All the protective magic covering the office has been removed by Amosta. The weak starlight once again passed through the curtains blown by the breeze and reflected on the dark floor of the office. Amosta leaned on the back of his chair and stared. Those mottled lights and shadows can't hide the tired look.
Before reading the memory, Amosta expected that he would see some interesting information. However, no matter how rich his imagination was, he did not expect that the memory that he had 'deleted' would actually contain such incredible information.
"Harry Potter--"
After a while, Amosta closed his eyes and a wry smile appeared on his lips.
The memory under the dormitory floor has nothing to do with the plot, but it is more important than the plot. It can even be said that this is a memory that affects the 'future direction'.
"No wonder I took such thorough protection back then--"
Amosta hummed softly, and the wry smile on his lips turned into a sinister expression without realizing it. There was not only relief but also doubt in his eyes.
"--Am I still involved? But, why should I go to this point...Is that really possible..."
The content of the memory itself allowed Amosta to understand why this memory appeared, and why the clues of this memory only appeared when he returned to Hogwarts and met Harry Potter. But its existence has also given Amosta a deeper doubt. This doubt cannot be answered at present. Only by following the long river of time step by step can its mystery be unveiled one day in the future.
"Butterfly effect---it seems that my appearance has made the problem more complicated..."
Rotating the wand on his fingertips, Amosta turned his attention to the voodoo doll on the bookshelf, whose nose was on the verge of breaking and whose candle body made of dragon's blood had turned pale pink. He could already feel that this doll was under the influence of the Dark Lord's power. He could no longer hold on under the torture, which meant that his time at Hogwarts was about to count down.
"The heat is almost done--"
Amosta moved his nostrils and let out a laugh of unknown meaning. He could already smell the breath of 'freedom'.
.............
"The Eight-Eyed Spider - this is a highly aggressive gregarious dark creature. Currently, there is no such creature whose meat the Eight-Eyed Spider does not like. Of course, this includes human flesh."
Amosta's explanation made the young wizards who 'legally' entered the edge of the Forbidden Forest slightly restrain their excitement and return their attention like a runaway horse to the juvenile eight-eyed spider behind Professor Blaine. On the body.
"You can tell from its size that this is a magical creature with very good speed and strength. What needs special attention is that the venom of an adult eight-eyed spider can even incapacitate a fire dragon."
Amosta talked in front of a group of young wizards,
"However, it is still not difficult to deal with, because the Eight-Eyed Spider's weaknesses are as prominent as its advantages. Compared with the resistance of the fur or scales of ordinary magical creatures to magic, the Eight-Eyed Spider's magic resistance and Wizards are almost the same, which means that even a first-year wizard can defeat this creature as long as he can hit the eight-eyed spider with his magic spell!"
"Professor Blaine!"
Gryffindor Katie Bell raised her hands, her voice mixed with excitement and fear,
"If we are bitten by an eight-eyed spider...will it lay eggs in our bodies!"
"Why can't you ask a less disgusting question, Katie?" Alia said dissatisfied.
Click, click, click....
Amosta laughed, waved his hand to lift his petrification spell, and loudly gave instructions to the eager little wizards,
"Stand back three hundred feet, line up, and try to petrify or stun the eight-eyed spider before it rushes over and injects venom into your bodies.
Friendly reminder, everyone, at this distance, the eight-eyed spider will come to you in less than five seconds. In other words, you only have the chance to cast two spells...
You must be determined to make a desperate move, understand? If you fail, you will have to swallow the bitter pill yourself, because I will not take action... You should thank the first and second grade students, I have The difficulty of practical classes has been reduced to a level that even Filch can handle! "
Facing a group of excited little wizards, the eight-eyed spider held up its black turtle and closed its eyes in despair, as if it had anticipated its tragic ending.
This is what happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical classes in the third, fourth and fifth grades. Under the strong opposition of Professor McGonagall, Amosta had to cancel his original plan to find a closed classroom to restore the Forbidden Forest. The environment allows the little wizards to engage in a 1V1 plan with the Eight-Eyed Spider under completely unknown circumstances.
However, this level of difficulty seems to be just right for little wizards, and most people can have a great time playing it.
Some who have both courage and practical ability, such as the Weasley twins and Cedric of Hufflepuff, can even play with this unlucky eight-eyed spider with ease!
That night in the Gryffindor lounge, when they heard Fred and George showing off to the crowd that they had used the Petrification Curse and the Crushing Curse to kill off the two thin limbs of the Eight-Eyed Spider, Ron, who was originally worried about tomorrow's practical class, suddenly Showing the expression of surviving the disaster.
"No matter what you deal with, it's better than a spider!"
Ron's trembling words made Halligan and Hermione look at each other. They knew that Ron's confidence could only be maintained until before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Blaine would let Ron know what it means to have a 'dangerous heart' !
"Speaking of -"
Ron chewed a piece of pumpkin pie, frowned and looked at Harry and Hermione, who had been in a daze no matter what they did in the past two days, and said,
"Don't you two have any ideas?"
Hearing this, Harry collapsed on the sofa, and Hermione also put down her Transfiguration paper and sighed,
"It's harder than you think, Ron. I think you should be well prepared...
Professor Brain's words in the school hospital are inspiring, but for those of us who lack practical experience, it can't be that easy, right? "
Hermione looked at Ron who seemed to have accepted his fate calmly and said,
"That's not something that can be solved by knocking someone's head out with a levitating spell."
Ever since Professor Brain agreed to give everyone another chance to give up in the school hospital that night, basically most of the young wizards who had seen the Inferi chose to give up, and some of the young wizards who were originally planning to enter the maze in the second group also Quite a few have made new decisions.
In fact, Ron also had the idea of giving up, but when he saw that Harry and Hermione continued to persevere, even Neville squatted in front of the fireplace all day long, thinking hard about what simple little spell he could use to defeat the monsters in the maze. The dark creature had no choice but to grit his teeth and persist in order to maintain his fragile self-esteem.
"After tomorrow, Professor Brain has scheduled the next practical class for next Thursday. Before then, I hope I can think of some way..."
Hermione said with a sad look on her face.
"Since Professor Brain has allowed everyone to give up, why can't he allow us to look up some information?"
