The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The Oblivion Charm, ever since it was invented by the witch Nymone Radford, has become an excellent tool for maintaining secrets. For a long time in the past, wizards used it to cover their tracks and hide the existence of the magical world.

Over a long period of time, wizards have used the Oblivion Spell more frequently, not only to hide the magical world, but also to hide their own personal secrets and steal other people's exciting adventures...

Loren began to be exposed to memory magic during the summer vacation. With the help of Hermione, he learned Legilimency, learned half-baked Occlumency, and gained a preliminary understanding of the relationship between the brain and the soul. Lockhart's teaching allowed him to sort out deep memory and surface memory, and his understanding of the soul went further.

Regarding theoretical knowledge, Loren felt that he had basically mastered it, and now he only needed to practice it.

But Lockhart wasn't going to let him practice it. The professional club can no longer be run, and he has become perfunctory with Loren's teaching. He doesn't expect to earn any fame from this, so he plans to put it off until he leaves Hogwarts a year later and let this matter go away. Let it go.

With this mentality, Lockhart's lecture turned into digging out some cases about the Forgetting Curse to brag about his unparalleled Forgetting Curse.

"The silly witch Dorcas Twelvetrees in the 18th century revealed the existence of the Magical Congress of the United States to a Muggle. Some radicals participated in it, which almost led to a large-scale conflict. Afterwards, they used the Oblivion Curse on a large scale, but There are still fish that slip through the net. It’s a pity that I wasn’t born yet, otherwise——”

Lockhart paused and winked at Loren, "This is really a pity. Dorcas Twelvetrees's father is the keeper of treasures and dragon coins of the Magic Congress of the United States. He will definitely be willing to provide some insignificant things. Property, let someone help him deal with this trouble, and ensure that his career will not be affected."

Dragon coins are the common currency in the American wizarding world, equivalent to gold galleons here. The keeper of treasures and dragon coins is the Minister of Finance.

Therefore, the Forgetting Charm can also help others handle the dirty work.

Loren nodded thoughtfully.

"Believe me, Loren, the Forgetting Curse can do a lot, you can try to open your mind." Lockhart said with meaning.

At this point, Lockhart glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, with a relaxed smile on his face: "It's 9:15. That's it for today. The little wizard must make sure he gets enough sleep."

"Professor, should we do some exercises?" Loren pretended not to want to leave, and excitedly took out the wand and held it in his hand. He looked like an impatient little wizard who couldn't wait to get started with new spells.

Lockhart took on the posture of a professor and persuaded him with a smile. He was thinking of him in his words: "The Oblivion Curse is a very dangerous spell. Don't rush to practice it. What you should do now is familiarize yourself with the theoretical content. Wait until Once you have completely mastered it, I will prepare some guinea pig exercises for you, and then slowly transition to a more intelligent creature. This will be a long process."

Loren suddenly interrupted him and told him shocking news: "Professor, did you know that the monster in the secret room might be a basilisk?"

"Basilisk!" Lockhart's attention was diverted as expected, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Loren seized the opportunity and waved the wand towards his eyes: "[Forget everything]"

Invisible magic seeped into Lockhart's brain through his eyes and played a wonderful role in the mysterious field of memory. Just to be on the safe side, Loren also let the magic of the Forgetting Spell go around the portrait in the office.

It was his first time to use the Forgetting Charm, so he was a little unfamiliar. It took Lockhart a while to shake his head and come back to his senses. A confused expression remained on his face: "Where did we just talk about?"

The big and small portraits and photos in the office still maintain a bright smile, as if nothing happened.

Loren raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Just as he expected, he had mastered the Forgetting Curse.

Loren put away his wand politely, his posture not showing any abnormalities, "I just said that practicing the Forgetting Charm is too cumbersome and complicated. I have other club activities to participate in. I want to give up learning the Forgetting Charm and won't come here anymore." "

"I'm so sorry, Professor Lockhart." Loren said this very sincerely.

Lockhart was still a little confused. He slowly recalled the scene just now. He seemed to have said that practicing the Forgetting Curse was a long process.

