Next, Wade Reynolds conducted many tests on the Obscurus.
For example, he deliberately sliced off a portion of it, then fed it magic to see whether it would devour the energy again and rapidly recover.
The results delighted Wade.
Although this thing was a living organism, it was also sowhat different from ordinary life.
It could instantly convert the magic it absorbed into energy for its own body. As long as it received sufficient magic, it could almost imdiately repair the portion that had been cut away.
However, the severed portion of the Obscurus could no longer absorb magic.
It was like a piece of flesh cut from a living body, incapable of growing again.
Wade then began further tests, trying to determine how to distinguish the severed portion from the Obscurus's main body.
In the end, he discovered that there was also a limit to how much could be cut.
For instance, Wade could not split it in half. When he tried to divide the Obscurus before him into two equal parts, its magical power began to drain rapidly.
Wade had no choice but to stop the procedure.
There was no doubt that if he truly split it in half, the Obscurus would die from the massive loss of magic.
After further testing, Wade finally determined that at most, one third of it could be safely separated.
To continue dividing it, he would have to feed it again and wait for it to recover before performing another cut.
If the cut portion exceeded one third, the magical power of the Obscurus's main body would rapidly dissipate.
Wade Reynolds quickly figured out that the core body would always remain within the remaining two thirds.
Under normal circumstances, the Obscurus possessed extrely powerful magic. Feeding one that had lost a third of its body should have been very difficult.
After all, an ordinary wizard could not supply that much magic.
But Wade happened to be an exception. The "residual matter" in his possession could conveniently be used as feed.
Moreover, this residual matter was essentially highly concentrated magic, so the Obscurus's daily consumption was not particularly high.
By the end of his research, Wade was not even sure whether it was just his imagination, but he kept feeling that the magic within the Obscurus seed to contain a power of the sa origin as ancient magic.
For now, however, Wade had no ans of verifying this.
After finishing the experint, Wade stuffed the entire Obscurus into a goblin-tal container he carried with him.
As expected, once the Obscurus entered the goblin-tal container, its condition beca noticeably more stable, and its consumption decreased significantly.
It was like fresh at being placed into a refrigerator.
Wade then injected so purified residual matter into the tal container as feed to maintain the Obscurus's consumption.
After finishing his experintal notes, Wade Reynolds drew down the two clusters of Obscurus magic that were still floating in the air, cut from the Obscurus's body.
"This magic can't go to waste…" Wade first tried to absorb the Obscurus magic the sa way he absorbed purified residual matter.
However, the results were far from satisfactory. The absorption speed was painfully slow.
Wade had no choice but to give up, then began thinking about how to make use of this substance without causing unnecessary waste.
"At present, aside from using it to wrap Slytherin's cane, I still don't know what other uses it has… wait, wrap the cane?"
Wade's eyes suddenly lit up slightly. He imdiately grabbed the wand in his hand and got to work.
…
Slytherin was currently sulking inside his own statue, within the space where the basilisk once slept.
To be honest, he was feeling rather frustrated.
In truth, Slytherin greatly appreciated Wade Reynolds.
This junior student's talent was already enough for Slytherin to overlook his background.
However, Slytherin was ultimately an extrely prideful man, and Wade showed him not the slightest bit of respect.
Whenever Wade spotted a problem, he would argue directly, completely unimpressed by the fact that Slytherin was one of the Four Founders.
More often than not, it left him with no graceful way to respond.
If Slytherin had been a broad-minded man, it might have been one thing. Unfortunately, he was notoriously narrow-minded.
Moreover, now that he had beco a ghost, he could no longer use magic. Even if he wanted to hit soone, he could not.
Besides, in his current state, he might not even be able to defeat Wade Reynolds.
All of this left Slytherin feeling extrely frustrated.
"Sigh… If I hadn't attacked him when we first t, would he have shown a bit more respect? But… can you really bla ? That was the basilisk I had raised for so many years. Anyone would lose their temper seeing their pet being dissected. And besides… a ghost suddenly gaining the ability to use magic. No matter how you look at it, soone was clearly setting up…"
Slytherin was still muttering to himself when suddenly, an opening appeared in the wall beside him.
Judging by the position, it was the statue's mouth.
"Professor! Co out quickly! I have sothing good to show you!" Wade's excited voice carried in from outside.
Slytherin stared in shock at the suddenly opened "door," then stiffened his expression and floated out.
"You're not a Parselmouth… so how did you open this door?"
Wade held a mass of black mist in his hand, looking thoroughly excited.
Hearing Slytherin's question, he replied casually, "I heard Tom mutter it once and rembered it. How hard could it be? I can morize spells far more complicated than that."
Slytherin felt even more displeased when he heard that.
His own descendant's talent was decent enough, so how had he turned out so spineless?
