Section 233
The Oblivion Spell cast in this way can not only effectively erase a memory, but also leave no traces, and the spell to break it will be difficult to restore the corresponding memory.
Unless... the person who casts the spell to break it also knows how to use emotions as a breakthrough point, and then casts the spell to break the Oblivion Spell.
Even so, he is not very worried. The memories taken away by the Oblivion Spell are actually stored in Lockhart's head.
...
Harry and the other two looked at each other, somewhat confused about what Lockhart was talking about.
"Professor Lockhart, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Hermione asked with a frown, "Do you want us to take you to the school hospital?"
"Of course not." Lockhart waved his wand again, "O..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Professor Lockhart?" Professor McGonagall appeared at the door. "Excuse me?"
"Oh..." Lockhart's hand holding the wand froze. "Professor McGonagall...what's up? Come on...come in!"
Professor McGonagall walked into the office and looked at the mess on the floor. "Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, why are you here?"
"Professor McGonagall...we just saw Professor Lockhart fainted!" Hermione said hurriedly, "It seems that he was attacked by a monster!"
"Yes!" Harry and Ron nodded repeatedly, "Before that...we were all reading in the library."
Professor McGonagall nodded gently, with satisfaction in her eyes, "Very good! It's getting late now, let's go to dinner!"
...
Leaving Lockhart In the office, Ron looked incredible, "Professor McGonagall looked like my grandmother just now!"
"How should I describe it?" He scratched his head, "Let me think about it... It's a kind feeling... Yes! Kind feeling! Have you seen Professor McGonagall like this?"
"Uh..." Harry shook his head gently, "I don't think I have seen it..."
"See! Just like what I said, it's right to study hard!" Hermione raised her head, "She would be so happy to hear you say 'just studying in the library'!"
"It's not particularly boring..." Harry scratched his head, "At least I understand the pronunciation of the Resurrection Charm. If Lockhart hasn't woken up yet, I plan to try this magic on him!"
Hermione looked at Ron on the side.
Ron hurriedly said: "I read the book "From Silver Needles to Blades", I will show you..."
He took out the mouse Scabbers from his pocket, picked up the wand and held it against the struggling Scabbers, "Change in a good way!"
The mouse Scabbers kept trembling, most of his body turned into a silver cup, but his tail was still shaking, looking extremely panicked.
Ron scratched his head, "No! When I was in the library, I tried it with a bug on the ground! It must be an accident..."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but finally sighed, "It's actually pretty good! After all, it's not an easy thing to transform with a mouse, come on!"
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Chapter 2 I am Gilderoy Snape
Harry also comforted him, "Yes! Think about when we just met, you wanted to transform Scabbers, didn't you have any reaction at all? This time it's at least half successful."
Ron nodded, and suddenly thought of something, "If Professor McGonagall was willing to add points just now..."
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat and said in a stern voice, "Go to the library to study, it's very studious! Gryffindor plus ten points!"
Hermione encouraged, "If you keep up this momentum, Professor McGonagall will definitely give you extra points in the Transfiguration Magic class!"
Harry turned his head to look at Hermione, pursed his lips and didn't say anything, as if he was looking at something.
Hermione frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Harry gestured and said, "I suddenly feel... as if you have changed a lot, your speech has changed... and you took the lead in violating school rules... and took us to the bathroom to brew potions..."
"Remember last school year, when the three-headed dog was there! It's completely different from now!" He looked at Ron, "Ron, don't you think?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, "No? Want me to change back to my original appearance?"
"Of course not!" Harry and Ron shook their heads.
Ron smiled and said, "It's good! Very good! This is how Gryffindor should be!"
...
"Professor McGonagall..." Lockhart hurriedly packed up his things, first put the infatuation water perfume into the drawer, then gathered the messy envelopes and stuffed them into the cabinet.
"Professor Lockhart, what's wrong?" Professor McGonagall looked at the flustered Lockhart, "What trouble have you encountered?"
"It's a small problem, don't worry about it! It's all solved!" Lockhart wiped his sweat, "Do you have something to ask me?"
"I have good news for you." Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment, "The application for the dueling club has been approved, and the time is as you said... next Thursday night."
