 Poor attempt at catching up Wowza!
My-ro-ro.
MY-RO-RO.
He'd repeated the spell out loud several times. So many that Levi thought if he told someone it was his middle name, he'd sound convincing enough. But when the time came to try it out in the tree very little other than his own frustration came pouring out. Which translated on spark, which he was quick to direct at the floor.
No need to do any sort of damage, however minor and unconsciously done, to Myers' latest treasure.
"Maeroro."
Nope.
"Maeroro."
Try again.
"MAERORO!"
........A leaf stirred and surely that ought to count for something.
"Interrogation." If frustration leaked a little bit into his voice, well--there was nothing to be done about it now that it was out. "Some wizards are strong enough to resist vertiaserum and repel attempts at legilimens from others. From law enforcement officials." He lowered his wand momentarily to look at the Herbology professor. "It's impressive, really, how strong our minds can be. But the tears of the Weeping Willow are stronger, surely. And if the person is given a dose of them, even a very minor one, then--" a shrug, perhaps to lighten his own words. "--the criminal in question would be too busy drowning in their own sorrows to resist much else."
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