This was the first time Light had encountered such a high-level magic course where someone was willing to impart their own insights to him. So he listened extra carefully.
"So what should I do?" Light looked seriously at Professor Snape sitting across from him.
Professor Snape adjusted his sitting position, looking even more serious.
"You have extremely high talent. If I'm not wrong, you've been to the Restricted Section! No need to explain. I don't care." Professor Snape waved his hand, interrupting Light who was about to speak, and then continued.
"Being able to suppress and read restricted books is a skill of one's own! But you shouldn't just blindly seek powerful Spells. Instead, you should think more about the very essence of Magic Power!"
Professor Snape raised his wand, and a glimmer of light appeared at its tip.
"This is another way to use the Impediment Jinx. If you don't release it and keep it on the wand, it'll be attracted by Magic Power and bounce off incoming Spells attacks!"
Professor Snape extinguished the light on the wand, and his solemn posture began to relax.
"The Expecto Patronum I taught you before also has a special meaning! Have you fully immersed yourself in the Spell? Can you feel the power it gives you?"
"The longer you immerse yourself in a Spell, the more feedback you'll get!"
After saying that, Professor Snape stood up and waved his wand. The dummies that had been sliced to pieces by Light's Spells on the ground started to gather and transform. Suddenly, a huge square iron block appeared in the abandoned classroom.
"The Sectumsempra embodies the creator's unwillingness and hatred! To fully master it, you need to understand everything about it and immerse yourself completely in it!"
"With your talent, you surely can!" Professor Snape's hoarse voice softened, and his empty eyes were filled with expectation. The look he gave Light was as if he was seeing his younger self.
"How do I feel? I can't get a clue!" Light began to think and couldn't help but recall Professor Snape's experiences in the original work.
"The Sectumsempra was created when Professor Snape was in his sixth year. What emotions did he have when creating it?"
"At that time, Professor Snape personally pushed away the girl he liked. And he could only watch helplessly as the girl he liked gradually got closer to the person he hated deeply."
Light slowly closed his eyes and picked up the wand in his hand. His powerful Dark Magic talent seemed to be triggered, and countless melancholy thoughts came to mind, helping Light explore the Magic Power.
"What kind of emotion was it?"
"That emotion must be one of hatred, towards himself, James Potter, and even Lily!"
"That emotion must be one of unwillingness, towards himself, James Potter, and Lily!"
"And there's an even deeper hidden emotion! That's the real key to mastering the Sectumsempra."
As Light's thoughts went deeper, the Magic Power in his body began to surge and boil constantly.
"What is it? Regret? Self-abandonment? Yearning? …"
"No, it's love! It's the purest, most sincere, and most passionate love of youth!"
"Only love can heal this kind of wound that reaches the soul."
"Sectumsempra!"
Light suddenly opened his eyes wide and waved the wand in his hand. The huge iron block in the classroom was instantly sliced into countless pieces by an invisible ripple. Just as the iron block disintegrated and was about to fall on him.
Professor Snape waved his wand and turned the shattered iron blocks that were about to hit the ground back into desks and chairs!
"You've done it! You did even better than I expected." Professor Snape looked at Light with sad eyes, his tone tinged with the bitterness of the past.
Light didn't answer Professor Snape. He was still immersed in that complex web of emotions! He looked at the ceiling of the classroom with a dazed look in his eyes and muttered, "It hurts, it really hurts! A love that fails to reach, for everyone."
Light's pretended air of bitterness seemed to infect the person involved. Professor Snape was also immersed in a melancholy mood!
If someone entered here at this time, they would be able to see how rich the expression on Snape's face was. Snape always had a poker face, but at this moment it was quite different.
"Whoo!" Light let out a long breath, and then it dawned on him and he came to his senses.
"No way! What am I getting involved in? This kind of innocent first love! What does it have to do with me? I'm in my forties, counting two lifetimes together. My first love was a blind date! And it didn't work out! I've never experienced the pain of love!"
Light came to his senses, let out a soft breath, and dispelled the melancholy mood.
"Thank you very much, Professor!" Light walked towards Professor Snape, who had resumed his poker face, and bowed to him.
"Now, you should already know the counterspell, right!" Professor Snape ignored Light's gratitude and retorted softly.
"I probably understand! But I still need to find a suitable spell to suit this kind of emotion."
"You can try Expecto Patronum. Maybe there's a strange compatibility between the two." After saying that, Professor Snape flicked his robe and left the abandoned classroom in a hurry.
Light watched Professor Snape leave in a hurry and glanced at the sky outside. He knew he was off to work in the Forbidden Forest!
"Emotions have been stimulated, Magic Power +1, Magic Power: 3"
When Light saw the message from the stone stele, he wasn't particularly happy. Instead, he had more speculations running through his mind about the source of Magic Power.
The magic training ground transformed from the Room of Requirement.
*Sectumsempra*, the invisible ripple sliced through the training dummies. Light walked over to the dummy, squatted down, and reached out to touch the cut wound.
"Tsk! The lethality is even stronger, and this power is even more hidden!" Light pointed his wand at the wound and chanted Expecto Patronum in the rhythm of the song "A Love That Can't Be Conveyed".
Light tried his best to sense the change as *Sectumsempra* was being dispelled. The power in the wound kept weakening. The extreme emotional power that escaped made Light's sensing psyche feel like it was being cut by a sharp knife.
"It seems that the source of Magic Power must be closely related to the spirit and soul. Extreme emotions are the necessary condition for stimulating Magic Power!"
"But why are there Muggles? What's up with Squibs? Why do magical beasts have Magic Power naturally?"
After thinking for a long time, Light, whose legs had gone numb from squatting down, had to give up thinking and slowly stood up. He stumbled out of the Room of Requirement.
'In a couple of days, it will be Quirrell's turn to patrol the Forbidden Forest. I wonder if Headmaster Dumbledore has a way to deal with it. He won't just let Quirrell have his way, right!
"Or aren't they going to interfere?"
"Anyway, I have to go. After all, Voldemort is the best place for me to earn Mileage Points!" Feeling the benefits brought by his top-notch Dark Magic talent, Light had no intention of giving up.
Light made his way through the dim castle. After hesitating for a moment, he didn't head to the Restricted Section of The Library. Instead, he went straight back to rest and regain his strength. That way, he'd be ready to stay up late to keep an eye on Quirrell.
As soon as Light entered the dormitory, Harry Potter yanked him aside!
"Something's up. I saw Snape threatening Professor Quirrell!" Harry Potter said to Light in a mysterious voice.
"What?!!!"