A smile appeared on his face. Loren himself offered to give up the Oblivion Curse, which was very much in line with his wishes.

Lockhart suppressed the joy in his heart and said with pretense of regret: "Oh, there is no need to apologize, although it is a pity. However, the little wizard should try more possibilities, and I respect your choice."

The two of them said goodbye in a pretentious manner, with reluctance and regret on their faces, but as soon as the office door was closed and separated by a wooden door, they both showed smiles of relief at the same time.

Lockhart returned to the mirror, fixed the wand on the second knuckle of his thumb and index finger, made a handsome gesture of gently picking up the wand, and smiled brightly at the person in the mirror.

"It's perfect. This pose should be used as the cover of "Wandering with Werewolves 2"," Lockhart said proudly.

"A gathering of ghosts...the Muggle werewolf army, Bates...and me saving Hogwarts from the monster in the Chamber of Secrets...the next book is going to be a hit."

Sorting out the contents of the next book, Lockhart became more and more excited as he thought about it. Until the 10 o'clock bell rang, he glanced at the clock on the wall and muttered: "Happy time always flies by..."

In the corridor of the castle.

Loren's footsteps sounded unhurriedly and spread far in the quiet night, all the way to the end of the corridor and into those inconspicuous darkness. Every sound rang in the house elf's heart.

He had just thought about completely erasing Bates from Lockhart's memory, but doing so would leave a lot of loopholes, so he finally gave up on the idea.

The encounter between Grandpa Bates and Lockhart happened a few months ago. The two had been together for a period of time, covering all aspects of the matter. Deleting a large amount of memories rashly would arouse Lockhart's vigilance. It is too troublesome to forge and replace with fake memory spells, and the workload is too much.

Grandpa Bates' identity as a Muggle werewolf cannot be exposed, so Loren still plans to find a suitable opportunity to erase all Lockhart's memories of recent years, saving time and worry.

Stepping onto the stairs, Loren climbed up the stairs. The Defense Against the Dark Arts office was on the third floor, and the entrance to Gryffindor Tower was on the seventh floor. He had to go up 4 floors.

According to the feedback of the magic light in his field of vision, the house elf kept falling behind him, as if he wanted to see him enter the lounge before going back to report the surveillance situation to his master. The house elf kept moving by teleportation, not daring to take a step and make a sound.

Loren didn't want to alert the enemy and ruin Dumbledore's plan, but now that he had mastered the Oblivion Curse, he no longer had to be so cautious and timid.

When you reach the seventh floor, you can see the portrait of the Fat Lady after passing the corner in front. Loren estimated the distance, seized the brief opportunity when he entered the corner and was out of sight of the house elf, and immediately activated the Disguise Charm to hide his figure.

There was a soft sound in the air, and the figure of the house elf appeared in the dark place where the light could not reach. It widened its protruding eyes like tennis balls and stared at the portrait of the Fat Lady: "Where is the human? This damn little mudblood Did the wizard go in without giving the password? Impossible, this is impossible..."

He couldn't help but hit his head against the wall, making a dull sound. There was a cry in his words: "I didn't see him enter the Gryffindor common room with my own eyes. I am a useless waste, and I have not fulfilled the master's duty." Order."

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

A binding spell appeared out of thin air, hitting the house elf between the eyebrows. The cold dark green gradually covered the house elf's body, making him unable to move and fell straight to the ground. He could not even wave his fingers to cast a teleport escape.

Transparent ripples rippled in the air, and Loren emerged from the ripples, squatting down and looking at the stiff body. It was skinny, with no trace of flesh on its body, and the loose skin clung to the bones, extruding into ugly wrinkles. Bat ears, tennis ball eyes, and a look of despair in his eyes.

Although the house elf couldn't move, he could hear the movements around him and see the little wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him.

It turned out that he had been discovered a long time ago. The house elf's mind went blank, with only one thought in his mind: My head will be used to hatch snake eggs...

Loren asked gently: "Can you tell me your name?"

Although he cannot complete the task ordered by his master and his head will be used to hatch snake eggs, even so, the house elf will never betray his master. The house elf's eyes burst out with strong hatred, wanting to intimidate this lowly Mudblood.

