From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Although Hermione's proposal sounded a bit scary, it didn't take long for the three of them to start discussing actions as if they were finishing their homework.

"The first is the issue of how memories are lost." Hermione took out two tomes from the books she carried with her. "I have been studying this recently. I originally thought it would be a problem of adding magic to the crown. , now it seems that it should be man-made.”

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

[Memory is one of the most valuable assets of a wizard, and those spells that target memory have always been one of the most difficult magics to master. Regardless of whether the spell focuses on attack or defense, without enough talent, even a top wizard It is difficult to use these spells skillfully. 】

"I tried it myself. Although I understood most of the theories, I could barely cast the related spells. Even after a long period of practice, I could barely master it at most," Hermione said confidently, "So, I don't think there are many people in Hogwarts who know the relevant spells."

"Oh my god," Harry looked at these two books in surprise, which could kill someone and had small handwriting that needed to be distinguished carefully, "have you been busy with this these days?"

"Of course," Hermione raised her head, "That's a whole month of memories!"

"Okay, it seems that the scope of the investigation has been extremely narrowed," Harry did not answer. Among the three of them, he was the only one who had not lost his memory. "But how should we investigate now?"

——

'The last few shifts have been night shifts,' Lockhart calculated on the duty watch. He had completely entered the state of visiting those reclusive wizards before, and began to plan how to remove the last suspicion on himself.

As one of the professors at Hogwarts, he is naturally on the list of professors guarding the entrance to the secret room, but every time he guards the entrance, there will be two colleagues. As soon as he takes action, he must first knock down his colleagues and then clear himself. suspicion.

This means that he only has one chance to take action, 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, things change a lot. ’

'The attacker must be recognized by the school,' Lockhart thought. 'He must be qualified to sneak attack three professors. It is obviously impossible for strange students to come in and do this. The entire school can attack three professors at the same time. Not many students let down their guard...'

'Well, I still have to prepare something for him that Dumbledore can trust.' Lockhart opened the drawer, 'Although this is a treasure, it's time to give it up. ’

Although he was full of reluctance in his heart, when he was operating, Lockhart's hands were as steady as opening a fan letter, and he didn't even tremble.

'A necessary price,' he nodded - he knew this from his time at Hogwarts.

In order to make big news, he almost went bankrupt when he hired owls to send him greeting cards - hundreds of owls that needed to be bribed!

"At that time, it was all my savings," he stroked the diary with his hand, "and this is just a step forward for me." ’

The diary opened suddenly.

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

The black and bold notes appeared in the diary at an unprecedented speed, making Lockhart couldn't help but laugh.

"goodbye."

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

This spell, his most confident and powerful, worked as always.

Black text suddenly appeared on the originally blank pages of the diary, but the grammar and logic were not smooth. Those bytes kept jumping, reorganizing and disappearing, and then a batch of new letters came out.

"That's all."

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

After all these years, his memory spell has never failed - it has done so in the past, it does now, and it will undoubtedly do so in the future.

'I wonder if this book can still remember Dumbledore if I reopen it now? ’

Such curious thoughts emerged in his mind, but Lockhart gave up after thinking about it. His time was urgent and he needed to find an excellent tool man who could attract everyone's attention. He had no time to continue playing with this diary. Went down.

——

"I don't know how Professor McGonagall's investigation went."

In the library, William was flipping through information about the basilisk, pretending to be quite serious.

"I was the one who called Ron out," he spread out his books and thought in his mind, "I was the one who found the crown. If I were the murderer, of course I wouldn't not pay attention to William. It's a pity that there are too many people in the school. There is no way to counter-reconnaissance.”

He turned another page of the book and glanced at it perfunctorily.

[Parseltongue is one of the symbols of dark wizards - although not every dark wizard masters Parseltongue, communicating with snakes has always been recognized as one of the symbols of dark wizards. 】

‘Nonsense,’ William rolled his eyes, ‘Can anyone publish a book? Do you think you are an encyclopedia and can be edited by an individual? ’

Although he has never mastered Parseltongue, William does not think that language has the effect of black magic. It is just a relatively unique language - giant language, troll language... the mess of languages ​​​​in the magic world is enough for one person to learn. In a lifetime, how many people are weaker than snakes?

Dementors can also communicate with people. Speaking of black magic, what is more black magic than communicating with dementors?

'Wait! ’

William suddenly realized something was wrong - was he communicating with snakes, or could he command snakes?

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

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

‘A book introducing snakes—it’s a mess. ’

He shook his head, then stood up and went to Mrs. Pince - if the so-called Parseltongue was a command rather than an understanding, he felt that how the murderer controlled the basilisk had been exposed quite thoroughly.

'It's a pity. If Parseltongue doesn't refer to commands, I can still learn Parseltongue...'

He shook his head and continued to study the basilisk in disguise.

——

"The most commonly used memory protection magic is the Brain Occlumency Curse. Although it is a little less difficult to master than other spells, it is still extremely difficult."

In the student lounge, Hermione was imparting knowledge to her friends.

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

Ron looked confused.

"Of course," Hermione said with a serious face, "The more people know about memory magic, the more they understand the horror of memories being controlled by others."

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

"I still don't get it."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "To put it simply, as long as we use something that seriously interferes with the judgment level to conduct the test, then whoever has mastered the superb Occlumency can be clearly detected."

