Building a Soul Labyrinth with Emotions

Wizette stared blankly until his nose caught a whiff of fragrance;

It was an indescribable sweet aroma of bread, making him involuntarily swallow his saliva.

"You must be hungry by now, right? Come, have a bite of bread!"

Aberforth's voice rang out, and following his words, a loaf of bread floated in front of Wizette, a rich wheat aroma filling his nose.

The flickering candlelight on the wall shone on the golden-brown, crispy loaf, giving it a warm glow.

Wizette couldn't help but take it, his fingers gently pressing down, the bread crust emitting a crisp cracking sound.

Gently tearing open the bread, the piping hot steam carried the rich wheat aroma straight into his nose, making him unconsciously take a deep breath.

The crispy crust on the outside and the soft crumb on the inside formed a stark contrast in his mouth;

He sensed a delicate sweetness and wheat flavor, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of it slowly melting on his tongue.

He took a bite of the bread, the crispy crust and soft crumb contrasting clearly, intertwining delicate sweetness and wheat flavor, slowly melting in his mouth.

There was also something indescribable melting in his heart; he could actually feel a sense of tenderness from that loaf of bread, a warmth almost like family...

If there were turnip and plum pie, it would truly be the taste of home!

This loaf of bread was as large as two hands, yet he had unconsciously eaten it all, still unsatisfied.

"This is my answer regarding wizards and magic," Aberforth grinned. "In my opinion, wizards who deeply understand lifestyle magic are the true wizards!"

"They use talent and thinking to construct physical entities, realizing their thoughts. Magic gives us the ability to do better. Not just achieving a simple goal; magic itself makes wizards special."

"What you felt from the bread is still the emotion I put into it." Aberforth sat down on a chair, grabbed a loaf of bread, and took a large bite, completely unconcerned about the golden crumbs sticking to his beard.

"What I want to tell you is, the method of building a soul labyrinth is actually very similar—using emotions to build a layer of protection, thereby protecting your own soul and resisting Voldemort's corrosion..."

The method of building a soul labyrinth could be seen as going against the concept of Occlumency.

Occlumency required suppressing emotions; the emotions displayed were highly likely to be false expressions created by the Occlumens;

Through such a method, one achieved the effect of evading Legilimency while also making oneself more rational.

But building a soul labyrinth required precisely magnifying positive emotions, letting abundant emotions fill the soul, thereby constructing a labyrinth;

Those skilled in Legilimency, or wizards with deep research into the soul, would need to explore this labyrinth before they could truly delve deep into the soul.

Undoubtedly, Occlumency was a more sophisticated magic, capable of doing things silently, making the Legilimens believe that what they saw was the truth;

The soul labyrinth, on the other hand, was an open hand, telling the Legilimens that one was prepared, hoping the Legilimens would not push their luck;

Even if the Legilimens had ill intentions, they would still need to spend a certain amount of time navigating the labyrinth before they could enter the depths of the soul.

However, in terms of introductory speed, building a soul labyrinth was much faster than mastering Occlumency.

Crash-coursing a soul-protecting magic in a short time while beginning to practice Occlumency was the most suitable plan for Wizette currently.

"I told you to recall happy memories, why are your ears so red?" Aberforth's supervising voice carried a hint of teasing.

"It shouldn't be from eating too much bread, right? I'm really curious... What on earth are you thinking about right now? Let me see if I can find that kind of parchment roll..."

Recalling the Christmas holiday, Wizette opened his eyes and suddenly raised his wand. "Norcross!"

The surrounding candlelight instantly dimmed.

With a sound, countless Devil's Snares aimed straight at Aberforth, binding him tightly, leaving him speechless.

Aberforth's counterattack was also very fast; a fireball appeared out of thin air, flying into the air and radiating light and heat.

The weakness of Devil's Snare was very clear; the moment the fireball appeared, it quickly withered and curled back into Wizette's hand.

A look of surprise appeared on Aberforth's face. "Human Transfiguration? How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

"I was wondering why Albus became so shameless, completely unlike his usual self... So it was because of this. Indeed, you are worth cultivating."

He rambled on about a lot of things, all of which were about Dumbledore's past, as if he were talking to himself, yet also as if he were confiding in Wizette.

"Albus said you are extremely reliable. I told you these things, you won't tell anyone, right?" He smiled, like the serpent tempting Adam to eat the apple.

Wizette remained unmoved. "I will keep it a secret!"

"How boring..." Aberforth muttered. "Let's stop practicing here today! Being able to initially gather emotions through bread, your learning ability has exceeded my imagination..."

Even when Wizette returned to Hogwarts, his ears were still slightly red.

Being able to entrust emotions into food...

If he could learn this kind of magic, he could display it at home during the summer vacation!

During this period of building the soul labyrinth, Wizette's emotions were also affected; everything at Hogwarts seemed even more beautiful.

In fact, this was also a loop of building the soul labyrinth; he needed to discover the beautiful things of this world and use them as raw materials to build into the middle of the labyrinth.

On the other hand, the soul labyrinth also needed a center; this center would make his memories deeper, making it easier for him to extend and expand, constantly strengthening the soul labyrinth.

Undoubtedly, the center of his memory was naturally that ancient car-shaped castle, that magical garden, the people living there... along with everything that happened during the Christmas holiday.

Wizette was grateful for Snape's letters; without those letters, perhaps he would not have truly calmed down to fully enjoy the rest of the holiday.

This key memory consolidated the center of the soul labyrinth.

In addition to building the soul labyrinth, Aberforth would also let him go out, sit by the bar, feel the atmosphere here, and listen to the stories told by the customers.

The Hog's Head was indeed a place where dragons and snakes mixed; when they spoke, they couldn't go three sentences without saying "damn" and five sentences without ending with "bastard."

But if one ignored those words and recorded their boasting stories, they could also become decent articles, which could even be polished and sent to *The Quibbler*.

The customers here would not only boast to each other but also easily drink too much, drawing their wands to duel over a single disagreement.

The other customers had long been used to this, even shouting and using vulgar words to cheer them on, while placing bets on who would win.

Usually at this time, Aberforth would temporarily not interfere.

Only when the two wizards damaged the pub's property would he wave his wand, subdue the two wizards, and demand compensation.

These wizard duels were also very interesting; they would curse at each other, and if they knew each other, they would state each other's weaknesses to disturb the opponent's psychology.

And disturbing the opponent's psychology was a combat technique Wizette learned from them.

During a duel, in addition to the magic one possessed, psychological disturbance was also an extremely important segment.

Usually, whichever side lost their temper and struck first would become the loser.