A faint breeze blew on Brandy's face, making his nose tickle a little, and he couldn't help but lower his head and sneeze.

Wind?

Brandi blinked in confusion as he tentatively held out his hand. Yes, the slightest touch on the tips of his fingers slid down his skin like the softest ribbon.

It is indeed the wind, but how can there be wind in this completely independent classroom, banished by magic?

And......

"Hey, what are you staring at me all the time?"

Feeling the strange gaze coming from her side, Hermione, who had retired from Frankenstein, turned her head unkindly and glared at him menacingly, her long maroon hair draped over her shoulders. "Don't bother me to observe, this is the ancient magic that Parvati brought out of the Fifth Seal!"

Brandi didn't answer, his gaze flickered, lingering on her face for a moment, and then he turned his head quickly, as if suddenly interested in the unquenchable fire by the door.

"What, inexplicable." Hermione was stunned, then suddenly spat in shame and turned her head away with a red face. He continued to watch as if nothing had happened, his little fists clenched together.

It's weird.

Seeing Hermione turn her head and continue to stare intently at Parvati's spell, Brandy's face was still trying to maintain her blandness, and there was a hint of panic on her face. Compared to the breeze just now, the wind had obviously become stronger and stronger, and even Brandy's short hair was swaying violently before rushing to his face, and his robes were bulging, hunting in the wind.

Why is Hermione still so calm there? Can't she see the disobedience on her side?

He hesitated to look at the others, feeling even more trepidation: Dumbledore stood on the other side of the clearing, looking with interest at the mesmerizing magical bond between the two sisters in mid-air, his beard hanging low on his chest, showing no sign of flying. Parvatipadma stood quietly, frowning, a crimson glow coming out of their wands, as if they were trying to get it out of it.

But no matter who they were, they were all neatly dressed and their faces were peaceful, and they didn't look like they were being blown by the wind at all.

What the hell do you ......

Just as he was scratching his head, a vague, red behemoth emerged from the wands of the two men and inflated like a balloon being inflated. In the blink of an eye, everything was dyed crimson.

Parvati's magic was done.

Suddenly, as if he had come from a field to the top of the mountains, it was as if the real wind turned into layers of transparent ripples visible to the naked eye, and hit Brandy's body with a slap on his head and face, he only felt that his body was suddenly light, and he couldn't help but want to lean back. He hurriedly reached out to hold on to the wall beside him and leaned forward so that he was not blown away. His ears began to be filled with the roar of the wind, which was only low at first, but as the wind became faster and faster, more and more urgent, and gradually, the voice began to rise up, like a woman's terrible scream.

"Professor! Help me! In desperation, Brandi didn't care if his shouting would interrupt Parvati's magic, he opened his mouth, and the strong wind instantly poured into his throat, and he let out a difficult cry for help.

"Professor!"

There was no response, and Dumbledore not far away acted as if he hadn't heard it at all, and not only Dumbledore, but everyone in the room didn't react at all. They remained motionless as they had been a minute earlier, stiffening in place.

Damn it! Brandi was anxious to move forward and touch Hermione, who was close at hand, but his feet felt like they were rooted in the floor, and he couldn't move them. The screams continued to echo in his ears, and the voice became more and more high-pitched, and he had a splitting headache...... Countless visions popped out of his mind, strange Hogwarts, unfamiliar magical lessons, but each image gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, and these images were fleeting, leaving Brandi with no time to think.

A terrible chill soaked through Brandi's body. He seemed to have experienced this similar feeling a long time ago: that 'outsider' feeling.

But is this into whose memory? Apparently not. Parvati's magic is like a giant cage, imprisoning itself in another plane

Maybe it's not just you......

With one hand free, shielding himself from the wind that made it difficult to see things clearly, Brandi narrowed his eyes and struggled to find the second thing in the space that still had 'life'.

Riddle's Diary.

It's just too conspicuous. In the open space not far away, the diary floating in the air was also blown by this strange wind, and the pages were turned over with a clatter, and a looming light and shadow erupted on the blank paper. A human face made of ink emerges from it...... It looked terrified.

