Chapter 245: Hanging by a Thread (Part 2)

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After a period of dizziness, Amosta returned to his office, patted the ashes on his robe, and opened his hands 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 felt a little regretful for a short while before regaining his composure.

Perhaps it was because he had spent much more time as a beast than as a human in the past few months. Sirius returned to the sofa, but instead of sitting down, he crawled on the sofa cushions with his hands and feet like a cat or dog. If not for Ah Mosta's weird eyes, he hasn't found anything wrong with him yet,

"It doesn't matter if it's lost or destroyed -" Sirius muttered to ease the embarrassment, "I just hope that thing doesn't fall into Peter's hands, otherwise, he can figure out the whereabouts of all of us. Clearly.”

Amosta slowly returned to his desk. He had never seen the Marauder's Map that Sirius spoke of, and he lacked a certain understanding of the wonders of this thing. However, through the description, he could probably understand what it was like. It works.

Just like many years ago when Voldemort was active, why people are so afraid of the word "Voldemort" that they dare not even say it? It is because for a long time, Voldemort cast a spell on his name. It is magical. Voldemort uses this to locate wizards who dare to call him by his name, and brutally kills them after finding them.

Over time, these three words have become taboo in the magic world.

""Name and Magic", you probably refer to the knowledge in this book--"

Amosta rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful.

As far as he knew, among all conventional concealment magics, polyjuice potion and Animagus were probably the best, especially Animagus. Even with Amosta's current eyesight, if If you were not alert, you would most likely be deceived, but Sirius actually said that the map could detect the disguise of Polyjuice Potion and Animagus. This is indeed an amazing thing.

"I can't tell you how we did it--"

It is not an easy thing to be surprised by a wizard of Amosta Brain's level. Sirius' face showed some pride as he regained his composure a little, but in the face of Brain's ensuing questioning, Sirius regretfully 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" is just the basic framework of the map. Each of us cast his own magic on the map, some of which were incomplete ancient magics obtained from the forbidden book area.

You know, Brian, according to our magical attainments at that time, it was beyond our ability to accommodate so much magic on an ordinary piece of parchment... Some of the magic tracking spells failed, and some merged with each other. ,so--"

Sirius spread his hands, pretending to be innocent.

Amosta nodded. One of the magical things about magic is its unpredictability.

"So, there is no way to avoid being tracked by the Marauder's Map?" ŴŴŴ.

Although he has been monitoring the castle, Amosta didn't feel so happy when it was his turn to be monitored. Especially after the incident with Cliona, he had always been interested in this inexplicable way of finding himself. Very scared.

"That's not the case--"

The long imprisonment made some of Sirius's memories less clear. He frowned and thought hard for a while before saying,

"We did experiments back then, and there were some special name-hiding magics that could prevent one from being detected. After all, the most basic framework for building a map is the magic of names--"

"This is a wake-up call for me--"

After July, whether it is 'Golden Viper' or 'Amosta Brain', all the information about these two identities has been protected by him with magic. Even if someone actually holds the Marauder's Map now, I am afraid there is nothing they can do. Exploring his activities in the castle, but Sirius is not sure. If the map is not lost but is held by someone, it will cause unnecessary trouble for him.

Wisps of black smoke spewed out from the tip of Amosta's staff, making the whole room dim. The winding and twisted smoke was spinning in mid-air, quickly integrating into lines that seemed real and fake, exuding a faint light. of chains.

"Don't be nervous, Blake, just in case--"

Amid Sirius's panicked question, Amosta waved his wand lightly.

.......

Gryffindor and Slytherin's Charms class ended, and the students filed out of the warm and comfortable classroom. The cold wind in the corridor hit the red faces of the little wizards like a hammer.

Many people were blocking the corridor, hurriedly wrapping scarves around themselves. Harry glanced at the three Malfoys who were walking forward silently despite the cold wind. During this time, all he could think about was Black's betrayal, which caused him After my parents died, I suddenly realized that Malfoy and his two little followers had been a bit surprising recently.

"Harry!"

Harry frowned and stared at Malfoy's back when he suddenly heard someone calling him at the corner of the stairs.

"Fred and George?"

Ron shivered and muttered, "How strange. They came here specifically to squat on you, Harry?"

"Why don't we just go and ask!"

Hermione, who still had a lot of things to do next, said irritably.

Fred and George directly dragged the three Harrys to the empty classroom on the other side of the stairs. It was recess time and there were many students coming and going. George was guarding the door to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Did I remember inviting you two?"

Fred said to Ron and Hermione with a raised brow.

"Blake is still on the run, and we don't want you to use any other tricks to lure Harry out of the castle!"

Hermione pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly.

In order to prevent the Weasley brothers from hitting the gun, they had already exchanged information about what happened before, so Fred knew what Hermione wanted to express. However, he didn't have time to talk about this with Hermione now. He just used They described the information they overheard in Filch's office as briefly as possible.

"Professor Brain knows about the Marauder's Map?" Ron looked puzzled, "But this is impossible, isn't it? Otherwise, he should have confiscated the map that night?"

"So we came here to ask-"

Fred looked at Harry seriously, "Have you ever talked to anyone about this map?"

It was obviously impossible for Harry to make such a stupid mistake, and he never mentioned it to anyone except Ron and Hermione.

Maybe what Professor Brain is looking for has nothing to do with the map at all, but the possibility of this happening is slim.

"Maybe Professor Lupin--"

After a group of people were silent for a moment, the pensive Harry suddenly raised his head and said to Ron and Hermione, "Do you still remember Professor Lupin'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 was not unreasonable, but then a new question arose, that is, how did Professor Lupine learn about the existence of this map?

"Do you have that map with you, Harry?"

Hermione's question reminded Harry. He opened his bag and hurriedly spread the parchment on the table, then took out his wand and tapped it lightly.

In an instant, thin ink lines spread from the tip of the staff like a spider web, connecting to each other, criss-crossing, and extending to every corner of the parchment.

Even though it was not the first time they met, Ron still stared at the Marauder's Map with a look of awe, while Hermione subconsciously looked away. After a moment, she suppressed her views on the map that had no clear origin. She turned her head back, but she suddenly noticed that Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and something seemed wrong.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Thinking of last year's notebook, Hermione's heart was beating fast.

"nothing--"

Harry's fingertips pointed at the location of Professor Blaine's office. There was nothing there, a blank space. It seemed that Professor Blaine himself was not in the office, including Professor Lupin, who they suspected.

But the name that just disappeared...could it be that I was dazzled? ? ?

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