The transcendent successor of Harry Potter

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This time, he returned to the common room very smoothly and walked up to the boys’ lounge.

At this time, there was no one in the lounge, Wilkes nodded with satisfaction, walked to the center of the lounge, and casually took out his wand, waved his head without looking back, and blocked the entrance.

He did not stop, his left hand stretched out, and a ring ring he was wearing on his left hand flashed, and then something appeared on the ground.

It looks like an enlarged, rock-carved wine glass, filled with a shallow, not overflowing transparent liquid.

Exactly the meditation basin.

This is what Wilkes got from the room of demand, and after getting it, he occasionally used it to constantly recall the details in the original book.

He is already very familiar with it.

Wilkes’ left palm was facing up, and there was one more thing, a potion bottle containing a silver memory.

He looked down at the shallow liquid in the stone basin, opened the medicine bottle in his hand, gently poured the memory into it, and his gaze became deeper.

“Just let me see, in your memory…” Wilkes directly poked his head into the stone basin without hesitation and muttered, “… What is it in? ”

Airplanes!

The next moment, he only felt that in front of him, as if a new world had appeared, a black and white world composed of countless ink, he stood abruptly in the center, countless pictures, passing around.

Birth, growth, schooling, betrayal, and stealing, Peter Pettigrew’s life is full of different stages.

Act I:

“Gryffindor!” The Sorting Hat shouted.

The picture turns again, and the second act:

“James Potter, you also teach me Animagus, and I want to become an animal so that we can go out together in the evening.”

The picture turns again, and the third act:

“Nope! Don’t kill me! Lord Dark Lord! I am very useful, I can give you intelligence! A man who was embarrassed and trembled as he knelt down and pleaded.

“Then prove your worth!”

The picture turns again, Act IV:

“Please, Blake, let it go. I don’t know how horrible he is, he tortures me! A man curled up in a corner, kneeling in his grip blocking him, pointing his wand at him and wailing bitterly.

Hearing this, the wizard lost his mind for a moment, and when he saw it in the corner, he waved his wand, created an explosion, and turned into a mouse, leaving only one finger in place.

When the remaining wizard reacted, there were already countless Ministry of Magic Aurors surrounding him.

He did not resist, did not explain, and some laughed in the background of a ruined street, leaving silent tears in the corners of his eyes.

Eventually, under the voyeurism of a mouse in a corner, he was taken away.

The last act, the fifth act:

“Mom, can I raise it?” A red-haired teenager prayed to his mother, “Please.” ”

He holds a filthy mouse in his hand.

……

Scene after scene, Wilkes was in it, watching indifferently as a bystander.

This is the life of Pettigrew.

After a long time, he raised his head sharply, lay his hands around the meditation basin, and took a deep breath, and for a while, he opened his eyes, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Wilkes frowned, looked down at the stone basin, and fell silent, as if thinking about something.

“Why not…” he muttered suddenly, making sure it wasn’t that he had overlooked something, but that he really didn’t.

Wilkes wondered that he hadn’t found the part of his memory of the process of making the Marauder’s Map.

This should be impossible.

He knew very well that this memory was extracted by himself, and under the situation of Peter Pettigrew being taken of his soul, it was impossible to modify the situation.

But Wilkes really didn’t find it, not even the shadow of any Marauder’s Map.

“Impossible, it can’t be my problem, since it’s not my reason, that is to say, there are only a few possibilities…”

He stared at the meditation basin, and without hesitation, he lowered his head again, poked his head into the stone basin, and looked at this memory again.

A few minutes later, Wilkes had finished watching all his memories again, his eyes clearer, and he had a conjecture.

Subsequently, after watching this memory several times, he finally determined that this memory had indeed not been changed, but…

“There is a memory that is blurred, it is not artificial, otherwise there will be no trace, and the magic of the memory is applied, it is impossible to have no trace.” Wilkes’ eyes froze and he analyzed seriously.

If he hadn’t used the meditation basin a lot, he would have really overlooked a detail.

It was a memory of Peter Pettigrew, and Harry’s father, Lupin and Sirius, going to the Forbidden Forest together in the middle of the night.

But what really happened in the Forbidden Forest, the memory became blurred.

In the meditation basin, this memory turned into a cloud of black ink, and at first he didn’t care too much, but then he found it after watching it repeatedly.

It is possible to have a vague memory without a trace, which is not something that a “normal” wizard can do.

You know, even in the original book, Hogwarts’ sixth-year Potions professor, Horace Slughorn, such a good wizard, modifying a small memory, will still leave a trace.

Not to mention the direct and untraceable, blurring an entire memory.

But Wilkes was not without gain, and he still reluctantly got a few, very vague words from it.

“The Forbidden Forest Horse Tribe, the Poetry Billy Tales, somewhere in between…” he couldn’t help but muttered for a moment:

“What the hell is the connection…”_

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