days at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 The Forgetting Curse

Loren and Hermione were talking nonsense that they didn't care about. Fortunately, such muttering little wizards were not uncommon.

Hogwarts students often come to the bar to take risks on weekends, drink like adults, and sleep on the table before finishing a glass.The three broomsticks are used to it.

All kinds of guests in the bar did not dare to show ill will to these little wizards, not only because of Dumbledore's reputation, but also because the school's professors would often come to the bar to have a drink and relax.

The two chatted vaguely about the Transfiguration Club and the Potions Club, which hadn't yet started openly recruiting members.Little wizards have a high willingness to enter the potion club, because configuring potions is a professional skill with a high threshold, and a potion master is a decent job.

Leisurely stir the liquid in the cauldron, boil cheap raw materials into potions, and sell them for a price enough to spend for several months.Relaxed, cozy and elegant.

Loren couldn't figure out why little wizards would have such unrealistic fantasies when they had Potions classes every week.He could only think that this might be the same as ordinary people's vision of doctors.

After drinking the butterbeer slowly and even falling asleep for a while, the two left the Three Broomsticks refreshed.

It was about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun passed the middle position, and the faint sunlight flowing on the body gave people a comfortable warmth.

"What else should we do?" Hermione and Loren walked out side by side.

"Is there anything else you want to play?"

"No more!" Hermione replied crisply.

They hadn't been to Zog's Enchanted Joke Shop, or Feng Ya's wizarding clothing store, or a lot of places.In fact, Hermione still wants to go to the Wenrenju quill shop, but she knows the truth that you can't finish eating good things in one sitting, or your stomach will swell.

How do you say that?

Come to Japan for a long time.

"Then let's find a place to eat?" Loren looked around on both sides of the street, and there seemed to be no restaurants or other shops on the left or right.

"Hmm—" Hermione felt distressed, her stomach was still full.They stuffed their stomachs with too much stuff at the Honeydukes Candy Shop, all high in sugar, very filling.

She fell into deep thought: "Don't eat, let's buy a cake and go back to school. I'm going to give some to Parvati and the others, and you can help me bring some to Harry and the others. Thank them for their birthday presents for me."

"Cake, what flavor do you want?"

“Avalanche Strawberry Cake! I will always love Avalanche Strawberry Cake!”

"Chocolate cake is also good."

"Actually, I want to try a cake made of dark chocolate."

The two walked and chatted.

The streets of Hogsmeade are still lively.In Mrs. Puddife's teahouse, there are still many little wizards glued together, with their hands stuck to their hands and their mouths stuck to their mouths.At the entrance of the Quidditch boutique, the bearded boss squatted halfway, worrying about the strangely packaged candy gift box with the clerk.

"I just asked you to go to the next door to steal—no, bring some candies to try, why did you bring back such a big thing." The boss said.

The young clerk blushed and stammered a bit: "The new Zizi honey candy is so tempting, I couldn't resist eating all the ones in the tasting box, and with this uniform, I was caught."

He looked at the candy gift box in front of him: "You know the rest, Mr. Ambrosio Froome asked me to bring this to you."

The boss looked at the gift box suspiciously: "There won't be a pile of cockroaches running around here, right? The last time I opened the gift box he gave me in the store, the cockroaches crawled all over the room!"

"Take it apart and see if you don't know."

"Are you a dummy?"

Loren and Hermione walked past with a smile and walked into the Honeydukes candy store.

Colorful flower-colored bubbles floated under the ceiling, the sound of popping candies popped out from time to time, flames spewed out, and white icy mist clucked... The shelves were still crowded with little wizards, and the counter was filled with orders and checkouts. The little wizard circled round and round.

Although it was said outside that it was an avalanche strawberry cake, the two of them couldn't help but ate a piece of each when they saw all kinds of cakes that were available for tasting on the showcase.

The mousse cake is as soft as clouds, the black forest cake with cherry cream has a dense texture, and the nut brownie cake is sweet and not greasy.The undigested candy in the stomach welcomed a new partner, and both of them regretted giving up after feeling a little full.

Then he returned to the castle with the avalanche strawberry cake packed in two boxes. Although the sun had not yet set, the lights and candles were already on.

