On a clear night, the stars in the sky are shining like countless bright silver beads, densely embedded in the deep black night.
But the strange thing is that the moonlight that should be bright is actually graceful, and there is an abnormal red color in the hazy mist, as if a blood-stained hand gently brushed against the moonlight.
A wisp of brisk wind rushed towards the castle from the vast and boundless Forbidden Forest. It gently pushed open Amosta's window sash, and the red moonlight took the opportunity to slip in, creating a bright red halo on the dark brown floor of the dormitory.
The stone box placed on the desk has been opened halfway. The box seems to have the magic power to swallow light. The light from the candlestick shines in but not a trace escapes. Therefore, the other half of the box is still dark and it is difficult to see what is inside. Something happened.
Amosta leaned back in his chair and focused his eyes on the thumb-sized glass bottle held between his fingers. The silver mist in the bottle was slowly rotating, like a rotating galaxy.
This is a bottle of stripped memory. The owner of the memory is Amosta, but he doesn't know when he left this thing behind.
This morning, when Professor McGonagall met Harry Potter, a message automatically popped up in his mind. The message told him that he had hidden something very important under the floor of the dormitory. Once his memory was restored, he must get it back immediately. The condition for triggering the message is to see Harry Potter in person.
Why did you set such conditions back then?
Amosta stared at the gorgeous silver mist, thinking about this problem. Suddenly, his heart beat faster and he thought of a possibility.
"Could it be that the memory here is related to the plot of Harry Potter? The reason why I haven't been able to recall the plot of Harry Potter in my previous life for so many years is because I personally stripped off this memory?"
Amosta murmured, but then he shook his head and rejected his previous guess.
The greatest advantage of a time traveler is simply knowing the plot in advance.
Knowing the plot means that you can avoid all dangers in advance and benefit yourself. No matter what happens, Amosta believes that he will not give up such a huge advantage.
In fact, Amosta could directly integrate this memory, so that his doubts could be answered, but he was cautious and did not dare to try easily.
Memory represents a person's past and experience, and it can even change a person's personality to some extent. Amosta is not even sure whether the information in his mind was left by him back then or was forced by others. Instilled with memory magic.
If it is the latter, then the caster must have expected that after seeing that piece of information, he will retrieve it and integrate it into his memory. If he implants some false information in his memory and deliberately misleads his behavior...
Of course, those who have the ability to forcibly extract his memory and modify it don't have to go through such trouble. Maybe it would be much simpler to directly use magic to control his actions.
But Amosta still couldn't ignore this possibility. When he was still in school, he was not as powerful as he is today, so it was not impossible for him to be tricked by others.
After hesitating for a long time, Amosta decided to give up integrating into the memory for the time being. His attainments in memory magic were not outstanding. If the memory in the bottle was modified by a master specializing in memory magic, he might not have the vision to detect it. A more appropriate way to take risks is to find a memory master to do an appraisal for yourself.
Is there a master of memory magic at Hogwarts?
Amosta thought, Dumbledore must be one of them, but unless he drank two large bowls of Felixir in a row, he would definitely not make such a stupid choice.
After putting the memory bottle away close to his body, Amosta stood up and opened the half-covered stone cover. He quietly stared at the contents of the box, and the faint candlelight hit his face, making his expression look... Obscure and difficult to understand.
Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four giants who founded Hogwarts thousands of years ago and the founder of Ravenclaw House, was the most beloved thing during his lifetime. The treasure that represents the two beautiful qualities of calmness and wisdom is lying quietly. At the bottom of the box.
However, this treasure is now a piece of garbage with black dry scabs on its surface and split into two halves.
Ravenclaw's diadem had been lost for thousands of years. Amosta didn't know how much effort it took for Voldemort to find it, but he was extremely indignant at Voldemort's behavior of turning such a treasure into a Horcrux.
Amosta can imagine what kind of ripples this thing would cause if it appeared in the underground world. Countless wizards from the ancient sect who share the same magical power as the four giants would probably be willing to exchange all their wealth for it, even at the cost of bloodbath. The Malfoy family, which is apparently the wealthiest in the wizarding world, just to scrape together enough galleons to buy it.
It was clear that he was only one step away from achieving wealth and freedom, but he had to destroy this opportunity with his own hands. Thinking about it now, Amosta felt blocked in his heart.
Speaking of destroying the crown with your own hands, it is another question worth pondering.
Amosta clearly remembers how he discovered the crown, and he can also feel the remaining fire breath on the crown soaked with his magic power. However, the memory of destroying the crown is vague. As for why this happened Situation, I'm afraid the answer lies in that small bottle of memory just now.
"Recover as before!"
Amosta pointed at the crown with his wand. The two old and faded crowns lying in his palms trembled for a short while, and then returned to calm.
This is not surprising. Although the powerful black magic attached to the crown of the Horcrux has been dissolved by Amosta's fierce fire, the crown itself still contains strange magic power. It is not feasible to restore a legendary magic item with powerful magic power. Such a simple thing.
"Does the crown really possess the magical power to grant its holder unimaginable wisdom, as the rumors say?" Amosta guessed.
At least Voldemort must not have discovered the power of the crown itself, otherwise he would not have done such a wasteful act.
"Just keep it for now," Amosta said to himself. "Try to use adhesive to stick the crown together another day. Maybe those sect wizards with abnormal minds can't see it!"
The cold wave outside and the hot air inside the house formed a convection. The strong wind made the open window sash snap. Amosta walked to the window and closed it. He had good eyesight and unexpectedly saw an oil lamp shaking. The ground floated out of the Forbidden Forest and drifted bumpily towards Hagrid's hut.
"--Hermione Granger should have told Hagrid about my return to Hogwarts as an inquisitor, but I'm afraid she sent the wrong message and mistakenly thought it was the Ministry of Magic... something is wrong,"
Amosta frowned suddenly and carefully recalled the scene when they met in the morning.
Hagrid seemed very nervous about the news, but this was strange. Why was he so nervous? Could it be that he thought the Ministry of Magic had instructed me to go back to Hogwarts to trouble Dumbledore?
Or maybe he actually knows something about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...or even has a direct connection?
Amosta pursed her lips and stared at Hagrid's hut with a deep gaze.
After thinking for a while, Amosta looked at the candlelit room in the tower not far away and shook his head. Just as Professor Snape said, Dumbledore may not be as noble as people think, but he is indeed not. The trust he showed in Hagrid by allowing someone to hurt the students in the school was enough to show that Hagrid was not suspicious.
"Mr. Principal, he should be collecting the Dark Lord's Horcruxes now..."
Amostra closed the curtains and muttered as he walked back, "If he is willing to recycle the damaged Horcrux, for Professor Snape's sake, I can give him a fair price!"
