Chapter 247 A Hanging Thread
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 247 A Hanging Thread
After a while of dizziness, Amosta returned to his office, patted the ashes on his robe, he opened his hand to Sirius,
"Filch said he'd try to look for it again, but I don't think there's much hope."
This result was expected, so Sirius only regretted it for a short while before regaining his composure.
Maybe it's because the time spent as a beast in recent months is much longer than that of a human being. Sirius returned to the sofa, but instead of sitting down, he crawled on the sofa cushion with his hands and feet like a cat or dog. If it wasn't for Ah Mosta's weird eyes, he hasn't noticed anything wrong with him yet,
"It doesn't matter if it's lost or destroyed--" Sirius muttered to ease the embarrassment. Clearly."
Amosta slowly returned to the desk. He had never seen the Marauder's Map in Sirius's mouth, and he lacked a certain understanding of the wonder of this thing. works.
Just like in the era when Voldemort was active many years ago, why people were so afraid of the word "Voldemort" that they dared not even say it, it was because for a long period of time, Voldemort cast a spell on his name, the name It has magical powers. Voldemort used this to locate those wizards who dared to call themselves by their names, and killed them brutally after finding them.
Over time, these three words have become taboo in the magic world.
""Name and Magic Power", you probably refer to the knowledge in this book—"
Amosta stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.
As far as he knows, among all the routine magics for concealing one's whereabouts, Polyjuice Potion and Animagus are probably the best ones, especially Animagus, even with Amosta's current eyesight, if If he wasn't vigilant, he might be deceived, but Sirius actually said that the map could detect the disguise of Polyjuice Potion and Animagus, which is indeed a remarkable thing.
"I can't tell you how we did it—"
It is not easy to be surprised by a wizard at the level of Amosta Bryan. Sirius regained his composure a little and showed pride, but facing Bryan's ensuing questioning, Sirius regretted said,
"In order to make this map work, the four of us spent a long time at that time. The design of the magic corridor related to alchemy alone made the four of us stay in the library for several months. The specific production stage. "Name and Magic Power" is just the basic framework of that map. Each of us casted the magic we are good at on the map, and some incomplete ancient magics were obtained from the restricted area.
You know, Bryan, according to our magical attainments at the time, it is beyond our ability to hold so much magic on a piece of ordinary parchment. Some spells that track magic power are invalid, and some are fused with each other, so- -"
Sirius spread his hands, pretending to be innocent.
Amosta nodded, one of the magical properties of magic is its unpredictability.
"So, there is no way to evade the tracking of the Marauder's Map?"
Although he had been monitoring the castle, when it was his turn to be monitored, Amosta didn't feel so happy, especially after the incident with Corona, he had always been interested in this way of finding himself inexplicably. Very jealous.
"That's not so—"
The long imprisonment made some of Sirius' memories not so clear, he frowned and thought hard for a while before saying,
"We did experiments back then, and there were some special magics for hiding names that could keep us from being detected. After all, the most basic framework for building a map is the magic power of names—"
"It was a wake-up call to me—"
After July, whether it is 'Golden Viper' or 'Amosta Bryan', all the information of these two identities has been protected by his magic. Investigate his activities in the castle, but Sirius is not sure. If the map is not lost, but is held by someone, it will cause him unnecessary trouble.
Wisps of black smoke gushing from the tip of Amostar's staff made the whole room dark, and those twisted and twisted smoke swirled in mid-air, quickly integrating a series of seemingly real and false, emitting a faint light chains.
"Take it easy, Blake, just in case—"
Amidst Sirius' terrified questioning, Amosta waved his wand lightly.
Gryffindor and Slytherin's Charms class ended, and the students came out of the warm and comfortable classroom in a file. The cold wind in the corridor hit the red faces of the little wizards like a hammer.
Many people crowded the corridor and wrapped themselves in scarves in a hurry. Harry glanced at the three of Malfoy and walked forward without a word against the cold wind. After the death of his parents, he suddenly realized that Malfoy and his two little followers have been honest and surprising recently.
"Harry!"
Harry frowned and stared at Malfoy's back, when he suddenly heard someone calling to him at the corner of the stairs.
"Fred and George?"
Ron shuddered and muttered, "That's weird, they're just here to squat, Harry?"
"Why don't we just go over and ask!"
Hermione, who still had a lot of things to do next, said irritably.
Fred and George directly dragged the three of Harry to the empty classroom on the other side of the stairs. It was get out of class time and there were a lot of students coming and going. George stood guard at the door to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I don't remember inviting you two?"
