Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

This was the first time the two of them had been kicked out by Mrs. Pince; they had been so engrossed in their conversation that they had forgotten to control their volume.

After escaping the library, the two couldn't help but laugh. Hermione seemed less resistant to breaking the rules, which made her much more endearing.

They had to move their reading area to the warm auditorium, where they stayed until the dinner.

There was some noise coming from the doorway. Jimmy glanced at it, then turned his head to look.

Harry and Ron carried the immobile Neville into the Great Hall. Neville didn't appear to be injured, but his legs were stuck together and couldn't be separated.

"Jimmy, Neville just got into a fight with someone (whispering)!"

“A Slytherin! It’s Pansy Parkinson, she insulted Neville.”

Harry and Ron were talking at once, and basically, Neville was reading the letters his grandmother had sent him and contemplating life.

Just then, Pansy Parkinson and Gore passed by, and because the atmosphere was so good, Pansy Parkinson made a few jokes about Neville, just like when they first enrolled.

Neville, who was reading letters and contemplating life, was inexplicably interrupted from his immersive state of thought. He was driven by some unknown courage to get up and angrily demand that Pansy Parkinson apologize.

Instead of apologizing, Pansy went even further, calling him a stupid fat man. Gore, who was also a stupid fat man, was indignant and demanded that Pansy apologize to him as well.

Pansy felt humiliated and then cast a spell on both of them.

Jimmy looked confused, and casually released Neville's leg-binding spell. "You mean...who? Shouldn't it be Malfoy?"

Speaking of Malfoy, Ron also felt strange. "Not Malfoy, I don't know why, he's been very quiet lately. Could it be that the Memory Charm really scared him?"

“I’d like to know too.” Harry nodded, equally puzzled.

“It’s your curse, Jimmy.” Neville, looking deep in thought, sat down in his chair and took out the letter he had been reading to continue reading. “My grandmother said that growing up makes you think things through. Memories are a good thing.”

The group looked at each other, not quite understanding, so they simply found seats and waited for the meal to be served.

Thirty days have passed from the beginning of the month to the end, and Neville is still immersed in the aftereffects of the Memory Charm. He has become less timid than before, and instead has gained more determination.

Neville always said that the Memory Charm helped him understand many things, but Ron and Seamus, who had also tried the Memory Charm, did not experience the same change.

Over the past month, Jimmy has figured out what's going on. To sum it up, the Memory Charm made people who met certain conditions undergo a will test.

Those who succeed will experience positive changes, while those who fail will become negative, and some who roll the correct number will not experience any change.

Those who rise from suffering gain strength, those who succumb to suffering become more vulnerable and sensitive, while those who have never experienced suffering remain unchanged.

Ron and Seamus should be thankful that they didn't suffer any excruciating pain and can continue to play around without a care in the world.

"That's good. Think more, but if you can't figure it out, ask wise elders for advice."

Jimmy encouraged Neville, expressing optimism about his future and suggesting that the Gryffindor swordsman might mature much sooner.

Just then, the auditorium doors closed completely, and various festive dishes began to appear on the tables.

The Halloween dinner has begun!

The candlelight in the auditorium was dimmer than usual, and a thousand bats fluttered their wings and flew overhead, while another thousand bats formed a cloud that danced on the plates, causing the light from the pumpkin lanterns to sway.

The grotesque faces projected through the cut opening turned into shadowy vampires, frightening the young wizards around them.

The auditorium was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere, making everyone forget all unimportant things.

When Professor Dumbledore announced the start of the dinner, it was like the sound of a starting gun. Jimmy, like a starving ghost, shoveled a huge pile of high-quality protein, high-quality carbohydrates, and high-quality vitamins onto his plate, stacking it high.

"Hurry up and eat! This is a lavish banquet that only happens once every few days!"

While stuffing food into his mouth, Jimmy didn't forget to remind the others to eat faster. As expected, Professor Quirrell didn't appear in the Great Hall. He would rush in later to scare everyone and forcibly end the dinner.

Sure enough, as the banquet atmosphere grew stronger and everyone had finished the appetizers, the doors of the auditorium were kicked open.

"Troll!!! In the underground classroom—I think you should know."

Quirrell stumbled in, his screams heart-wrenching, filled with fear and relief.

After delivering this message, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Chaos erupted in the Great Hall, while Jimmy continued frantically shoveling food into his mouth, which Hermione couldn't stop him with either hand. "Stop eating! There's a troll!"

"Let me eat some more!"

Crack!

Several purple fireworks exploded above the young wizards' heads. They looked in the direction the fireworks were released and found that Dumbledore had already stood up.

"Prefect," he said in a deep voice, "take all the students from each college to their dormitories immediately!"

The dinner wasn't over yet; it would move to the common lounge afterwards. Jimmy barely ate half full. Having been exercising regularly for the past two months, his appetite was twice that of the others.

Percy, who stepped forward, waved for the students to follow him and leave the auditorium together.

For safety reasons, Percy took a different route, leaving the castle directly, walking along the edge of the castle courtyard to the tower, and then up to the common lounge.

They quickly returned to the common lounge; no one fell behind, and no accidents occurred.

The next morning, Jimmy went out for his morning exercise feeling refreshed.

The trolls on Halloween night caused no trouble for any of the young wizards, and Hogwarts remained peaceful and serene in the early morning.

Because of the cold weather, the Black Lake is full of winter vitality with rising mist. The air here is still fresh, and one breath makes Jimmy feel refreshed and relieves all his fatigue.

