Hogwarts Archmage

Ma En put down the earth wall, and the little wizard underneath was already in a mess, clamoring that he was going to die.

"Margaery, there is a way to restore their memories..."

Margaery shook her head, but it wasn't that she couldn't handle so many people, but...

"Wizards are sensitive to magic spells. Once their parents find out that their children's memories have been modified many times, there will definitely be problems. It is better to just let them go back. At least there is a way to explain the last modification."

"This will cause panic. No one knows what else happened in the two hours stolen with the time turner that no one has any memory of."

"At least it's much better than making random guesses about what the school did."

Their voices were not loud, and only a few people on the stage could hear them. Marn first grabbed Draco to check, and then wrapped the hundreds of students in the entire venue with a sheet of flame.

I have to say that the so-called seeds are very stubborn. It took Marn more than an hour to process them simultaneously. Professor McGonagall, who was waiting outside, couldn't wait to come in. After Mrs. Hoqi briefly talked to her, McGonagall left in a hurry to find Dumbledore.

Principal Maxim happened to be there too, and several people came here together.

"He is a complete lunatic! Those people actually found such a person as their leader!"

Maxim's face was full of anger. She had already experienced an attack, so she knew the tone of this group of people very well, and she did not blame Hogwarts for not doing a good job of protecting it.

"Professor, the next project..." Marn walked to Dumbledore and asked.

"The game continues as usual. The fierce competition can make them quickly ignore this matter. When the game is over, there will be only one legend left. Of course, you will have to work harder in the later stage and you will not be able to participate in the game."

Marn nodded. There was nothing that could be done about it. What Dumbledore said did make sense. If the game were stopped now, the idle little wizards would become crazy and suspicious, and finally ferment this matter into a horror story. , they may even suspect that they have been replaced by someone else, or are dead.

After comforting the little wizards again and telling them that there was no problem, the four people from the Black Tea House walked out first.

They were not in the mood to go to the auditorium to participate in the "big dinner", but went back to the house, knowing that the auditorium today would be very lively... or rather noisy.

Margaery continued to write her own textbook, while the other two girls helped her turn over the books, and Marne checked out Peter Pettigrew's condition through the fireball he stuffed into his chest.

This unlucky guy...how should I put it, is quite unlucky.

I hadn't observed him for too long, and now he was lying in a confined space with injuries all over his body.

Marn repaired his potentially fatal internal injuries to a maintainable state, and his breathing became much smoother: "Is... is it Mr. Langley?"

This guy seemed to sense it and said in a low voice.

"It's me, how are you doing now?"

"I was interrogated by Voldemort's men. I was the only one who escaped from that place. He must think there is something wrong with me. Don't worry, after I get through this, I can really sneak into his side. Then I will provide you with Location."

Ma En was silent for a moment, and then said: "Pay attention to safety. When you really can't bear it, use your magic power to touch this fireball. I can at least help you heal some injuries..."

"No, no, no, only these injuries can make them believe in me... They won't really let me die. I still have some use."

"Okay, be careful."

A voice came from far outside: "Peter, what are you talking to yourself about?"

Pettigrew quickly crawled to the corner, took out a wand from the cracks in the bricks on the ground, and nodded at his head. After taking a breath, although he forgot what happened just now, he quickly inserted the wand again. When he went back, he lay on the ground and looked like he was dying...

This is not an act, but he is really weak.

At this time, the man came over with two of his men. Ma En did not withdraw his gaze in a hurry. The voice was familiar. He continued to look at it, and then became a little confused.

It's Comptin.

He suddenly remembered what Comptin said just now, "You don't know how much black magic they have studied to deal with you."

Comptin looked into Peter's eyes for a while: "No problem..."

Then he turned his head and said to his subordinates: "I guess he is suffering from severe injuries and is hallucinating. Feed him some healing potions to prevent him from really dying."

The men turned and left.

He then said to another follower: "Go and find him a quilt. I have his wand here. I'm afraid he will freeze to death at night..."

"Yes, sir."

Both of them left. Comptin stared at Pettigrew silently for a while, and then suddenly said: "You are so pitiful, Peter."

Pettigrew struggled to raise his head and glanced at him: "What are you talking about? You jailor, wait until I get out..."

"Yes, when you come out, you will return to Voldemort, and you will be able to accomplish what you want to accomplish. It won't be a big deal to take revenge on me..."

Peter looked at him in shock: "You actually..."

"You actually called him by his first name? What's that? He's just a lunatic."

There was another sound of footsteps in the distance. It should be that the men he had sent out were walking back. Comptin raised his wand and said: "Your memory spell is too bad. It is full of flaws. I will teach you when I have time." Occlumency, so at least you don’t have to cast forgetfulness spells on yourself all the time. If you use that thing too much, you will forget it.”

"you…"

"Everything is forgotten..."

A guy holding a tattered quilt in his hand appeared in Computing's sight from the corner: "Sir, I only found these."

"That's enough. This is a dark prison, not a star-rated hotel."

Not long after, another subordinate appeared in front of him with several tubes of medicine.

Comptin used his wand to direct the medicine in the test tube to fly into Pettigrew's mouth, and then threw the tattered quilt in through the crack of the door. He looked at Peter who was gradually recovering and sighed.

"Sir, what's wrong?" A very discerning subordinate said in time.

He looked at Pettigrew and said: "I just sighed. We are fighting here. In the eyes of those big people, it is actually a game. And what about those big people? Will they one day find that they have been deeply involved in the game? Are you unable to extricate yourself? In other words, if you want to jump out, you can only pay the price with your life..."

For some reason, Ma En always felt that his eyes were looking at her.