After turning a few pages of the book, Sigoness raised her wand and pointed it at Vio and swiped solemnly, and after about thirty seconds, the sweet potato bounced into the air—and in mid-air, she changed back to Vio's appearance, and her whole body curled up into a ball and fell back to the ground. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Auntie—" Vio saw a few words written on the cover of the book: Register of Ancestors Inventing Spells and Spell Breaking Register. "Why don't you tell us that all the spells cast by our ancestors in the books are recorded?"

She couldn't believe that her aunt and parents were such "insidious" people, "Seeing all the strange changes in me in the past month, you are still smiling so happily, it is better to tell the truth - am I really the daughter of my parents and your niece?"

"Vio, this is a tradition, and your father and I were really poisoned by all kinds of spells like you. Sigoness explained softly.

"The ancestors believed that the best way to learn a spell is to practice it, and only when you have experienced a spell and experienced its power first-hand will you not be proud of the magic power, and you will have a unique understanding of the changes in your own magic power when you use your wand. ”

"-As for this. Sigoness raised the book in his hand and raised it at her, his eyes were full of seriousness, and added: "Every year when the summer vacation is about to end, there are always one or two spells left on the body that cannot be broken. ”

"Ha, that is, if it weren't for the school year that was about to start, I would have been boiled and roasted by Mickey in boiling water today, right?"

Vio was terrified when he thought about it, Mickey had even prepared boiling water, and if it hadn't happened for his aunt to show up, oh my God, she would have become a joke in the history of time travel - the time-traveler turned into a sweet potato and was cooked for dinner by the house elves -

I don't know what would have happened if I had written this as a grapevine and posted it to the Daily Prophet and secretly put Aunt Sigoness's name on it, but I guess the day after the story was published, her window would be occupied by owls.

Sigoness pursed her lips lightly and smiled without saying a word.

"Alright, the spell on you has been completely lifted. It's time to break the spell on Draco. Sigoness got up and opened the door, but Draco was still waiting outside, one hand still in the air, index and middle fingers curled up, exactly as he was about to knock on the door.

When he saw Sigoness, he only said calmly, "Sontrell, she may have been baked into food, please mourn・・・・・・"

Vio laughed angrily in the room behind Sigoness when she heard his mournful tone—she regretted that Draco had chosen him as an ally after he had lost his memory—he didn't have the idea of taking care of Vio with the friendship of Narcissa and Lady Santriel when they first met—wasn't that a typical thankless task?

Alas, there's one more task this semester: either get Draco's memories back from the professor or clean him up.

Sigoness coughed lightly, then turned sideways to let Draco see Vio standing there in the room, and unsurprisingly, Draco petrified. But soon, he skipped Vio and smiled at Sigoness, "Miss Sigoness, it's amazing that you're so well-informed and able to break so many spells on Santril, so you're not hesitant to help me solve these little problems・・・・・・"

Vio reflected bitterly for a moment - in this society that looks at faces based on strength, she must one day raise her eyebrows.

Then she walked out of Sigoness's room with her head held high, and deliberately knocked him aside as she passed by him, the "old" Draco clutched his chest, and his eyebrows were almost entangled, Sigoness thought he really couldn't take it anymore, and quickly helped him into the room and sat down, and then retrieved the Spell Register.

Draco, who was sitting across from Sigoness, looked at the tome in her hand, a strange glint in his eyes.

That afternoon, after Vio came out of Sigoness's room, he went back to his room and took a good shower, and then fell asleep. In the evening, when Santriel's family had dinner, she learned that Draco had been picked up by Lucius and Narcissa that afternoon.

With less than a week to go before school, Mrs. Santrill offered to take Vio to Diagon Alley to buy books and items for the new semester, and let Mr. Santrim stay at home to prepare for Vio's dinner before she left home.

"Am I not with you, Cassie?" Mr. Santriel was a little surprised, "If Vio bought too much, he couldn't let you and Sigoness help get it back." ”

"No, no, we, let's take Mickey with us・・・・・・" replied Mrs. Sontrell with a little weakness, her cheeks flushed slightly, and shimmered intoxicatingly red in the candlelight.

"Cassie?" said Mr. Santriel's voice, full of disbelief: was his wife's charm waning when he would rather go out with an ugly house-elf (he thought guiltily about Mickey, and then consoled himself that he had only objectively clarified his aesthetic) than invite him along, while he was still quite happy to accompany him?

"My dear, you know・・・・・・ Gilderoy Lockhart was going to hold a book signing at the Blotted Bookstore that day—I happened to have a few books written by Sigoness and I happened to have a few books written by him, and it would be nice to have a picture with Vio by the way・・・・・・" Madame Santriel said, putting down her knife and fork, and looking at the void with a smile, as if she had stood in front of Gilderoy Lockhart.

"How many books?" and so on - what kind of fantasy novels do you mean, you put in front of your bed and go through every night?" said Mr. Sontril.

"Oh, it's not fantasy, Cyril. Mrs. Sontrell snorted slightly, and then explained sweetly, "It was some of Mr. Lockhart's personal adventures, very fantastical and wonderful, some of the travelogues that made him special. Cyril, if you had time to read those books, you would have been amazed by his breadth of knowledge, his bravery and his wit, that he was truly a hero・・・・・・I mean, you look at the deeds he wrote in his books - dueling with a particularly terrifying female ghost with a bruised face, conquering a creepy vampire and taking him on a journey・・・・・・"

Madame Sontrell reveled again.

"I'm full. Go ahead. Sigoness, vio, I'll go upstairs first. Mr. Santrill glanced at his wife, grabbed the napkin and pressed the corner of his mouth, then dragged his chair away heavily, turned and left. His face looked dark, but Mrs. Sontrell didn't seem to notice her husband's puffing up.

Vio and Sigoness ate their own meals and didn't say anything. She really didn't expect that Mrs. Suntrell also regarded Lockhart as an idol, much like Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley—it seemed that there was no difference in identity when it came to pursuing idols.

In fact, Vio was a little interested in meeting this Gilderoy Lockhart, and when she read Lockhart's plot before, she knew that he was a liar, a hypocritical and selfish person - but she felt that this trait could still be used a little.