From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Although Hermione's proposal sounds scary, it didn't take long for the three of them to start discussing it as if they had finished their homework in the past.

"First is the question of how the memory is lost," Hermione took out two large tome from the book she carried with her. "I have been studying this recently. I thought it would be a problem of adding magic to the crown. , Now it seems, it should be man-made."

She opened the first book and pointed to one of the lines--

[Memory is one of the most precious treasures of wizards, and those spells aimed at memory have always been one of the most difficult to master. Regardless of whether the spell focuses on attack or defense, even if it is a top wizard without sufficient talent It is difficult to use these spells proficiently. 】

"I have tried it myself. I can hardly release similar spells. Even after a long time of practice, my level may only be mastered," Hermione was confident. "So, I don't think Hogwarts How many people will master the related spells."

"God," Harry looked at these two books with instincts that killed people and needed to be carefully distinguished. "Are you busy with this these days?"

"Of course," Hermione raised her head, "that's a whole month of memory!"

"Well, it seems that the scope of the investigation has been extremely reduced," Harry didn't answer, and he didn't lose his memory among the three of them. "But how do you check now?"

——

‘The last few shifts have been night shifts,’ Lockhart counted against the rotation table. He had completely entered the state of visiting the reclusive wizards before, and began to plan how to wash himself away from the last suspicion.

As one of the professors at Hogwarts, he is of course also on the list of professors guarding the entrance to the secret room, but every time he is guarded, there will be two colleagues. When he does it, he must first put the colleague down, and then wash his own. Suspect.

This means that he has only one chance to do it, and he should try not to do it at night.

‘It’s normal for students and professors to walk on campus during the day, but at night, the changes are too great. ’

"The attacker must be recognized by the school," Lockhart calculated. "He must have the qualifications to sneak attack on three professors. It is obviously impossible for strange students to come in. The whole school can let three professors at the same time. There are not many students who let go of their guards...'

‘Well, I have to prepare him with props that Dumbledore can believe,’ Rohatra opened the drawer, ‘Although this is a treasure, it’s time to give it up. ’

Although his heart was full of reluctance, Lockhart's hand was as smooth as opening a fan letter when he was operating it, and he didn't even tremble.

‘Necessary price,’ he nodded—he had understood this since he was studying at Hogwarts.

In order to make big news, he almost went bankrupt when he hired an owl to send himself greeting cards-that was hundreds of owls that needed to be bought!

‘It was all my savings at that time,’ he stroked the diary with his hand, ‘and this is nothing more than a step forward for me. ’

The diary opened sharply.

"Lockhart, what are you going to do!!!"

The black, bold and enlarged note appeared on the diary at an unprecedented speed, causing Lockhart to laugh.

"Goodbye."

He waved his left hand and said softly, then raised his wand and pointed it at the diary—"Forget it!"

The spell he was most confident and powerful had worked as always.

The original blank pages of the diary suddenly showed black text, but the grammar logic was not smooth, the bytes kept beating and reorganizing and then disappearing, and then a batch of new letters came out.

"But so."

Lockhart put away his wand, quite satisfied with the effect of his spell.

After so many years, his memory spells have never failed-it was so in the past, it is so now, and it will undoubtedly be so in the future.

‘I don’t know if I reopen it now, will this book still remember Dumbledore? ’

Such curious thoughts surfaced in his mind, but Lockhart gave up after thinking about it. He has an urgent time and needs to find an excellent tool that can attract all eyes. He has no time to continue playing with this diary. Go down.

——

"I don't know how well Professor McGonagall's investigation has been done."

In the library, William flipped through the basilisk-related information, pretending to be quite serious.

"It was me who called Ron out," he spread out the book, thinking in his mind, "it was also me who found the crown. If I were the murderer, of course I wouldn't care about William. It's a pity that there are too many people in the school. There is no way to counter reconnaissance."

He turned the pages of the book again and took a perfunctory look.

[Snake-Laoqiang is one of the symbols of the dark wizard-although not every dark wizard has the Snake-Laoqie, communication with snakes has always been recognized as one of the symbols of the dark wizard. 】

‘Bullshit,’ William rolled his eyes, ‘Can anyone publish a book? Do you think you are a certain encyclopedia, can you edit it as an individual? ’

Although he has never mastered snake language, William does not believe that that language does not have the effect of black magic. It is just a relatively unique language-giant language, giant monster language... the messy language of the magic world adds up to enough for one person. How many of those who have been studying for a lifetime are weaker than snakes?

Can a dementor communicate with people? When it comes to black magic, is there anything more like black magic than communicating with a dementor?

'wait! ’

William suddenly realized something was wrong-was it to communicate with the snake, or could he order the snake?

The language of communication is not magic, but commands are undoubtedly black magic.

But there was no more relevant content at the back of the book, which made William couldn't help but roll his eyes-he turned back to the cover of the book and began to check its name.

‘A book about snakes—it’s a mess. ’

He shook his head, and then got up and went to Mrs. Pins's side-if the so-called snake talk is an order rather than understanding, he thinks how the murderer controls the basilisk has been quite thoroughly exposed.

‘It’s a pity, I can still learn snake language if Snake Voice is not a command.’

He shook his head and continued to pretend to study the basilisk.

——

"The most commonly used memory protection spell is the brain closure spell. Although it is less difficult to master than other spells, it is still terribly difficult."

In the student lounge, Hermione is spreading knowledge to her friends.

"So does this have anything to do with how we check?"

Ron looked puzzled.