Feeling the sweetness remaining between their lips and teeth, the two talked about the store they would like to visit next time, and planned the itinerary for their visit.Go to the post office to see the owls, go to see the screaming shack included in "Wizarding Places", there are many interesting places, and it just so happens that their future is still very long.

Walking into the shadows, he exposed half of his body to cover the light, casting dancing shadows on the ground...

Bouncing around until they reached the stairs of the Gryffindor common room, they stopped and looked at each other.

Loren turned his head and looked to the side, looked at the entrance of the girls' dormitory and said, "The birthday present for you is stuffed into the cake box, remember to take a look."

Hermione smiled: "Thank you! This is the happiest birthday I've ever had!"

"I'll pass it on to Wendell and Monica."

Hermione: ? ? ?
With complicated thoughts, the two parted ways.

Before Hermione entered the dormitory, she opened the box and looked. It was a small pendant, just like the birthday present she gave Loren.The brown vine wood is carved into a cartoon version of a small whale with a square head and a square brain, waving its small tail upwards, clumsy and cute.

The carving is exquisite, the subtle notches are neat, and the concentration and care are engraved in the neat notches.

Holding the small pendant, Hermione felt a sweetness sweeter than cream cake.

Back in the dormitory, Loren shared the cake with Harry and the others, using the free shell plate and the small fork that looked like a hedgehog's back spine.

Harry ate the cake, gesticulating with the wand in his hand, occasionally thrusting forward suddenly, then pointing quickly behind him.He was simulating the scene of encountering the Death Eaters, facing the enemy from the back and the back, with the sound of "whoosh! whoosh!" from time to time.

If the atmosphere is right, Ron will also join in. In their imagination, there will be a scene of a lone hero breaking out of the encirclement.

But he was still eating his cake, so watching Harry's behavior from a third perspective, it was hard to say.

"What kind of spell do you have that can be cast instantly and can defeat the enemy with one move?" Ron tried to make Harry's performance more rigorous.

Harry said: "The Disarming Curse, my disarming spell is a bit different. Many seniors and sisters use it just to disarm, and I can also make it have a knock-up effect, which can defeat the enemy with one move."

So Ron was silent. He had practiced against Harry and had seen the disarming spell that was not magical at all.

Seamus asked, "Loren, what is the spell you chose?"

Ron came over, put his hands on Loren's shoulders, and said solemnly, "You should think about it before answering. This is about who will write the stargazing report for Seamus and I this semester."

"How dare you bet on such a thing?" Loren felt outrageous, "There are so many spells, what if the one I choose is different from the one you bet on?"

"I didn't choose a specific spell. Seamus guessed that you must have chosen an attack spell. I guessed it was a non-attack spell." Ron said.

Loren pondered for a while, and blinked his eyes to convey hints to the two: "Choosing a spell is something that needs to be cautious, isn't it? I think, maybe "my" "stargazing report" will show some signs, I need to see Decide. "

His accent bite is fantastic.

Seamus waved his hand to disperse his threats and fantasies: "Don't think about it, Hermione will check your stargazing report first, and we will be found if we write more than 3 words."

"Hey," Loren sighed, giving up struggling, "Then you lose, Iron Armor Curse, non-aggressive."

"Ha! You don't need to write a stargazing report this semester!" Ron immediately cheered.

Seamus looked at him in disbelief: "You took me to the Forbidden Forest to blow up branches when you first came to school, and now you tell me you chose the Iron Armor Curse?!"

Seamus couldn't take it, not at all.

Fearing that Loren would change his mind, Ron dragged Seamus away to write the stargazing report due the day after tomorrow, last week.

The two whispered back and forth:
"How did you guess that?"

"From the way he plays chess, it can be seen that both offense and defense are not so aggressive."

"Can this be seen?"

……

night.

Saturday night wasn't a good one for Harry and Ron.Because the confinement they shirked last week cannot escape this time.Ron was going to the trophy room and wiped off hundreds of trophies without magic.Harry was going to find Lockhart to help him answer fan letters.

Loren is also going to find Lockhart, and the Oblivion Charm lesson that was agreed last week will start tonight.

In the deserted corridor, hearing Loren's footsteps, Harry felt more at ease, and said gratefully: "Thanks to you, Loren, otherwise I would have to face that best-selling author alone."

