"Forget about it."

All three of them had muzzles on their heads, and with the pull of the trigger, a bundle of silver filaments flew out from the other side of their heads, which was the silk thread of memory.

Their eyes were in a trance for a moment, and less than two minutes of memories were erased from their minds, which didn't have much effect on the wizard.

After his eyes came to his senses, Dumbledore's hand lit a flame, the ominous flame was a powerful fire that could scorch the soul, and the silver thread was ignited, leaving no trace of smoke and dust behind.

"Hey, there's a thief here?" Harry looked up a little dazed, looking around at the ruins, "Could it be that your potions cauldron exploded, Godfather?" ”

"It was Dumbledore who insisted on making the cake, but the dust exploded."

Snape nodded affirmatively, "How could my potions cauldron explode." ”

"Harry, you fartted and fried it after eating too many beans."

Dumbledore reached out and fanned his nose for the smell, as if there was some strange smell left in the air.

The three of them looked at each other, and then raised their wands without saying a word and recited the repair spell, and the originally shattered and collapsed interior landscape flew back to its original position one after another, as if time had gone backwards, but in just a few dozen seconds, the principal's room returned to its original state.

"Ravenclaw's crown of retardation."

Harry looked at the glittering golden crown with some pain, the previous unsightly black history was naturally erased, but in order not to repeat the mistakes of the past, they left in their minds memories of the true effect of the Ravenclaw crown.

"I don't know what's going on, but being mentally retarded should be a terrible thing."

Snape patted his chest with palpitations, "Why did I break my ribs?" ”

He took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth, reached out and simply broke the bone, and it didn't take a few seconds to heal.

"Give me some, my wrist is broken."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, he still had a bruised scratch on his left wrist, although he could guess who did it in an instant, but he didn't say that since he chose to delete that memory, there must be a reason.

"I don't know why, but it hurts, it hurts."

Harry's eyelids fluttered wildly at the sight of the crown, an ominous premonition, an extremely strong ominous premonition.

"I guessed what Ravenclaw's message inside the crown meant."

"Ravenclaw is a Awakened wizard, and she left the words 'I'm too smart to fit in with this world' in the crown, and this crown that makes people mentally retarded may have been designed by her to be able to communicate with other people normally."

"The crown does not bring wisdom, but allows the overly intelligent Ravenclaw to communicate with people normally, and only by lowering her own intelligence level can others understand what she says."

"That's right." Snape nodded slightly, "It's hard to talk to stupid people, Albus, can't you include IQ in wizards' screening criteria when you recruit students?" ”

"Especially those of the pure-blood family, inbreeding and mentally retarded, although there are smart ones, but compared to idiots, there are too few smart people."

Although he is the head of Slytherin, Snape does not have a good impression of the pure-blood students in Slytherin, half-bloods are the main composition of Slytherin, and the elite group, most of them are half-blood wizards, which is also the real reliance of Slytherin to be able to win the House Cup for seven consecutive years before Harry came.

"The source of students is tight, the source of students is tight." Dumbledore snorted, "And IQ is such a thing, magic can't be measured." ”

"Then give the other houses more points, and the Slytherin idiocy will be completely hopeless."

"Ahh Dumbledore looked up at the Sorting Hat who was muttering 'I didn't see anything, I don't know anything' with his eyes closed, "I can't take care of that." ”

"So being the headmaster is so easy?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and Dumbledore was slightly embarrassed.

"Just put the crown aside, I'll take good care of it, if everyone finds out the truth, maybe many people will be sad."

Dumbledore carefully held up the crown with a spell, not daring to touch it with his fingers, and a beautiful brass wooden case contained the tiara, which was then placed on a high shelf.

"The Golden Cup and the Resurrection Stone Ring."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Which one do you think you're more interested in?" ”

With the precedent of the Ravenclaw Crown of the Mentally Handicapped, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup does not seem to be a good choice, although it seems harmless to humans and animals, and Helga Hufflepuff is also the best of the four founders, but no one can say for sure how similar the truth is to historical legends.

"It's better to have a ring."

Harry pinched the Resurrection Stone on the ring, then broke it so hard that it detached from the base of the ring.

There is not a trace of magic emanating from this crystal clear black gem, but when people look at this gem, their eyes seem to be sucked into it, and the crystal clear gem seems to have a slowly rotating vortex inside, with a breathtaking magic.

But the attraction is too faint, especially when the wizard himself has no urgent thoughts, and this attraction does not shake people's will at all.

The other two people present were staring at the stone in Harry's hand, whether it was Dumbledore or Snape, they all wanted to see the figure in their hearts, but they restrained this expectation, Dumbledore recognized that the resurrection stone could not bring the dead back to life, and Snape also understood that he could only see those clear green eyes from Harry.

Giving the Resurrection Stone to Harry was the best outcome, and whether either of the two of them had enlightened him, they didn't know if they could restrain themselves from drinking the deadly poison after they actually possessed the Resurrection Stone.

Harry didn't spin the Resurrection Stone, it was a means of 'calling' dead souls to reality, it was the true 'right' way to use the Resurrection Stone in legends, but it was a trap, a trap where one wrong step would kill you without a place to be buried, it was a vicious gift, a poisonous dagger that killed silently.

The iron-gray magic condensed in Harry's palm, and then seeped into the crystal black gem little by little.

The vortex that seemed to exist became clear at this moment, and it seemed as if a voice was whispering in Harry's ear, speaking softly in his ear in the gentlest voice.

But Harry didn't bother with the seductive whisper, he increased the infusion of magic, and the whirlpool in the gem spun faster and faster, and the originally gentle whisper became rapid and urgent—

Finally, it turned into a screaming cry of intimidation, like a demonic sound, soaked in resentment and curse.

The vortex that had accelerated to its limit was infused with endless magic, and the originally vicious scream trembled at this moment, as if it was begging for mercy, as if it wanted Harry to stop it all.

Eventually, the originally clear black gem was dyed with a cloudy gray that shone with a cold glow like steel.

The vortex was shattered, and some magic was directly destroyed by this brutal method, completely crushing it from the root.

"QO (Lightning)"

There was a flash of electricity that jumped, and then wrapped softly around Harry's fingertips, so heavy that his hand almost drooped.

It is a materialized thunderbolt, a 'thunder element' that has weight and substance.

(End of chapter)