However, the mudblood's crystal blue eyes seemed to have magic power, and the shadows in the pupils were flowing and spinning into a strange vortex. The house elf felt something flowing out of the vortex, seeping into his eyes, into his brain, and flowing into his soul.

"It's really cruel. If you don't complete the task, your head will be used to hatch snake eggs. This is simply too inhumane, isn't it?" Loren's tone was unhurried and he could be called a gentleman.

He knows what's going on in my head! The house elf felt a chill in his heart and fell into a deeper despair.

"So, can you tell me your name now?" Loren asked again, his tone still gentle.

Don't think, don't recall, don't think, don't recall... The house elf wanted to control his thoughts, but the more he forced himself not to think, the clearer the answer became in his mind.

Staring into tennis-ball-like eyes, Loren showed a surprised smile: "Bige, it turns out your name is Bige. Nice to meet you."

Tears of despair overflowed from his eyeballs. Big wanted to die immediately, but he was so stiff that he couldn't do it. He couldn't even close his eyes. He could only let Legilimency enter his mind.

Loren's smile was warm and enthusiastic, as if she was really happy to have made new friends: "So, the first question, why did you set fire to Windsor Castle?"

Why was Windsor Castle burned? Big was a little confused, and he couldn't explain the specific reason. He just felt that doing so would relieve his master's anger and allow him to leave his head intact.

It was just to let his master calm down and leave a complete head, no other reason. Reading the thoughts in the house elf's mind, Loren remained silent.

Loren didn't see it with his own eyes, he just read about it in the newspaper. That fire burned so much that billowing smoke could be seen rising from 5 miles away, burning more than a dozen people into the hospital, and sending more than 200 firefighters rushing to the fire scene...

Just to leave a complete head.

Loren's mood was a little low, and he unintentionally slowed down the Legilimency applied to Bigger, so Bigger felt that the pressure in his heart relaxed, and some gaps seemed to appear in the endless despair. He once again stared at the despicable little Mudblood wizard in front of him with malicious eyes.

You are a house elf, your head will be chopped off and humiliated at any time, and now you are still in my hands. Why do you have the right to think that wizards are despicable?

Loren was angry and laughing, no longer holding back, and used all his strength to use Legilimency to penetrate into the depths of the house elf's mind and read through his memories.

Bigger was originally a house elf in Crabbe Manor. Not long after school started, a house elf from Albania came to Crabbe Manor with a strange venomous snake and found his master...

He knew that the weird venomous snake was actually a wizard who could communicate with people and control other venomous snakes... Bigger watched with his own eyes as several venomous snakes entered the mind of the Albanian house elf...

The venomous snake became his new owner, and he began to help the new owner deliver letters to the werewolves, to Crabbe Manor, and recently to the Ministry of Magic. When he is not delivering letters, he is monitoring Loren Morgan and reporting his every move to his master...

Loren knew everything that happened next.

"Werewolf...Ministry of Magic..." The words Loren recited softly made Bigger eager to die. The loyalty of the house elf was tormenting his heart all the time because he leaked the information about his master.

Loren saw something in Big's mind, but his doubts only became more.

What do Voldemort and Crabbe want?

Is this part of Dumbledore's plan?

Did Dumbledore know about the Crabbe family's collusion with werewolves and the Ministry of Magic?

The more I think about it, the more troublesome it becomes, and the clues become more confusing. Loren patted his head to stop his random thoughts and sighed: "No matter what, go to the principal's office tomorrow and tell Dumbledore all these things. If the sky falls, it will be him."

After thinking about it, Loren felt relaxed all over. He glanced at Bige lying on the ground and laughed softly: "I'm really sorry that it's the first time we met like this. But it's okay. I'll take a nap and wait for you to wake up. I won’t remember anything.”

For a moment, Bige seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils trembled violently.

"It's okay, it won't hurt." Loren stretched out his wand in front of the house elf's tennis ball-sized eyeballs and shook it gently:

"【Everything is forgotten】"