Over the next two hours, Kyle recounts in detail what had happened in the Chamber of Secrets last year.

Nicol doesn't care about the process, except that when it comes to the beginning and the end, he asks a lot of details, including how Kyle feels when time goes backwards, whether there are any special phenomena around him, and even the changes in the environment.

There were some of these questions that even Kyle himself hadn't paid attention to, and he was busy communicating with Riddle at the time, so how could he care about whether it was hot or cold in the secret room.

Two hours later, a parched Kyle picked up the cup on the table and drank the cold black tea inside.

In the middle of it, he also suggested that he could use a meditation basin for Nicola to see for himself.

As the home of a famous alchemist, there is definitely no shortage of such things as meditation pots, and even if there is none, it is estimated that he can make one on the spot.

But Nicolemel shook his head.

"I must tell you that retrieving memories is not a simple task, only wizards who are proficient in memory charms can do it."

"And there's another ......," he continued, "if I'm not mistaken, you've probably learned Occlumency a long time ago." ”

Kyle nodded.

Occlumency was the one spell he'd been learning the most, and it hadn't stopped for years, especially after being reminded by Rowena Ravenclaw.

"There's no way around it."

Nicol said, "For wizards who have learned Occlumency, no one but themselves can extract their memories, neither me nor Albus. ”

"Actually, I can try......" Kyle said, "There was a professor at Hogwarts who was a master of memory charms, and he gave me a note about all his thoughts on memory charms, and I learned a lot from it. ”

"Oh, does Hogwarts still have a Master of the Memory Charm?"

Nicolame looked a little surprised, "Albus has a really good eye, and I have to admit that Beauxbatons is indeed inferior to Hogwarts in the choice of professors." ”

"Perhaps...... Is that so......" Kyle chuckled twice, embarrassed to say what the Memory Master was doing at the moment.

A young professor whose real identity is a liar not only loses his memory, but is also sent to St. Mungo...... It's a shame to say that.

Misunderstanding is misunderstanding, and reaction is not an important thing.

Kyle quickly changed the subject and said, "I can try ......"

"No, it still doesn't work!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted.

"Maybe you want to say that you've made great progress in the mnemonic charm after reading the notes, but I can't risk ......"

Nicola pointed to his forehead and said seriously, "Your head is more valuable than what I want to know, so...... No way!

"And there is no need, from what you just described, I basically know the situation."

With a wave of his hand, the surrounding blue lake-colored reliefs and shelves vanished in an instant, replaced by a wall painted with various magical symbols.

Under his command, one after another magic texts lit up, flashing like stars.

Nicol muttered to himself, "Unlike the existing time turner, it doesn't seem to end in a way that fits the original point in time, but more like a necessary condition to be completed, so that it doesn't need ......"

He waved his hand again, and some of the magic words on the wall dimmed, but the number of new ones was even larger, and with the original ones, there were almost hundreds.

Nicolame kept changing the positions of the scripts, arranging them into different symbols, which were then superimposed on top of each other to take on new shapes.

Kyle didn't bother him either, just watched quietly.

To be honest, he didn't understand Nicol's operations at all, so he could only try to memorize them all.

Ten minutes later, however, Kyle gave up.

There is no point, hundreds of permutations and combinations of different magic scripts, it is almost impossible to memorize them all.

Kyle also discovers that Nicol seems to be just trying somewhat, in other words, a draft, not the final answer.

What Kyle didn't expect was that Nicol's draft would take the whole night to write.

By the time he stopped what he was doing and all the magic texts were darkened, it was already the next morning.

After watching the high-level magic text all night, Kyle only felt dizzy and dizzy, and his spirit was also in a trance.

Nicol, on the other hand, looks more energetic than yesterday.

"It's incredible......"

"I'm sorry Kyle, I forgot you're still here......"

After noticing Kyle's strange appearance, he clapped his hands and asked the house-elf Tata to bring a bottle of light red potion.

"Drink it, it's good for you."

Kyle took the potion and took a big sip.

In the next second, the previous dizziness disappeared.

"What is this?"

"A mind-rejuvenating potion of my own making." Nicol said, "It's useful to drink some when I need memories from hundreds of years ago." ”

Kyle nodded, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it troublesome to boil this potion?" ”

"It's not a hassle at all, it's simple."

"If you like it......"

Nicol smiled and tapped his finger on the table, and Kyle suddenly had an extra piece of parchment in front of him.

"This is my Christmas present for you."

"Thanks, Nicol." Kyle hurriedly picked up the parchment.

This kind of brain rejuvenator is really useful, although he didn't really need it when he was at Hogwarts, but it can be used by others.

It just so happened that Connor had recently begun to study the ancient runes in depth, and this was exactly what was needed.

And Cedric, Autumn, and the Weasley brothers, they can all use it......

Kyle glanced at the parchment, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

As Nicol said, the boiling method is really simple, and there are only six kinds of ingredients needed.

But how to say it...... The cheapest of these materials is unicorn horn, which sells for about fifty Galleons an ounce.

In other words, the cost of boiling this potion is at least 300 Galleons.

Kyle took a deep breath and folded the parchment a few times with a blank face, stuffing it into his pocket.

When the two of them left the room, Nicol was still excited about what he had just discovered.

"I feel like I've found my way." "But it takes a lot of trial and error, and it could be a long time before something like that just happened."

That's not very kind to a six-hundred-year-old. ”

They came to the table and sat down, and Tata immediately brought a sumptuous meal.

(End of chapter)