Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

"If they can't learn it, don't teach them."

Dumbledore said so.

"If you agree to what I just said about not using those two clone spells publicly, I can open the restricted book area to you... and I can lend you another small thing, which can prevent your learning efficiency from declining too much. .”

Travis' eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.

In fact, Travis has already read all the valuable books in the public area of ​​the library. What he still has avatars reading in the library are actually "extracurricular readings" such as travel notes, miscellaneous notes, and autobiographies.

It has no practical effect, it just expands your horizons.

"This deal is quite a deal for me, but can I ask what that little thing is that can improve learning efficiency?" Travis asked.

"A very magical thing, you will not be disappointed...but it is not in my hands now."

Dumbledore blinked mysteriously.

"Well, if you agree to this... deal, then I will announce that the mirror twin spell you invented has major flaws when all the teachers and students get together for a dinner on Halloween and ban all teachers and students from learning this magic. After the dinner I will give you that thing, and open the restricted book area...but you can only take one book at a time, and you need to register."

Travis thought for a moment and determined that there was no language trap.

It's not a big deal if he just registers. He's not looking for the darkest black magic like Horcruxes... although he has a little bit of interest in it.

"can."

Travis nodded in agreement.

Regarding Dumbledore's worries, Dumbledore made it very clear, and Travis understood even more clearly that they were just worried about being imitated by Voldemort.

However, it was somewhat beyond Dumbledore's expectations that Travis agreed so quickly and without asking any questions. Dumbledore couldn't help but look at Travis a few more times.

After making the agreement, Travis said goodbye to Dumbledore. He didn't want to stay here lest Dumbledore try to take advantage of his big baby again, not to mention that he also needed to deal with this big baby.

After trotting away from the castle, Travis ran to the lake, took out the big baby and threw it hard.

puff~

As the big baby entered the water, Travis breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's safe now. No matter what hidden dangers there are, they are not on me!"

Slapping his hands, Travis turned back and prepared to go back to the dormitory to sleep.

It was so exciting tonight, he had to take it easy.

However, what Travis didn't know was that not long after he left, Dumbledore appeared by the river, holding the big treasure he threw into the lake.

"You threw this away yourself, I picked it up."

Dumbledore grunted and played with it curiously.

Touching the ring that Travis mentioned before, Dumbledore hesitated.

Pull ~

"Can't you pull it?"

Dumbledore frowned, feeling that something was not simple.

Thinking again about what Travis had asked him before, Dumbledore held the grip with his hand this time.

Still no response.

After thinking about it again, Dumbledore held the handle and pulled the tab again. This time he not only pulled it, but also pulled out the safety bolt connected to the tab a little bit.

Slowly pull out the entire safety bolt.

"Why is there still no response?"

Dumbledore scratched his head, puzzled.

"Forget it, just ask Travis directly later."

Thinking of this, Dumbledore decided to "return the property to its original owner", so he threw the big treasure into the water and turned around to leave.

Six seconds later...

Bang! ! !

Dumbledore turned around and opened his mouth blankly. His hair, beard and clothes were all wet by the water flying in the sky.

And glasses.

"This... is amazing!"

Dumbledore let out an exclamation, then stood there deep in thought.

Half a minute later, Travis came over panting and saw Dumbledore, who was like a drowned rat, heaving a sigh of relief.

"FCUK! I thought some sand tea blew me up! I was shocked!"

Dumbledore turned around and moved his lips slightly, about to say something, but saw that Travis had turned away and waved back to him as he walked.

"I told you a long time ago that you can't play with that thing at your age. If you don't do it next time, don't kill yourself."

After saying what seemed like a scolding, Travis suddenly accelerated and disappeared without a trace. He didn't want to be entangled with Dumbledore, especially at this time.

Now Dumbledore needs to cool down, and it would be best to pour lake water into his head to cool down his brain.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and ignorant people are fearless! It seems that I have to hide those things tightly. If Dumbledore is really killed, who will date Voldemort!"

Thinking of this, Travis couldn't help but speed up a little more.

Modern weapons are very powerful, but they are not perfect, especially when dealing with magic.

For example, Transfiguration.

If used directly on the pistol, the function of the pistol will be immediately disabled.

The same goes for grenades. Even if they are thrown out, they will still fire once they are hit by the transformation spell - in theory.

Moreover, the magic world also has the magical ability of escaping by apparating, which is very difficult to hit when faced head-on.

Of course, once hit, except for Voldemort, the guy with the immortal buff, all other wizards will definitely die.

Running all the way back to the dormitory, the fat lady came back at some point. She was obviously not there when she went out.

After entering the dormitory smoothly, Travis immediately pulled out his suitcase from under the bed, took out things from inside and began to scatter and hide them.

There are many cardboard boxes here, and it is easy to hide a grenade or a box of ammunition in a cardboard box.

To be on the safe side, Travis stuffed things into the surrounding boxes erratically. Anyway, he could look through his memories at any time and didn't have to worry about not finding them when he needed them.

"Travis? What are you doing?"

Neville asked after being awakened by the sound of Travis moving boxes back and forth.

"Nothing, I'm catching mice."

"Oh, yawn ~ good luck to you."

Travis:…

Do you believe this? ? ?

Wait, there seems to be a real rat in the dormitory!

"Although because of Meowth, Ron protected the mouse in a cage, so the mouse was not present when I taught him and Harry."

"But will Ron learn from that rat secretly during practice?"

Travis stopped what he was doing to think about killing the rat while Ron was away.

After thinking for three seconds, Travis continued to hide things.

"So what if I learned it? Not to mention that mouse, what if Voldemort learned it? Even if I can't kill his soul, I still can't beat his body into a sieve? It's just a waste of bullets, what a big deal!"

While thinking about it, Travis continued to stuff bullets into the cardboard box.

One box, two boxes, three boxes, four boxes...

After stuffing the bullets, Travis took out another rifle from the suitcase and began to disassemble it. He disassembled it into parts and hid them in cardboard boxes.

Then he took out a submachine gun.

Take out another handful...

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