I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 451 Weapon - Forgotten

Controlling Camelot is anything but simple.

This kind of magic prop is not just a matter of waving a wand to make it work like an arm.

Although it does not have a complex operating platform like a Muggle ship, with dozens or hundreds of buttons, it requires several people to operate it in coordination.

The magic is simpler, but this is Merlin's work after all, and the technology used is morning magic - it is still somewhat different from modern magic spells.

To operate it requires a complex set of ancient runic command 'programs'.

——She used to be my lover.

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"Zhang Xiaolin——" Sirius couldn't pronounce the name easily.

Sirius ignored them. There was nothing for them to do now. Finding a way out required brains, not brute force.

It caught his attention at that time.

More people repeated the move.

"Don't you have an operating manual?" he asked.

Sirius frowned.

"Miss Zhang?"

Having more people doesn't necessarily help.

Sirius didn't want to stay here for decades.

The huge force directly smashed Mr. Bishop into the sea.

Unless the poison spreads in the air and poisons them through inhalation.

Before this, every town citizen who arrived here would try their best to get out, but as time goes by, years - decades - hundreds of years, those obsessions that support people's hearts will always disappear. They will become increasingly numb and eventually have to recognize the facts and accept the fact that they are dead.

After reciting the last prayer, the surrounding residents picked up the floating soil and threw it into the pit.

Among the three technicians, some fell asleep and were woken up by others who were awake. Repeatedly - the progress of learning was very slow - Sirius even felt that they might not be learning fast enough to forget.

"Nothing." Mr. Basil replied without energy. "I'm just a little tired and can't cheer up."

Everyone's heart was chilling, but not everyone was drowsy. Among the dozens of people present, there were still two or three people who were not in any condition.

The wizards in the control room who were responsible for controlling the ship had forgotten the combination of ancient runes.

"tired?"

He lowered his head and looked at his shadow reflected on the gilded floor beneath his feet. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the shadow was a little strange - as if he was looking at another person.

Searching for traces in the opposite direction, he soon found the brand new pit and tree in the woods.

Even Voldemort couldn't do this.

"I know it's not easy!"

Moreover - although his Occlumency is not as good as Snape's, as members of the Order of the Phoenix, everyone has basically mastered this spell. It is impossible for anyone to tamper with his memory without him noticing.

A resident stepped forward, held the flower in his hands, and picked it off. Then he turned and walked out of the woods, walking along the cobblestone road toward the distant coast.

- Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

They sang songs - some sad, some melodious, some melodious tunes were transmitted to the distant sky along with the swaying waves of golden wheat in the farmland.

The residents stood around the potholes, heads lowered.

Could it be that someone on the island cast an oblivion spell on them?

Sirius immediately gathered his thoughts and began to look through his memories.

"It takes time to observe." Winston nodded and said, "Your guess makes some sense."

Place the blooming spirit flower lightly on the sea like a paper boat.

The other townspeople followed behind him.

The voice was filled with resentment and sadness.

Bisk is one of the technicians in the command room. He and other technicians in his room have suffered from severe amnesia. Those wizards who are still alive and kicking have also stayed with them before. It is impossible for some people to be affected, and others It's not logical that a part of it is not affected.

During this time, several wizards, including Basil and Mr. Winston, came to the command room. Some others did not come. They were too sleepy and said they needed to rest for a few more hours.

They - they are forgetting!

There is something about this island that makes them gradually forget things.

Then it was a long half hour.

He had just promised James to take care of Harry.

The breeze blows on my face, and the singing sounds are like gorgeous silk floating in the sky.

The song spreads far and wide again.

What was buried under the tree was the skeleton of a woman. She was rotting and her face could no longer be seen clearly. She was like a melted candle and her whole body was no longer human.

"She?" Sirius' eyes were heavy, and then he yelled, with a bit of horror in his voice, "Let her matter go for now, now - call everyone on the ship immediately, and assemble in the conference room!"

His memory is very complete, and no part of it suddenly disappears or appears unexpectedly.

Most of the people present looked like they had not slept for three days and three nights, with drooped eyelids and dull eyes, as if they were about to fall asleep in the next second.

In the town, some residents were gathering in the woods on the east side.

No one knows what will happen if you enter the island again. Maybe you will become an idiot directly?

From the memories of the townspeople and the bishop, Sirius and others saw the cause of their death.

A white-pink flower with green-white stamens exudes lavender light.

So - how did their enemies cast the spell?

Could it be poisoning?

But they didn't drink any of the town's water or eat any of the food.

'Om! '

Finally, they reached the coast.

—Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

After all these years of battling wits and courage with dark wizards, he has never seen such a crisis.

"Did you forget something?"

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Everyone's memories are very complete, and it doesn't look like they have been fabricated.

Sirius was shocked.

It was Mr. Basil, holding his wand, like an angry lion, rushing out of the woods.

Looking at Mr. Basil and Mr. Winston who were breathing heavily, Sirius had some ominous premonition in his heart.

But every possibility was rejected by him as soon as it appeared.

—Say hello to a girl there for me.

Holding the wand in his right hand, he punched Mr. Bishop hard in the face with his left hand.

"But we are wizards." Sirius said, "We can extract important memories and watch them over and over again every day to alleviate the symptoms."

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He was not worried about the girl's safety. Her strength was unrivaled even in the entire wizarding world. He was just worried that Miss Zhang had also been tricked. Maybe she hadn't come back yet because she had forgotten where the Camelot was.