"Nope! Don't, don't come here! ”

The impregnable magical barrier that enveloped it suddenly opened without warning.

And at the moment when the barrier was revealed, this space full of strong winds paused slightly, and even the screams in my ears disappeared for a second. subsequently

"Boom!"

All the wind, including this space, is collapsing in the direction of the journal, and everything in front of Brandy's eyes is being twisted into a bizarre shape. There was a loud bang in his ears, as if something had exploded in his head. The long-lost information was thrown out of the dead end of his memory, the Hogwarts of a thousand years ago, the Big Four who fought over it, and the shining sun in Room 13......

Brandy's head stinged like a pinprick, but his thoughts were clearer than ever. This spell that specialized in destroying protective magic freed his mind from the memories of the First Seal, and he remembered them all.

At the same moment, the barrier on the journal flickered a few times in an overwhelmed sound......

The crimson color in the room faded like a tide.

…………

"Brandy, are you alright?" There were anxious shouts, crashes, and the ticking of liquid spilling on the floor.

"Yikes!"

With a short scream, he suddenly came back to his senses and was stunned to find that he was not standing against the wall, but lying on the cold floor...... When he opened his eyes, Hermione was kneeling beside him, clutching his arm tightly.

"I, what's wrong with me?" He blinked, confused.

"You're asking me? How do I know what you've done! Seeing that Brandi seemed to be recoiled, Hermione's domineering temper seemed to come back with her, "It's funny, where is your usual all-nighter spirit?" I can fall asleep while standing...... I didn't pay attention to you for a while, and you suddenly fell to the ground without saying a word! Hmph, what an unsavory guy. ”

Brandi smiled awkwardly as he rubbed his sore forehead and climbed up from the floor. When he looked up, he saw that Parvati and Padma had already put away their wands, and their faces were pale and weak. Clearly, the spell was far beyond their reach Next to them, Riddle's journal lay wet on the ground, spraying colorful ink, and in the middle of the diary, there was a burnt black spot the size of galleons that had been pierced by the spell.

"Is it finished?" Brandi said.

"Of course, as you can see Patton, there is no difference between an unprotected diary and other books, but I think you should have missed a good show~" Dumbledore walked over to the journal, his eyes casting an unpredictable light. "While you're dozing, the Pettier sisters perform a magical spell like never before, a humanoid creature of magical power easily destroys the protection of the diary with its own song."

"Singing?" Brandi subconsciously blurted out, "Isn't it screaming?" ”

A knowing smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

"What kind of aesthetic are you, Brandy." Parvati leaned limply against her sister and yelled at Brandy. "The young lady sings so well, you actually say it's screaming?!"

Forehead......

Brandi realized that because of the forbidden memories in his head, what he saw seemed to be completely different from other people who were not affected by it.

"Alright, that's all for today." Dumbledore said, bending down and picking up the diary at his feet, and then stuffed it into Brandy's arms, who was still trying to digest a memory. "Miss Granger, will you send Sister Petyr back to rest first? Parvatipetil, in particular, was a little too reluctant to cast such a masterful spell in her current state, and if I read it right, almost all the magic of the spell just now was provided by her. I have something I'd like to talk to Barton about alone. ”

With that, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the door to Room Thirteen slammed open.

Hermione nodded, and she stepped forward, holding Parvati and slowly walking out, Padma following them. As she left, she glanced back at Brandi and Dumbledore curiously.

Dumbledore walked to the windowsill, and through the window, his eyes fluttered into contact with the little girl downstairs. Then he turned to face Brandy.

"I think you must be curious about the purpose of my three-month confinement of you, now that the diaries have been destroyed." He said, his eyes twinkling again. "First of all, I need to thank you. When I met you at Hagrid's Hut, all I hoped was that you could help me remind Minerva that I didn't expect you to do much better than I thought you would be able to do much better than I thought, and you showed a much calmer mind and amazing wit in the face of the basilisk and Voldemort than last year, thank you for saving Hogwarts, Brandy. ”

Under Dumbledore's gaze, Brandi smiled sheepishly.