Fred said to Ron and Hermione, frowning.
"Black is still on the run, and we don't want you to use any fancy ideas to lure Harry out of the castle!"
Hermione pursed her lips and said dissatisfied.
In order to prevent the Weasley brothers from bumping into the muzzle, they have exchanged information about what happened before, so Fred knows what Hermione is going to express, but now he doesn't have time to break this with Hermione, just use In as few words as possible, they described the information they overheard in Filch's office.
"Professor Bryan knew about the Marauder's Map?" Ron wondered, "But it's impossible, isn't it? Otherwise, he should have confiscated that map that night?"
"So we came here to ask—"
Fred looked at Harry seriously, "Have you talked to anyone about this map?"
It was obviously impossible for Harry to make such a low-level mistake, and he didn't talk about it with anyone except Ron and Hermione.
Maybe what Professor Blaine was looking for had nothing to do with maps at all, but the chances of that happening were slim.
"Perhaps Professor Lupine—"
After a group of people were silent for a moment, the pensive Harry suddenly raised his head, and he said to Ron and Hermione, "Remember Professor Lupine's weird question that night, he asked me about the process of discovering the secret passage under the Whomping Willow Did you get any help?"
Harry's guess is not unreasonable, but following it, a new question arises, that is, how did Professor Lupine know the existence of this map?
"Have you got that map, Harry?"
Hermione's question reminded Harry, he opened his bag, spread the parchment frantically on the table, then took out his wand and tapped it lightly.
In an instant, thin lines of ink spread from the tip of the stick like a spider web, connecting with each other, criss-crossing, and extending to every corner of the parchment.
Even if it wasn't the first time seeing him, Ron still stared at the Marauder's Map with a look of awe, while Hermione subconsciously looked away, and after a while, she suppressed her views on the map with no clear origin. Turning her head back again, she suddenly noticed that Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and something seemed wrong.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
Thinking of the notebook from last year, Hermione's heart was beating fast.
"nothing--"
Harry's fingertips pointed to the location of Professor Blaine's office. There was nothing there, it was blank. It seemed that Professor Blaine himself was not in the office, including Professor Lupine they guessed.
But the name that just disappeared. Could it be that my eyes are blurred? ? ?
(End of this chapter)
After a while of dizziness, Amosta returned to his office, patted the ashes on his robe, he opened his hand to Sirius,
"Filch said he'd try to look for it again, but I don't think there's much hope."
This result was expected, so Sirius only regretted it for a short while before regaining his composure.
Maybe it's because the time spent as a beast in recent months is much longer than that of a human being. Sirius returned to the sofa, but instead of sitting down, he crawled on the sofa cushion with his hands and feet like a cat or dog. If it wasn't for Ah Mosta's weird eyes, he hasn't noticed anything wrong with him yet,
"It doesn't matter if it's lost or destroyed--" Sirius muttered to ease the embarrassment. Clearly."
Amosta slowly returned to the desk. He had never seen the Marauder's Map in Sirius's mouth, and he lacked a certain understanding of the wonder of this thing. works.
Just like in the era when Voldemort was active many years ago, why people were so afraid of the word "Voldemort" that they dared not even say it, it was because for a long period of time, Voldemort cast a spell on his name, the name It has magical powers. Voldemort used this to locate those wizards who dared to call themselves by their names, and killed them brutally after finding them.
Over time, these three words have become taboo in the magic world.
""Name and Magic Power", you probably refer to the knowledge in this book—"
Amosta stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.
As far as he knows, among all the routine magics for concealing one's whereabouts, Polyjuice Potion and Animagus are probably the best ones, especially Animagus, even with Amosta's current eyesight, if If he wasn't vigilant, he might be deceived, but Sirius actually said that the map could detect the disguise of Polyjuice Potion and Animagus, which is indeed a remarkable thing.
"I can't tell you how we did it—"
It is not easy to be surprised by a wizard at the level of Amosta Bryan. Sirius regained his composure a little and showed pride, but facing Bryan's ensuing questioning, Sirius regretted said,
"In order to make this map work, the four of us spent a long time at that time. The design of the magic corridor related to alchemy alone made the four of us stay in the library for several months. The specific production stage. "Name and Magic Power" is just the basic framework of that map. Each of us casted the magic we are good at on the map, and some incomplete ancient magics were obtained from the restricted area.