Jimmy was about to perform a Tai Chi routine facing the Black Lake when a commotion behind him made him turn around warily. He saw someone who shouldn't be there.

"Malfoy?"

Yes, that person was Draco Malfoy, who had been hiding from him for a month. His eye bags were as dark as a raccoon's, and his already fair complexion had become even paler.

“I’ve been thinking about some bad things, Blaine.” The young master wasn’t as assertive as before; Malfoy’s expression looked like he was about to cry. “How many Galleons would it take for me to forget those things?”

Jimmy was wide awake when it came to talking about money. "What is it?"

The moment the power of the Memory Charm began to act on his body, Malfoy was forced to recall a memory he shouldn't have.

Eleven years ago, when he was one year old.

Even though he was just an ignorant child at the time, the memory spell still allowed him to clearly recall every terrifying and evil detail of how the man with the eerie snake eyes tortured and killed a wizard.

Draco knew him, the man whose name he couldn't even speak, and the man who had held him.

The memories brought back by the Memory Charm terrified Draco to the point of near madness. The man, whose name he couldn't even speak, picked him up and said to old Malfoy, "This is the hope of all purebloods, what a beautiful life, isn't it? My cunning friend."

Draco saw his father's slightly trembling body and forced smile.

The image of my father on ordinary days is quite different from what I remember.

That memory had such a strong impact on him that in all his subsequent recollections, he keenly captured a single detail.

Whenever he tried to talk to his father about the Dark Lord, his father would always change the subject or simply scold him harshly.

Draco had been tormented by these memories for a whole month. He was ready to tell everything, but the words stuck in his throat, as if some force was preventing him from saying them.

He suddenly gripped his throat with all his might, his eyes turned red, he curled up in pain, and tears uncontrollably streamed down his face.

He kept screaming out that scene in his mind, but he couldn't fully depict that memory in reality. He could only stumble over some meaningless murmurs, "It's...it's that, that person."

"Voldemort?" Jimmy tilted his head and guessed.

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Chapter 49 Consulting Fees

Jimmy said, "I get it, you remembered the Voldemort you forgot."

"How dare you say that name!" Malfoy, his face filled with terror, fell to the ground and turned away from the audacious madman, scrambling to his sides.

Seeing that Malfoy, who had been offering him money, was about to run away, Jimmy panicked and stepped forward, pinning him to the spot. "Fine, fine, I won't say the name. Tell me how you want to resolve this?"

"Ah! I don't know!" Unable to run away, Malfoy gave up in despair, crouching on the ground and sobbing.

On the shore of the Black Lake, where he and Jimmy were alone, he dropped all pretense. "I could feel him right beside me, but I didn't know where he was! He must be watching me. If he finds me, he'll definitely kill me!"

That nightmarish memory tightened around his neck every night; every time he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of the undulating demon's cold, serpentine eyes.

It seems like the arrogant guy has really broken down, and he even seems to have discovered that Voldemort is in the castle... Maybe he's just scaring himself because of that nightmare, Jimmy thought.

Draco's problem is easy to solve; just find any professor, extract that memory, or cast a forgetting spell.

But, how can that be?

If Draco cannot overcome his fear of Voldemort, what is the point of erasing his memories of Voldemort?

Even after Voldemort's resurrection, wouldn't he still be threatened by fear and forced to serve Voldemort?

Besides, by doing this, Jimmy won't get any credit; at most, he'll earn a consulting fee!

For Draco's future, I must free him from his fear of Voldemort.

How can we help Draco overcome his fear of Voldemort?

"Don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter; face them with a smile! The best way to eliminate fear is to confront it—perseverance is victory! Keep going! You can do it!"

—A renowned sociologist, Winter Swimming Chaoyang·Liaoning·Strange Pigeon.

You see, the predecessors already have the answer. Jimmy is just a diligent porter, and the framework of the plan quickly appears in his mind.

The cost for each treatment cycle is also low, only 10 gallons per month, and a semester's worth of treatment is included!

“I will help you overcome your fear of the Mystic. Come on, this includes a series of psychological treatments.” Jimmy gently helped Draco up, like a true friend who cared about him. “Ten Galleons a month, treatment until the end of the semester, and you’ll be fine.”

He must be confident to say that. When Harry goes to challenge Voldemort at the end of the semester, he will take Draco with him. Once they defeat Voldemort, how could Draco be so afraid that he has nightmares again?

As for how Voldemort will view the Malfoy family after his resurrection, well, that hasn't happened yet!

We'll talk about the future later...

All fear stems from the unknown. Voldemort's mystery and bizarre behavior were the greatest source of fear for the British magical community, along with his incoherent and capricious mind.

Jimmy had done very in-depth research on Voldemort because the Recall Charm reminded him of Voldemort's entire life story. Knowing how he went mad allowed him to understand how he would act.

"Healing?" Malfoy was helped to his feet, and upon hearing this word, he panicked even more. "Am I cursed?"

Jimmy reassured him, "I don't think so. If you don't like this explanation, give me 10 Galleons a month as a consultation fee. Within my means, I will help you solve your current problem."

It sounds strange, but Malfoy believes Jimmy is capable, and he no longer thinks about the superiority of purebloods.

The fact is that Jimmy was able to create a spell that even Dumbledore recognized within two months of enrolling, which put him on a completely different level than someone like himself who just wandered around aimlessly with his followers every day.

Blaine's advice was always right; he helped him twice, and each time it was perfect.

It's just Galon!