Chapitre 78: A New Discovery
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As Harry walked through the enchanted forest, the harmonious voices of the Unicorns still echoing in his mind, he turned to Nigel, his curiosity piqued by the recent interaction. "Nigel, can you show me my recording of talking to the Unicorns? Their voices were so melodic. I wonder how I speak while talking to them."
Nigel responded with a light-hearted tone, "Certainly, Master Harry. Prepare to be enchanted by your own eloquence." A screen materialized in front of Harry, displaying the recent encounter with the Unicorns.
Harry watched as his on-screen counterpart approached the majestic creatures. His movements were gentle, almost reverent. The Unicorns, their eyes kind and understanding, turned towards him, welcoming his presence.
The screen showed Harry speaking, his voice carrying a different cadence, a melodic quality that matched the serenity of the Unicorns. It was a stark contrast to his usual tone, softer and more rhythmic. Nigel commented, "It seems Omnitongue not only grants you the ability to converse with magical creatures but also adapts your speech to the harmony of their nature."
Harry, watching the interaction, felt a sense of awe at the transformative power of the Omnitongue. He had spoken with a clarity and depth that transcended human language, connecting with the Unicorns on a profound level.
As he continued watching, Harry saw the moment where the Unicorn acknowledged his purity. The on-screen Harry, his expression a mix of humility and introspection, listened intently to the Unicorn's words. Nigel, observing the scene, remarked, "It's a curious thing, isn't it? The dichotomy of your nature. Here, among these creatures, you're a figure of purity, yet in the corridors of Hogwarts, you're the calculating Slytherin. Quite the paradox, Master Harry."
Harry's mind was turning, planning. The manipulative, scheming side of him re-surfaced as he contemplated the newfound abilities granted by Omnitongue. "I can use this ability," he murmured, more to himself, a glint of calculation in his eyes. "The thunderous tone of the Thunderbird, the hissing undertones of Parseltongue, and the pure, melodic cadence of the Unicorns... Nigel, this isn't just a tool for communicating with creatures. It can be a means to influence others more effectively. The voice is a pivotal element in communication. If I can harness the power of these languages, it might enhance my political acumen."
Nigel, upon hearing Harry's thoughts, was taken aback yet again by the young wizard's astuteness. "Indeed, Master Harry, the power of voice in persuasion is well documented, even in the muggle world. However, applying such natural cadences to influence the human psyche is an uncharted territory in magical realms."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, his mind already weaving through the possibilities. "And it's not just about persuasion. I feel like these languages carry an intrinsic power. What if I could integrate them into spellcasting? In the world of magic, words hold immense power. Imagine the potential amplification of spells when imbued with the essence of these magical languages."
Nigel, processing Harry's idea, responded, "A fascinating hypothesis, Master Harry. Indeed, the etymology of spells is a critical aspect of their efficacy. Introducing elements of these ancient and potent languages could very well amplify your magical capabilities. Just be cautious, as tampering with the fundamental nature of spells might yield unpredictable results."
Harry waved his hand dismissively, his mind teeming with ideas. "I'll experiment with this in the Virtual Room. Nigel, can it simulate the unknown?"
Nigel, with a touch of pride in his virtual capabilities, responded, "It can imitate everything, Master Harry."
Satisfied, Harry quickly made his way back to the entrance of the isolated world within the Enchanted Haven Briefcase. Leaving the miniaturized forest and its mystical inhabitants behind, he emerged in his room at Slytherin House. The familiar green and silver hues greeted him as he settled onto his bed. With a focused thought, he transported himself into the Virtual Room, a place of endless possibilities and magical innovation.
The Virtual Room, as always, was a marvel of magical technology. It replicated a spacious, well-lit laboratory, equipped with every conceivable potion ingredient and brewing apparatus. The walls were lined with virtual bookshelves, each filled with tomes of magical knowledge, their pages fluttering in a nonexistent breeze. At the center stood a large cauldron, its surface gleaming under the magical luminescence of the room.
Waving his hand, Harry cleared out the room, and he began to float in the air in an endless white space. It was a blank canvas for his experimentations, a place where he could explore the depths of his newfound abilities without the constraints of the physical world. He felt the distinct voices of the Thunderbird, the serpentine hisses of Parseltongue, and the melodious tones of the Unicorns swirling in his mind, each holding a unique magical essence, keys that could unlock new realms of spellcraft.
Harry decided to start with Parseltongue, the language that had been his companion for as long as he could remember. He whispered a few words, feeling the sibilant sounds slither through the air. The room responded, the white space rippling as if reacting to the inherent magic of the language.
Harry cautiously attempted to speak a few words in Parseltongue, but he soon realized that merely uttering magical phrases in these languages didn't result in casting spells. The process of performing magic was more intricate than just speaking words. He pondered the purpose of using Latin or other mysterious languages in spellcasting. If speaking in any language could trigger magic, wouldn't everyday conversations lead to accidental spells? There had to be a deeper, more nuanced connection between the words spoken, one's intent, and the magical energies at play.
"Hmm, not as easy as saying 'open sesame,' is it?" Nigel chimed in, his voice tinged with a hint of mirth.
Harry smirked slightly at Nigel's comment. "Seems like we have our work cut out for us."
He decided to start his experimentation process methodically, beginning with Parseltongue for its familiarity. He carefully pronounced the word for "light" in the serpentine language, but instead of the expected glow of the Lumos spell, the room remained unchanged.
"Master Harry. Casting spells is a symphony of components—words, intent, and wand movements, among others. The language is but one part of the whole," Nigel replied, his tone serious yet reassuring. "Seems like thunder doesn't always bring a storm," Nigel remarked, a light quip to ease the growing tension.
Harry couldn't help but let out a short laugh. Nigel's humor was a welcome distraction from his growing frustration. "Indeed. Let's try the Unicorn's language next. Maybe there's some magic in purity." As he tested, he failed one after another.
Harry leaned back, considering their findings. "So, it's not just about the language. There's a reason wizards and witches use specific incantations, a reason rooted in the very nature of magic itself."
"Indeed, Master Harry. Each language has its intrinsic power, its unique resonance with the magical world. But spells are meticulously crafted. They're more than just words; they're formulas, carefully balanced equations of language, intent, and will," Nigel explained.
Harry once again shook his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Not so hasty, Nigel. I don't want my spell to work," he said, pausing to gather his thoughts.
Nigel, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, replied, "You should have said so. I can easily prevent your magic from working in this room."
Harry rolled his eyes. "That's not what I mean. I don't want to just achieve success in casting a spell in Parseltongue. I want to understand how it works, to analyze the reason behind it. I have a theory."
Nigel felt his virtual heart palpitate, the excitement of discovery always a thrill, even for an AI. "What is that, Master Harry?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of agitation. This kid…
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