Chapter 115: Preparing to Absorb Memories
Dumbledore's expression was unusually serious, and he glanced at Ricardo, then looked down the bridge of his crooked nose at Harry and Ron.
Ricardo bit his lip and made eye contact with Lockhart, his fingers moving lightly, and his mouth was sealed with a silent spell cast without a staff.
There was a long silence. Then Dumbledore said, "Please explain why you are doing this. β
His tone was calm, but it was clear that there was a disappointment that was more terrifying than shouting.
Harry didn't look Dumbledore in the eye, only spoke into his knees.
He told Dumbledore everything, but Harry's tone became a little vague when he said "he and Ron happened to find a flying car outside the station".
The psychological quality is not up to par...... Ricardo complained inwardly.
He could tell that the car must be someone he had a good relationship with.
Take a look at Ron next to him...... Obviously, the car is related to their family.
But Dumbledore didn't ask about the car. After Harry finished, he just continued to stare at them through his glasses.
"Let's go get something." Ron said in despair.
"What are you talking about, Weasley?" Professor McGonagall shouted.
"We're fired, aren't we?" Ron said.
Harry looked at Dumbledore again.
Ricardo rolled his eyes to himself. Expelling Harry Potter? It's just hilarious! Expelling Dumbledore wouldn't have anyone want to expel Harry Potter!
Of course, this is also due to the fact that Dumbledore is in or out of Hogwarts, and the school is under his control.
"Not today, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said, without surprise, "but I must make you feel the gravity of your actions, and I'll write to your home tonight." I must also warn you that if you behave like this again, I will have to expel you. β
Snape's expression was as if he had heard that Christmas had been cancelled.
He cleared his throat and said, "Professor Dumbledore, these two students have caused serious damage to a precious ancient tree in defiance of the decree restricting the use of magic by underage wizards...... Acts of this nature are of course ......"
"Let Professor McGonagall decide the punishment for these two students, Severus," Dumbledore said calmly, "they are students in her house, and she should be responsible." He turned to Professor McGonagall, "I have to get back to the banquet, Minerva, and I'm going to make a few announcements." Come on, Severus, there's a custard flan that looks so good that I want to try it. Oh yes, Ricardo β aren't you going to a restaurant for something? β
"I'd love to, but I've just had some inspiration for a piece of research and want to break through firstβLockhart, don't you mind joining me?" Ricardo waved his hand and grabbed Lockhart, who wanted to leave.
Dumbledore looked meaningfully at Ricardo's sleeve (which belonged to Lockhart), nodded at him, and left the place in silence.
I don't know why, Ricardo felt a little relieved at that glance.
Snape glared at Harry and Ron viciously, and was pulled out of the office. There were only five of them left in the house. Ricardo was going to wait for Dumbledore to go far before going back.
Professor McGonagall was still staring at Harry and Ron like angry eagles.
"You'd better go to the infirmary, Weasley, you're bleeding."
"Nothing." Ron wiped the wound on his eye with the sleeve of his coat, "Professor, I'd like to see my sister's sorting ceremonyβ"
"The sorting ceremony is over, and before I come here," Ricardo said, "your sister is in Gryffindor. β
"Oh, that's great!"
"Speaking of Gryffindor-" Professor McGonagall said sternly, but Harry interjected, "Teacher, school hadn't started before school when we got in the car, so- so Gryffindor shouldn't be deducted, right?" β
Ricardo was stunned, is this the reckless Harry who I know about on a night trip to the fourth floor? But at first glance it makes sense......
Professor McGonagall gave Harry a stern look, but Ricardo could tell that she was smiling too.
"I'm not going to deduct points from Gryffindor." She said, "But keep you here." β
Professor McGonagall raised her wand again and pointed at Snape's table, where a large plate of sandwiches, two silver cups, and a jug of chilled pumpkin juice appeared.
"You eat right here, and then go straight back to the dorm." "I have to go back to the banquet too." β
Ricardo followed Professor McGonagall out the door, and then ......
When the gate closed, they heard a long whistle.
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"I have to say...... Minerva, your students only seem to care if they are penalized or not......" Ricardo unceremoniously arched the fire.
McGonagall's face suddenly darkened, she raised her head, and her voice raised an octave: "Since you are so happy to come to school by car, then tomorrow afternoon, come to my office and copy the Transfiguration textbook!" β
There was a sense of joy in the air.
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"What happened to you just now? You're going to hurt me a lot like this! Arriving at Ricardo's office, Lockhart couldn't help but complain.
"Don't you think there are enough people who know your bottom line?" Ricardo glanced at him helplessly, "If I hadn't supervised you to take those portraits off the walls, you would have been caricatured to death by Severus!" β
"Well, it's a bit reckless to pull them into my office," Lockhart finally nodded, "I just wanted to prove my say." β
"You...... Reducing your presence is what you have to do. Ricardo was speechless, what kind of presence did a person who could be defeated by a first-year student show his presence?
"I'll be more careful in the future. By the way, what are you pulling me here for? Lockhart didn't want to go on and changed the subject.
"You're in constant contact with memory," Ricardo said, "I want to include a memory now, but it's a long memory, and I want to extract the necessary parts from it and enter it into my brain, and just watch the rest of it." β
"What does that mean?" Lockhart didn't understand.
"In the process of looking at memories, useful memories are extracted and implanted in the brain, while other memories are just watching. This way, we don't have to worry so much about remembering those things, but can remember everything we want at will. β
Originally, he just wanted to absorb these memories so that he could dispense with them, after all, reading and memorizing books are not the same thing. But now, he wants more.
If you can use memory magic, you can control your memory......
"No, it's not going to work," Lockhart turned pale and shook his head, "if I had so much power, how could I be like this?" β
"Why not? Not technically working? β
"Technically possible, but my magic is not strong enough to sustain ......"
"Then I'd better take a look at this memory first," Ricardo was a little frustrated, "you can help me look at it, and if there is any accident, you can help me pull out the memory." But I'd like to talk about the magic of memory. β
"Okay." Lockhart let out a breath and looked a little relaxed.
Ricardo sat on the bed and took a deep breath, his consciousness drifting into that mass of memory.
Lockhart looked at Ricardo with a complicated expression, wanting to say something, but still sighed.