You know, Bryan, according to our magical attainments at the time, it is beyond our ability to hold so much magic on a piece of ordinary parchment. Some spells that track magic power are invalid, and some are fused with each other, so- -"
Sirius spread his hands, pretending to be innocent.
Amosta nodded, one of the magical properties of magic is its unpredictability.
"So, there is no way to evade the tracking of the Marauder's Map?"
Although he had been monitoring the castle, when it was his turn to be monitored, Amosta didn't feel so happy, especially after the incident with Corona, he had always been interested in this way of finding himself inexplicably. Very jealous.
"That's not so—"
The long imprisonment made some of Sirius' memories not so clear, he frowned and thought hard for a while before saying,
"We did experiments back then, and there were some special magics for hiding names that could keep us from being detected. After all, the most basic framework for building a map is the magic power of names—"
"It was a wake-up call to me—"
After July, whether it is 'Golden Viper' or 'Amosta Bryan', all the information of these two identities has been protected by his magic. Investigate his activities in the castle, but Sirius is not sure. If the map is not lost, but is held by someone, it will cause him unnecessary trouble.
Wisps of black smoke gushing from the tip of Amostar's staff made the whole room dark, and those twisted and twisted smoke swirled in mid-air, quickly integrating a series of seemingly real and false, emitting a faint light chains.
"Take it easy, Blake, just in case—"
Amidst Sirius' terrified questioning, Amosta waved his wand lightly.
Gryffindor and Slytherin's Charms class ended, and the students came out of the warm and comfortable classroom in a file. The cold wind in the corridor hit the red faces of the little wizards like a hammer.
Many people crowded the corridor and wrapped themselves in scarves in a hurry. Harry glanced at the three of Malfoy and walked forward without a word against the cold wind. After the death of his parents, he suddenly realized that Malfoy and his two little followers have been honest and surprising recently.
"Harry!"
Harry frowned and stared at Malfoy's back, when he suddenly heard someone calling to him at the corner of the stairs.
"Fred and George?"
Ron shuddered and muttered, "That's weird, they're just here to squat, Harry?"
"Why don't we just go over and ask!"
Hermione, who still had a lot of things to do next, said irritably.
Fred and George directly dragged the three of Harry to the empty classroom on the other side of the stairs. It was get out of class time and there were a lot of students coming and going. George stood guard at the door to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I don't remember inviting you two?"
Fred said to Ron and Hermione, frowning.
"Black is still on the run, and we don't want you to use any fancy ideas to lure Harry out of the castle!"
Hermione pursed her lips and said dissatisfied.
In order to prevent the Weasley brothers from bumping into the muzzle, they have exchanged information about what happened before, so Fred knows what Hermione is going to express, but now he doesn't have time to break this with Hermione, just use In as few words as possible, they described the information they overheard in Filch's office.
"Professor Bryan knew about the Marauder's Map?" Ron wondered, "But it's impossible, isn't it? Otherwise, he should have confiscated that map that night?"
"So we came here to ask—"
Fred looked at Harry seriously, "Have you talked to anyone about this map?"
It was obviously impossible for Harry to make such a low-level mistake, and he didn't talk about it with anyone except Ron and Hermione.
Maybe what Professor Blaine was looking for had nothing to do with maps at all, but the chances of that happening were slim.
"Perhaps Professor Lupine—"
After a group of people were silent for a moment, the pensive Harry suddenly raised his head, and he said to Ron and Hermione, "Remember Professor Lupine's weird question that night, he asked me about the process of discovering the secret passage under the Whomping Willow Did you get any help?"
Harry's guess is not unreasonable, but following it, a new question arises, that is, how did Professor Lupine know the existence of this map?
"Have you got that map, Harry?"
Hermione's question reminded Harry, he opened his bag, spread the parchment frantically on the table, then took out his wand and tapped it lightly.
In an instant, thin lines of ink spread from the tip of the stick like a spider web, connecting with each other, criss-crossing, and extending to every corner of the parchment.
Even if it wasn't the first time seeing him, Ron still stared at the Marauder's Map with a look of awe, while Hermione subconsciously looked away, and after a while, she suppressed her views on the map with no clear origin. Turning her head back again, she suddenly noticed that Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and something seemed wrong.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
Thinking of the notebook from last year, Hermione's heart was beating fast.
"nothing--"
Harry's fingertips pointed to the location of Professor Blaine's office. There was nothing there, it was blank. It seemed that Professor Blaine himself was not in the office, including Professor Lupine they guessed.
But the name that just disappeared. Could it be that my eyes are blurred? ? ?
(End of this chapter)