"Of course," Hermione looked serious. "The more you understand memory magic, the more you understand the horror of memory being controlled by other people."

"So," she waved her hand vigorously, "everyone who is proficient in memory magic has a level beyond ordinary people in Occlumency."

"I still don't understand."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Simply put, as long as we use things that seriously interfere with the level of judgment, then whoever has mastered the superb Occlumency can clearly find out."

"But we don't remember spells. What you said is hard to master."

Harry was also confused.

"Potion." Hermione smiled confidently. "Just use the potion. Although Snape is not quite right, a good bottle of potion can achieve the effect we want, and even give We have more surprises."

"What potion?"

"Ecstasy." Hermione blushed a little, but immediately converged. "Of course, it is a variant of Ecstasy. It is often used as a variant of perfume."

"You know, the ecstasy will remind people of the taste they like. If you change the recipe of the potion a little, you will get a taste that is less irritating and that will still be liked..." Hermione gushed. As he talked, he began to popularize science with two friends.

"Stop, Hermione," Harry said weakly, "but we don't have a psychedelic, let alone a variant of it."

"I can boil it, the ingredients are not difficult, I know someone is selling this."

"Who would sell those contraband in the castle?"

"You don't need to care about this." Hermione interrupted the question angrily, "but my slightly improved prescription may be too irritating. When you two use it, you should pay attention to it, because it may cause other disturbances. Come."

——

"A difficult choice."

Lockhart selected from the roster of students. Although he wanted to bring the colleague named William to his back, but considering the other party’s strength of the sneak attack and the luck of discovering Ravenclaw’s crown, he In the end, this choice was abandoned.

"Because I remembered Ginny Weasley, the former murderer and victim who came to ask Professor Lockhart for advice, the famous Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger who is always the first grade..."

Who do you choose?

It makes perfect sense for these people to go to the professor for help, and the professor will not be so suspicious. Under the outbreak, it makes perfect sense to let the three professors down.

In the end Lockhart chose Harry with difficulty.

"Maybe there is still news. The savior was bewitched and attacked the professor. Poor Professor Lockhart was attacked unpreparedly." He considered the headline of the news happily.

"It sounds better than being brought down by a first- or second-year student."

‘Then, that’s it. Harry Potter found Dumbledore’s lost book, opened the Slytherin’s secret room, and was bewitched to attack the professor. ’

"How to deal with the basilisk?"

"Can't kill, erased Harry's memory, and made it look like he failed the test and his memory was cleansed. It makes sense." Lockhart compiled the details and perfected the story little by little. "His two little friends found out. Harry was wrong, but when he was about to stop it, Harry's sneak attack erased his memory, so that no one knows whether Harry is unusual or not."

"Another investigation report, secretly placed in the drawer, it says Professor Lockhart’s investigation of the secret room-half of it is written in the drawer. The poor Professor Lockhart who was attacked didn’t find it until he looked through his drawer. Previous investigation report."

"There is a gimmick for the new book!"

"Professor Lockhart, who had forgotten everything after being attacked, added a perfect secret room attack based on his own memories and speculation!"

"Hogwarts, Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter, Professor Lockhart quadruple bonus! Perfect idea, genius idea!"

"Lockhart, you must be a great man!"

He even applauded himself.

This series of perfect plans came from his hands, and the most critical part is to be realized by his magic!

"By the way, when you attack yourself, you can do a little bit of tricks and wash away the previous sneak attacks, and only keep a record in a way you know. In this way, even if someone doubts, you can use your own memory to lose it. Come to veto!"

Even the whitewashing was done together, so there is no need to worry about any mistakes!

Lockhart, you really are a great man!

——

"Hermione, is it really okay?"

"no problem!"

Hermione said categorically that the three of them were waiting in the responsive house at the moment. The variant of the pot of ecstasy was cooked on the fire nearby, and it looked quite beautiful.

Yes, the twins were also pulled in, so the three of them also knew the location.

"Hermione, really okay?"

Fred glanced at the potion in the pot, a little distrustful, and asked again.

"I'm sure." Hermione repeated it again, confident in her face.

"Okay," George shook his head. "You didn't pull Ginny in, did you?"

"No, don't worry about using it. Ginny is only in the first grade. We won't let her participate in this kind of thing." Hermione promised again. "Think about it. I lose a month's memory at a time. Is it such a prank? Don’t you want to retaliate when it happened to you?"

"Actually, it's okay, at least if you fail the exam, you can rest assured to tell mom..."

George whispered, but the movement in his hand did not stop, and he took out the utensils prepared in advance, "Is it just sprayed on his body?"

"Yes, but it's hot." Hermione explained, "The fire can't be stopped. It will only take two hours to leave the heated potion~www.NovelMTL.com~ so the four of you should be in contact with enough during this time. People, come and find students or professors who can resist this potion."

"professor?"

Ron hesitated.

"That's much more interesting." George responded without replying, using his wand to draw out a potion, then put it in the bottle, and spray it carefully on his body. Fred followed him and sprayed it on his body. .

"Meet here in two hours." Fred waved his hand. "We'll have to go to confinement again. The confinement is not over yet..."

"You two, hurry up too." Hermione urged Harry and the others, and then carefully observed the potion.

"If you have a visibly resisting or skeptical look, write down their names." She ordered the two again, and then drove them out.

"There should be no problems. The sales of ecstasy among girls are more than I know. The school does not check it strictly. Although I have increased the dose, it is okay."

'a? Student or professor? Why did he deprive him of memory? ’