"I, I thank you." Loren felt a little guilty, and changed the subject, "How is the new Quidditch tactic training? Can it beat the Slytherin team?"

Speaking of this, Harry sighed: "We won't know until the official match. Although Wood calmed down after learning that the Slytherin team had a new broom, he became more and more nervous, sensitive and irritable. Everyone There is a lot of pressure, the atmosphere in the team is like a powder keg, I really hope to play sooner."

"Don't worry, Quidditch is not a sport that only pursues speed..." Loren repeated what he heard during the day, which gave Harry a lot of encouragement.

While talking, the two came to the door of Lockhart's office and knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

It's sizzling!

There was a rattle of metal on the loose leaves, and the office door swung open.

Lockhart was not behind the door, but was sitting in the middle of the office, with one hand leaning on his cheek, and he had been in this posture for a long time.

Loren and Harry sighed at the same time, they were too good at pretending.Using magic to open the door, this kind of thing that preschool children can do, you pretend to be like some advanced spell, even Professor Flitwick can't pretend.

"Ah, here comes the little rascal and the future amnesticist! Come in, Harry, Loren, come in," Lockhart called, the high-pitched phrases matching his posture.

Dozens of photographs and portraits of Lockhart hung on the walls, brightly lit by candles.

"Come and help me write the envelope, believe me, they will definitely fly up for joy when they receive the letter!" When Lockhart thought of such a picture, he was as happy as drinking a cauldron of ice water in a hot desert.

"Like this, the first one to Lady Gladys Googie - a huge admirer of mine..." Lockhart showed Harry how to write an envelope, and piled it up as high as Harry, thick Several thick stacks of envelopes were placed in front of him for him to copy.

Pete Ivor, Veronica...

Harry slid the quill mechanically, his eyes dull, like a heartless envelope-copying machine.

Lockhart stared at him as he copied a few letters, nodded in satisfaction, looked up at Loren, and said with a smile, "Oh, future amnestics, let's start learning the Oblivion Curse."

The teaching process was somewhat beyond Loren's expectations. Lockhart had a comprehensive grasp of the Oblivion Curse. Perhaps due to his own conditions, Lockhart explained it in detail.

In addition to the rhyme of the spell and the action of casting the spell, he also explained to Loren how to cast the Forgetting Curse in various situations.

"Memories at different times are interrelated, and they have some ingenious connections. We need to be precise when we delete and modify memories."

"The famous Ilfracombe Incident took place in 1932. A mischievous common Welsh green dragon attacked a group of sunbathers in Ilfracombe, Devon, England. The wizard Tork, who was traveling there The family took control of the fire dragon and used the largest Oblivion Charm of the 20th century on the inhabitants there."

"I don't have any intention of looking down on Toke's family, but they didn't understand the principle of the oblivion spell at all. The crude and indiscriminate oblivion spell produced many mistakes and omissions. If it were me, even if the Romanian dragons came from London together fly over, and no Muggle will remember it the next day."

In typical wizarding thinking, Lockhart probably had no idea how big London was and how many Muggles lived in the city.

Leaving aside the boastful part of the lecture, what is most useful is Lockhart's detailed dissection of the memory storage areas in the brain and the memory storage of the soul.

"Short-term, memories that do not trigger dramatic emotional changes are not engraved in the soul, and such memories can be easily changed with a wave of a magic wand."

"In contrast, many years have passed, and after countless memories, the deep-seated emotions draw the memory into the soul. For this type of memory, the Forgetting Curse must go deep into the soul, and a slight fluctuation of magic power will make people become Fool."

Having said that, Lockhart smiled at Loren: "Many people can't tell the difference between the two kinds of memory at all, so it will cause irreversible brain damage and permanent damage to the memory of the soul."

The combination of the favorability level brushed earlier and Lockhart's desire to show off made this class full of dry stuff. Loren learned a lot of unknown things about the Oblivion Curse.

"Every year during the Quidditch World Cup, it is necessary to repeatedly use the Amnestic Curse on the nearby residents. The amnestics sent to the scene are all experienced and familiar, so basically there will be no problems. In other scenes, such as torture and interrogation, It is for newcomers to practice, and they often turn the interrogated criminals into fools." Lockhart lowered his voice, "Then threw it into Azkaban and claimed that it was made by dementors."

(End of this chapter)