Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 26 Memory and Horcruxes

On a clear night, the sky is full of stars shining, like countless bright silver beads, densely embedded in the dark night.

But the strange thing is that the moonlight that should have been bright and clear was actually graceful, and in the hazy light and mist, there was an abnormal redness, as if a blood-stained hand gently brushed across the moonlight.

A ray of brisk wind rushed from the vast and boundless forbidden forest to the castle. It gently pushed open the window sash of Amosta, and the red moonlight took the opportunity to sneak in, rendering a bright red halo on the dark brown floor of the dormitory.

The stone box placed on the desk has been opened halfway. The box seems to have the magic power to swallow the light. The light from the candlestick hits in but no trace escapes. Therefore, the other half of the box is still dark, and it is impossible to see clearly what is inside. something happened.

Amosta leaned on the back of the chair, focusing his eyes on the thumb-sized glass bottle he was pinching with his fingers. The silver mist shining in the bottle was slowly rotating, like a rotating galaxy.

This is a bottle of memory that has been stripped away. The owner of the memory is Amosta, but he doesn't know when he left this thing behind.

This morning, when Professor McGonagall met Harry Potter, a message automatically popped up in his mind. The message told him that he had hidden something very important under the floor of the dormitory. Once the memory recovered, he must get it back immediately. The condition to trigger the message is to see Harry Potter with his own eyes.

Why did I set such a condition back then?
Amosta stared at the gorgeous silver mist, thinking about this question, suddenly, his heart beat faster, and thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that the memory here is related to the plot of Harry Potter? Over the years, the reason why I have been unable to recall the plot of Harry Potter in my previous life is that I stripped this memory with my own hands?"

Amosta murmured, but then he shook his head again, denying his guess just now.

What is the biggest advantage of the traverser is nothing more than knowing the plot in advance.

Knowing the plot means that you can avoid all dangers in advance and benefit yourself. No matter what happens, Amosta believes that he will not give up such a huge advantage.

In fact, Amosta can directly integrate this memory, so that his doubts can be answered, but he is cautious not to try it lightly.

Memory represents a person's past and experiences, and it can even change a person's personality to a certain extent. Amosta is not even sure whether the piece of information in his mind was left by him back then, or was it taken by someone else. Forcibly instilled with memory magic.

If it is the latter, then the caster must have expected that after seeing that piece of information, he will retrieve it and integrate it into his memory. If he implants some false information in his memory to deliberately mislead his behavior
Of course, those who have the ability to forcibly extract his memory and modify it don't need to go through all this trouble. Perhaps it would be much simpler to directly control his actions with magic.

But Amosta still couldn't ignore this possibility. He was not as strong as he is today when he was still in school, and it was not impossible for him to be black-handed.

After hesitating for a long time, Amosta still decided to temporarily give up integrating memory. His attainment in memory magic is not outstanding. If the memory in the bottle is modified by a master who specializes in memory magic, he may not have the vision to detect it. Taking risks, the more appropriate way is to find a memory master to help you make an appraisal.

Is there a master of memory magic in Hogwarts?
Amosta thought, Dumbledore must be one, but unless he drank two bowls of Felicia in succession, he would definitely not make such a stupid choice.

After putting away the memory bottle close to his body, Amosta stood up and pulled off the half-covered stone cover. He quietly stared at the contents in the box. The rippling candlelight hit his face, making his expression look like Obscure.

One of the four giants who founded Hogwarts thousands of years ago, and the founder of Ravenclaw House - Rowena Ravenclaw's beloved object during his lifetime, the treasure that represents the two beautiful qualities of calmness and wisdom is lying quietly at the bottom of the box.

However, this treasure is now a piece of rubbish that has been split in half with black and dry scabs on its surface.

Ravenclaw's diadem had been lost for thousands of years. Amosta didn't know how much effort it took Voldemort to find it, but he was extremely indignant at Voldemort's behavior of making such a treasure into a Horcrux.

Amosta can imagine, if this thing appears in the underground world, what kind of waves it will cause. Countless wizards of the ancient school with the same source of magical power as the Big Four will probably be willing to exchange all their wealth for it, even at the cost of bloodbath The Malfoy family, apparently the wealthiest in the wizarding world, just wanted to scrape together enough Galleons to buy it.

Obviously, there is only one step away from realizing the freedom of wealth, but he has to personally destroy this opportunity. Thinking about it now, Amosta feels blocked in his heart.

Speaking of destroying the crown with his own hands, it is another question worth pondering.

Amosta clearly remembers how he discovered the crown, and he can also feel the remnants of Fiendfire on the crown permeating his magic power. However, the memory of destroying the crown is blurred. As for why such a phenomenon occurred Situation, the answer is probably in the small bottle of memory just now.

"Restore as usual!"

Amosta pointed at the crown with his wand, and the two old faded crowns lying in the palm of his hand trembled for a while, and then returned to calm.

This is not surprising. Although the powerful black magic attached to the crown by the Horcrux has been melted by Amostar's fierce fire, the crown itself still contains strange magic power. It is not easy to restore a legendary magic item with powerful magic power. Such a simple thing.

"Does the crown really have the magical power to endow the bearer with unimaginable wisdom as the rumors say?" Amosta guessed.

At least Voldemort certainly didn't discover the power of the crown itself back then, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a reckless act.

"Keep it away for now," Amosta said to herself, "Try using adhesive to stick the crown together another day, maybe those secret witches with abnormal minds won't be able to see it!"

The cold air outside the house and the warm air inside formed a convection current, and the strong wind slammed the open window sash to the ground. Amosta walked to the window and closed it. With good eyesight, he accidentally saw an oil lamp shaking. The ground floated out of the Forbidden Forest, bumping towards Hagrid's cabin.

"--It should be Hermione Granger who told Hagrid about my return to Hogwarts as an Inquisitor, but I'm afraid he mistook it for the Ministry of Magic. Something is wrong,"

Amosta frowned suddenly, carefully recalling the scene when they met in the morning.

Hagrid seemed nervous about the news, but it was strange, why was he nervous, did he think the Ministry of Magic ordered me to go back to Hogwarts to trouble Dumbledore?

Or, did he actually know something about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, or even have a direct connection?

Amosta pursed her lips and looked at Hagrid's cabin with deep eyes.

After thinking for a while, Amosta looked at the room not far away from the tower that was still lit with candlelight and shook his head. Just like what Professor Snape said, Dumbledore may not be as noble as people think, but he is indeed not. Allowing someone to hurt the students in the school, the trust he showed in Hagrid was enough to show that Hagrid was not suspected.

"Mr. Principal should be collecting the Horcruxes of the Dark Lord by now."

Amostar drew the curtains, and muttered as he walked back, "If he is willing to take back the broken Horcrux, I can pay a fair price for Professor Snape's sake!"





(End of this chapter)