"So soon!" Lockhart's eyes widened instantly. Although he saw Professor McGonagall's action, he did not take the parchment handed over...
"Yes! Because it is a good suggestion." Professor McGonagall put the parchment on the table, "Principal Dumbledore thinks that it is necessary to let students learn to duel."
"Hahaha..." Lockhart laughed ugly, "After all, I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts! Adventure and dueling are commonplace! No one knows dueling better than me!"
He slowly opened the parchment, scanned the lines of writing on it numbly, and finally read the assistant's name tremblingly, "Severus...Snape?"
Professor McGonagall nodded, "Yes, he is a young professor. I think you should be able to chat better, since we are of the same age group after all."
"I remember you told us when we were in the auditorium that you got along very well with the young people. You also shared a lot of your experiences with us, saying that you could get closer to Professor Snape."
Lockhart's smile became even more ugly, not even showing his eight teeth, "Hahaha... yes... the young professor is indeed quite good at talking..."
If what happened today had not happened, he would at least try and take the initiative to communicate with Snape.
Even if Snape refused to buy it, as a Potions Professor, even a Potions Master, his strength should not be too outrageous, and he would be a good candidate to be the assistant coach of the Duel Club.
In his mind, he still had a lot of insights from others, enough for him to understand how powerful Snape was;
The speed and intensity of the silent coma spell alone were something that few wizards could achieve in his stored memories...
"It's a good thing for young people to communicate more." Professor McGonagall nodded, "Do you need help tidying up your office?"
"How can I trouble you? Professor McGonagall..." Lockhart waved his hand, "I can just take care of it myself."
"Well, I won't disturb you anymore." Professor McGonagall said, turned and left the office.
Confirming that Professor McGonagall was gone, Lockhart swung the door hard, almost slamming it into the frame.
Bang!
The door brought up a gust of wind that made Lockhart shiver.
Not only was the wind cold at this time, but his body and mind were actually even colder.
Oops!
All exposed!
This was what Lockhart was thinking at this time.
When Harry and the others saw his embarrassed appearance...
And Snape knew his secret...
There's also Duel Club next Thursday...
Lockhart's eyes flickered, thinking about what he should do now, "There are still a few days left...what should I do now?"
"Yes! Leave Hogwarts! Leave England! Hide in the Muggle world... Anyway, I know very well how Muggles should live..."
He put his wand in his pocket, first glanced at the self-portrait on the wall, then looked at the various furnishings around him, stood up and started to pack his things...
Furnishings, clothes, self-portraits, books after books...
As there were more and more things in the suitcase, sweat gradually soaked the clothes, and even the delicately styled hair drooped.
"What is this?" Lockhart picked up a pure black notebook, "T.M. Riddle? It looks like an ordinary notebook...is it mine?"
He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt much calmer, and there seemed to be a desire in his heart to try opening the notebook and write something on it.
This desire was so strong that it even suppressed his thoughts of escaping here.
Lockhart wiped his sweat, turned around and sat on his seat, took out ink and quill from the suitcase, and thought about what to write.
The ink dripped down the tip of the quill pen, directly onto the notebook, and disappeared in an instant.
"Disappeared?" Lockhart frowned, picked up the notebook and checked it, "There is no weird feeling... It shouldn't be a dark magic item, right?"
He tried to look back at those stored memories, but couldn't get an answer from them.
"It's not like a dark magic prop... then it shouldn't be a dark magic prop, right?" Lockhart murmured, putting the notebook back on the table.
At this moment, writing suddenly appeared on the notebook.
[Can you tell me your name? Dear Sir... Or Madam? 】
"Did writing appear?" Lockhart opened his mouth, looked at the quill in his hand, and then wrote something, "I am Gild..."
He paused before continuing: "I am Gilderoy Snape."
[Mr. Snape, nice to meet you... Through your handwriting, I can feel your hesitation and anxiety. What happened? Care to tell me? Maybe I can help you. 】
Lockhart took up his pen and wrote: "Who are you?"
[My name is Tom Riddle, a witness and recorder, who records the terrible past and the hidden truth of Hogwarts. 】
Lockhart raised his eyebrows, "The terrible past of Hogwarts? The hidden truth? What did you record?"
