halos appeared, flowing with blue, red, orange... it was breathtakingly beautiful.
But soon, the stone gate returned to its calm state once more.
"There are a total of three such stone gates in the Department of Mysteries, each representing life, magic, and time."
Diana continued, "And what you see now is the original form of magic.
"Do you remember what Ollivander said? The wand chooses the wizard. In fact, the wand chooses the magic, but everyone's magic is unique."
Kyle found it hard to describe his current feelings. This was his first close encounter with the Department of Mysteries, and it certainly lived up to its name—it was truly mysterious.
"Alright, it's about time."
As Kyle was lost in thought, Diana suddenly spoke up. "We should head back."
Kyle nodded and followed Diana away from the platform.
They passed through the misty room and the room with the large water tank once more.
"Isn't there anyone guarding this place?" Kyle asked, unable to hold back his curiosity any longer. "We haven't come across a single person."
"There's no need for guards." Diana replied, "Normally, even if Voldemort himself broke in, he would only be able to wander in the front hall and would never be able to reach this place."
"But what if someone actually made it here?" Kyle thought for a moment. "I mean, what if someone stumbled upon it by accident?"
"Then it would only prove that they were always meant to come here." Diana said calmly. "And we wouldn't need to stop them."
The two of them passed through the maze-like doors once more and arrived at the corridor outside the Department of Mysteries.
At that moment, Chris was waiting for them by the elevator, not too far away.
(End of Chapter)
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