Hogwarts: The Book of Laws.

Back in the common room, Arthur spent the morning meditating.

Along with the outline of the lines, he increasingly understood the meaning of spiritual laws.

Such as the negative emotions that can arise during meditation.

These emotions are also part of the soul.

In many cases, casting magic often requires emotional guidance.

As long as these are overcome, after the spell is formed, you can think rationally without being disturbed by other factors.

At the same time, you can use these emotionally smooth spells to cast spells, or cast them on others through "dreams" to create nightmares for them.

This is what Helga means by "deep control over one's own soul."

At this time, Arthur had an idea, that is, could a secret society be established in school?

This idea had already occurred to him before he entered school, but a series of events that occurred after arriving at Hogwarts caught him off guard.

In addition, the club's confidentiality could not be guaranteed and it could easily be discovered, so it was shelved for a long time.

But last night in the portrait, Helga's spell that could make people fall asleep reawakened this idea.

Who says societies have to be established in reality? !

Can't it be done in a dream? !

Since spiritual law magic can pull people into dreams.

Then I can construct a dream myself first, and then pull a few or dozens of people into this dream!

These people can communicate with each other in dreams!And due to the characteristics of dreams, Arthur can also hide the identities of the participants!

Just like the 'Holy Knights'!

These people will not be able to know the identities of other people in reality, greatly reducing the risk of leaks!

Is there a more secretive method than this?

Arthur became excited. The only difficulty now was whether the 'Dream Spell' could pull multiple people into the same dream!

He decided to ask Helga again tonight.

After exiting the spiritual world, Arthur left the dormitory and went to the restaurant for lunch.

After asking Nesta in the restaurant if the flying lesson went well, and chatting with Cedric about this morning's news, he went to the Room of Requirement and continued to study the ancient runes.

It wasn't until dinner time that he ended his retreat and met the Weasley brothers in the corridor.

They seemed to be looking for Arthur too.

"Arthur, why are you here?" George asked doubtfully.

"I don't have class this afternoon, so I'm just wandering around." Arthur said casually, "What's wrong, George? Is something okay?"

The two brothers looked at each other, and Fred asked: "Arthur, have you received Professor Barebone's letter?"

"About the confinement?" Arthur pondered, "Not yet, but he said it would happen two days ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, an owl flew into the corridor and came to them.

Then the owl turned into a light yellow letter and fell from the air into Arthur's hands.

"Oh, that's it!" Fred pointed at the letter and said, "Open it and take a look!"

Arthur opened the letter and it read:

Mr. Arthur Curry, your confinement is scheduled for 10 o'clock this Friday night. At that time, please go to the Black Forest with Miss Clydia Bursted and meet me at the entrance. ——Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Odense Barebone.

"Black Forest?" Arthur muttered.

"Yes! This letter is almost exactly the same as ours!" George said.

"But the time and participants are different," Fred spread his hands, "We are on Thursday, that is, tomorrow, with Flint!"

Arthur raised his eyebrows and said, "Separate us?"

"It seems so..." George said in an unhappy tone, "I really don't want to be with Flint."

"Hey, that's not the point." Fred emphasized, "We are going to the Black Forest! It's still at ten o'clock in the evening!"

"There's nothing wrong with this. It's just a night trip. Professor Baribone won't let anything happen to us!" George didn't care about this. He just hated Flint.

"Maybe he grouped them like this just to let us reconcile with each other?" Arthur guessed.

"This is absolutely impossible!" George said exaggeratedly, "Don't even think about it, we and Flint are inseparable!"

"Unless he kneels down and begs for mercy!" Fred continued.

"Okay." Arthur smacked his lips. It seemed that they had more than just grievances between the colleges. "Then when you finish tomorrow night, remember to tell me what the confinement is about."

"no problem!"

"Don't worry, let's explore the path first!"

The Weasley brothers happily agreed, then said goodbye to Arthur and walked towards Gryffindor.

Arthur went to the dining room first to get a pie and pumpkin juice, then returned to the common room.

He didn't know what Baribone wanted to do. Not only was he separated from the confinement, but he also wanted to go to the Black Forest. He sat on the sofa and chewed a pie and thought about it.

At this time, Cedric came over mysteriously, with his hands in his robe, and he didn't know what he took.

The corners of Arthur's mouth twitched, fearing that he was going to show him a big treasure.

"Arthur, I found it," he whispered.

"What did you find?" Arthur asked strangely.

Cedric giggled and took out his hand from his robe. It was two bright rose leaves!

"Where did you find it? This thing doesn't seem to be available in school." Arthur was a little amazed at Cedric's efficiency.

"Ahem, don't tell anyone else." Cedric coughed dryly and whispered,

"This morning, I saw the owl sent Jason a bouquet of roses. They seemed to have been freshly picked, and there was still dew on them. They fit the bill perfectly! So I borrowed two..."

Jason is a Hufflepuff prefect and is in his sixth year.

"Oh, that's right! Was that rose given to him by someone else, or was he planning to give it to someone else?" Arthur asked curiously.

Because in his impression, Jason was handsome and had excellent grades. There were countless girls in school who had a crush on him, but he seemed to have never been involved in scandals.

Cedric hesitated for a moment, then leaned into his ear and said:

"I was in the common room at noon and I saw Jason writing a card: 'Dear, although we are not blessed by most people, the rose represents my heart...'."

"This is a love letter!" Arthur instantly ignited the fire of gossip, "Who is my dear, and who is his dear?"

"I don't know." Cedric shook his head, "I can't see clearly what's behind."

Then he said with some guilt: "Arthur, it should be fine if I just take two leaves... I see that the bouquet of flowers is very lush and has many leaves! There are 99 of them!"

"99 pieces?!" Arthur was shocked, "You even counted them on purpose?!"

"No, that's what it says in the love letter, '99 roses tell my heart.'" Cedric said without knowing why. "I still feel strange, why does it have to be 99? 97 is fine too."

The corners of Arthur's mouth twitched and he said: "Sed, I think you are going to die..."

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