He had actually brought an outsider to raid the family legacy left behind by his own ancestor.
In terms of courage and presence, he did not even asure up to a Muggle-born.
If Godric and the others knew, what would they say? They would definitely claim that he had been the one in the wrong back then.
Sigh. How embarrassing. Truly embarrassing.
Wade Reynolds had no idea about Slytherin's complicated emotions.
In any case, Slytherin always wore a sour expression, as if everyone owed him several million Galleons. Wade was long since used to it.
With his negative emotions running high, it was only natural that nothing pleasant ca out of Slytherin's mouth.
"What good thing? Spit it out already. Let warn you, brat. I was just inside contemplating a highly aningful subject, and you had to interrupt . If you try to fob off with so worthless junk, believe it or not, I'll haunt you every day. I won't even let you have peace when you go to the toilet."
Wade was instantly alard. No one wanted a head suddenly popping out of the toilet while they were using it.
Besides, ghosts were so cold to the touch. What if it froze his balls?
"That's a bit too vicious, isn't it…"
"Cut the nonsense!"
Wade Reynolds grew excited again. "Look at this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wand lightly, and the mass of black mist drifted toward Slytherin.
"What are you doing?!" Slytherin was shocked.
The magic of an Obscurus could affect the soul. He thought Wade was trying to capture him.
By the ti he tried to dodge, it was already too late.
Slytherin was directly enveloped by the mist.
"Professor, the weather's getting cold. Let add a layer for you."
The mont Wade finished speaking, the mist surrounding Slytherin suddenly dispersed and transford into a black wizard's robe draped over his shoulders.
"…Boy, what exactly are you doing? After all that effort, just to put clothes on a ghost that can't even feel temperature?" Slytherin scolded irritably.
In his view, with Wade's level of talent, there were far too many aningful areas of research he could pursue. He really should not be wasting his energy on sothing so trivial.
"Hey, don't rush to scold ," Wade said smugly. "Feel it first. See if anything's different."
"What difference could there possibly be?" Slytherin frowned and examined himself. Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply.
Because he suddenly felt sothing again after so long: magic.
Slytherin slowly descended, staring at his own hands in shock.
Then he cautiously reached out toward the scattered parchnt on the table.
Unlike before, when his hand would pass straight through the surface, this ti he actually grasped the parchnt and gently lifted it.
"I… I have a physical body?" Slytherin murmured.
"Not a physical body. Do you rember your cane? Last ti, I wrapped it with a layer of Obscurus power, which allowed it to interact with ghosts. So I had an idea. If it were turned into clothing, then ghosts should also be able to…"
Slytherin looked up, his face full of excitent. His voice trembled as he spoke to Wade.
"Give a wand… child… give a wand!"
Wade took out a wand he had prepared in advance and handed it over.
Slytherin extended his hand. Just before touching the wand, he hesitated for a brief mont, then quickly grabbed it.
The next second, as he stared at the wand in his hand, his eyes nearly brimd with tears.
Slytherin loved magic.
That was why, after becoming a ghost and losing the ability to use magic, he had grown so irritable and volatile.
"Wingardium Leviosa…"
Countless spells flowed through his mind, yet Slytherin chose the most ordinary Levitation Charm.
On the table, hundreds of sheets of parchnt rose into the air, swaying left and right with the movent of Slytherin's wand.
"It truly has been a long ti… magic," Slytherin murmured.
Wade Reynolds planted his hands on his hips and said smugly, "Well? Does this look like worthless junk? Was it worth interrupting your very important line of thought?"
"Hahaha! To hell with that line of thought! I was just daydreaming anyway!" Slytherin suddenly burst into loud laughter. "This is no worthless trinket. In my eyes, this is the greatest invention of the century. I have never seen anything so perfect."
With a sweep of his wand, a gust of wind sent the parchnts flying. In the next instant, they assembled into a long serpent made of paper, coiling and twisting through the air.
"Wade, this robe cannot be permanent. Tell , how long will it remain effective?"
This was the first ti Slytherin had addressed Wade by na in such a friendly tone.
Wade considered for a mont. "The Obscurus's magic is extrely powerful. I used two portions of its power to make that robe for you. So if you're not constantly casting powerful spells and only using magic normally, it should last about three months."
"I can only enjoy it for three months? Still, that's better than nothing." Slytherin's eyes dimd slightly.
"How could that be? As long as the Obscurus is well fed, its power can keep regenerating. If the robe's energy runs out, I'll just make you another one. Of course, that depends on your attitude. If you keep yelling at like before…"
"Why would I yell at you…" For the first ti, Slytherin forced out a faint smile.
"That smile looks awful. I still prefer your unruly self. Why don't you try to revert to your old self?"
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