"But we don't know how to memorize spells. As you said, it's difficult to master."

Harry was also confused.

"Potion." Hermione smiled quite confidently, "Just use the potion. Although what Snape said is not quite right, a bottle of excellent potion can completely achieve the effect we want, and even give More surprises for us.”

"What potion?"

"Love potion." Hermione blushed slightly, but immediately restrained herself. "Of course, it is a variant of love potion, which is often used as a perfume."

"As you know, love potions will remind people of their favorite taste. If you slightly change the recipe of the potion, you will get a less irritating taste that will still make people like it..." Hermione gushed. While talking, I started to popularize science with my two friends.

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

"I can cook it, the ingredients aren't hard to come by, and I know someone is selling this."

"Who would sell contraband in the castle?"

"You don't need to worry about this." Hermione interrupted the question angrily, "But my slightly improved prescription may be too irritating. You two should be careful when using it, because it may cause other disturbances. Come."

——

"A tough choice."

Lockhart was choosing among the student rosters. Although he originally wanted to drag his colleague named William to take the blame, considering the other party's enthusiasm for sneak attacks without saying a word and his luck in finding the Ravenclaw diadem, he Finally gave up this option.

"Ginny Weasley, the former murderer and victim who came to Professor Lockhart for advice because of something she remembered, the famous Harry Potter, Hermione Granger who was always number one in her grade..."

Who to choose?

It made perfect sense for these people to go to the professor for help, and the professor wouldn't be so suspicious. It also made perfect sense for them to knock down the three professors during the outburst.

In the end, Lockhart had a hard time choosing Harry.

"Maybe it will make the news. The savior was bewitched and then attacked the professor - poor Professor Lockhart was completely unprepared and was attacked by surprise." He happily considered the headline of the news.

"It sounds better than being knocked down by a first or second grader."

'So, it's settled, Harry Potter picked up Dumbledore's lost book, opened Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and was bewitched to sneak attack the professor. ’

"What to do with the basilisk?"

"You can't kill Harry. He erased Harry's memory and made it look like he failed the test and his memory was wiped. It makes sense." Lockhart compiled the details and perfected the story bit by bit. "His two friends found out It's Harry's fault, but when he was about to stop it, he was attacked by Harry and his memory was erased. In this way, no one knows whether Harry is abnormal or not."

"Another investigation report, secretly placed in a drawer, contains Professor Lockhart's investigation of the Chamber of Secrets - it was half-written and placed in a drawer. Poor Professor Lockhart, who was attacked by surprise, did not discover it until he went through his own drawer. Previous investigative reports.”

“There’s a new book gimmick!”

"Professor Lockhart, who forgot everything after being attacked, created a perfect secret room attack case based on his own memories and speculations!"

"Hogwarts, Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter, and Professor Lockhart quadruple bonus! A perfect idea, a genius idea!"

"Lockhart, you will be a great person!"

He even applauded himself.

This series of perfect plans came from him, and the most critical part depends on his magic!

"By the way, when you attack yourself, you can do something a little trick, wash away the previous sneak attacks, and just leave a record in the way you know how. In this way, even if someone questions it, you can use your memory loss Come and veto!”

I even cleaned it up, so I didn’t have to worry about any mistakes!

Lockhart, you are truly a great man!

——

"Hermione, is it really okay?"

"no problem!"

Hermione said categorically. The three of them were staying in the Room of Requirement. The pot of a variation of the love potion was boiling on the fire next to it. It looked quite beautiful.

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

"Hermione, is it really okay?"

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

"I confirm." Hermione repeated, her face beaming with confidence.

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

"No, don't worry. Ginny is only in first grade. We won't let her get involved in this kind of thing." Hermione assured again, "Think about it, losing one month's memory at a time. Is it such a prank?" Don’t you want to take revenge for what happened to you?”

"Actually, it's not bad. At least if you fail the exam, you can safely tell your mother..."

George whispered, but without stopping, he took out the container he had prepared in advance, "Just spray it on your body?"

"Yes, but you have to do it while it's hot." Hermione explained, "The fire can't be stopped. The potion will only be effective for two hours after leaving it heated, so the four of you have to contact enough people during this time to find someone who can deal with it." Students or professors who are resistant to this kind of potion."

"professor?"

Ron hesitated.

"That's much more interesting." George responded without raising his head. He used his wand to draw out a stream of magic potion, then put it into the bottle and carefully sprayed it on his body. Fred followed him and also sprinkled it on his body. .

"Meet you here in two hours." Fred waved his hand, "If we do it again, we will have to go into confinement. The confinement is not over yet..."

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

"If there is obvious resistance or suspicion, record their names." She instructed the two people again, and then drove them out.

"There shouldn't be any problem. The sales of love drugs among girls are more than I know. The school is not strict about checking them. Although I increased the dose, there is no problem."

'Who is the one? Student or professor? Why did he take away his memory? ’

She was thinking while controlling the fire - the love potion was not something those guys could make so easily, let alone changing the formula.

'But this thing is actually the most mutated potion, and it is also widely circulated among girls... I don't know if Ginny said it...'

ps: Kavin is very stuck, and still owes a chapter... I'll finish it tomorrow. I'm too drunk if I didn't write it in the morning and afternoon... orz