Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"The reason is a bit complicated, and I don't know how to explain it..." Hagrid scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, "Maybe it's because of James and the others... they..."

He tried hard to think of how to describe it, "Like to do dangerous things? Harry suffered too much when he was a little boy, and he can't go through it like James and the others did."

"Trouble?" For some reason, Weizet muttered, always feeling a sense of immediacy, which reminded him of Fred and George.

"Yes!" Hagrid laughed happily and counted on his hands, "James, Sirius, Lupin, and...oh! Peter!"

"The four of them are so good! Occasionally they come to the Forbidden Forest to see me like you do. But they are much more naughty and like to sneak into the Forbidden Forest."

"Yes! Harry is actually quite similar to James, Hermione and Lupin are also a bit similar, and Ron... they are all quite similar too. What a wonderful fate!"

He seemed to have been holding back his words for a long time, remembering the past along the way and lamenting how depressing the era of fighting against Voldemort was.

"I feel much better after telling them all!" Hagrid exhaled, "I haven't told anyone about my past for a long time, and I still talk about it so much!"

"Vizet, you said it would be great if there was a lock that could lock up my memory? How would you describe it?"

"It's that feeling...the memory is still in my mind, but it can prevent me from spilling the beans and remind me of my feelings...Yes! That's it!"

"Lock up the memory?" Weizet murmured, thinking about the idea proposed by Hagrid.

"Is this a very high-end spiritual magic?" Hagrid smiled innocently, pointed to a painting in front of him and said, "This is it, we are here!"

The painting shows an image that Weizet is very familiar with - a drum set.

"Let me think about it...how to knock it?" Hagrid scratched his head, his thick beard and hair covering his frown.

Dong dong da...

Wizette picked up his wand and beat the drum rhythmically.

"Yes! That's the rhythm!" Hagrid slapped his forehead and made a thunderous sound that echoed in the corridor.

"How do you know?" he asked in surprise, "Have you been here before?"

Wizer nodded, "Someone has brought me here before."

The drum painting turned into a narrow wooden door. With the help of magic, even Hagrid, who was extremely tall, could barely get in.

It was a short walkway behind the wooden door, and Hagrid had some difficulty walking.

He needed to take a deep breath before he could manage to move sideways and slowly move across the aisle.

When he finally entered the secret room, he gasped in shock, "His! The running Gorgon! Is this place... this place... empty?"

Chapter 132 Put a lock on memory

"Cough cough cough..."

Hagrid's breath was so loud that a lot of dust flew up and was sucked into his mouth, causing him to cough repeatedly, and the room reverberated with thunderous coughs.

Weizet asked curiously: "Hagrid, you brought me here to find something?"

"It's... ahem... their... Animagus notes." Hagrid finally calmed down, but his words were still a little choppy.

"Animagus Notes?" Weizet frowned slightly, and he suddenly thought of the Marauder's Map.

Marauder's Map...

Prongs...

Bigfoot...

Animagus…

The room where the Animagus notes were supposed to be hidden...

If you connect these information points together, you will get two interesting conclusions;

The first conclusion is that at least two of the makers of the Marauder's Map were Animagus, one of whom was Harry's father;

The second conclusion regarding the whereabouts of the notes is that it was most likely taken away by Fred and George. After all, this was their secret base before.

Hagrid frowned and began to analyze, "Maybe Filch took it away! He and the mixed-breed cat Nives know many secret passages and hidden rooms in the castle."

"If it really falls into his hands, it will be difficult! He has never dealt with students... By the way! Wizette, you can ask the professor for help and get the notebook back!"

"If you are too embarrassed to go to the professor, you can also come to me! Yaya will definitely be happy to help. I will pester Filch and Yaya will get Mrs. Norris, so that you can get the notebook."

"Probably a notebook this big..." He spread his fingers and gestured awkwardly.

"The cover is the skin of a black dragon from the Hebridean Islands. The color is purple. I remember it very clearly..."

It was obvious that he really wanted to find this notebook and hope that it could help Weizet.

Wizette naturally understood this. He waited until Hagrid finished the gesture and asked, "Hagrid, you just mentioned that you want to add a lock to your memory?"

Hagrid nodded, "Yes! I really didn't mean to...but sometimes it's easy to let things slip. If it ruins something big, that would be too bad!"

"Just like last year, Harry and the others came to visit me. They saw a newspaper and asked me a few questions, and I spoke out..."

After listening carefully to Hagrid's thoughts, Weizet said: "I can't make a 'lock' that can intercept memories at any time."

"But if you have some old things that you don't want to talk about, but you want to keep the memories, I can give it a try..."

"Can it really be done?" Hagrid's eyes widened, his tone a little excited, "It's just that there is a part of the memory, and the impact is not that good."

Weizet followed Hagrid's words and asked: "The influence on Harry is not that good?"

"Yes!" Hagrid nodded with emotion, "Everyone wants their father to be perfect...just like my father!"

"Although he is a short man, he pulled me up alone...I was still ignorant at that time. When I lost my temper, I would put him on the top of the closet."

"Even if he was scared, he would still comfort me and laugh at me... He is really a great dad!"

As he spoke, two lines of clear tears flooded his thick beard.

Hagrid is an emotional person. When dealing with friends, he doesn't have much scheming and doesn't hide his true emotions.

"Ahem...the topic has gone too far." He took out a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth and blew his nose hard, "Weizet, what should I do?"

"I have to make it clear that if I wanted to add a lock like this I would also see those memories," Weizet said.

"Will see those memories...I trust you to keep it a secret...at least not from Harry."

"I won't tell him."

"That's no problem, what should I do?"

"I need you to provide some keywords. These keywords will serve as 'locks' to fix the relevant memories."

"Keyword? Fixed?" Hagrid scratched his head. He couldn't understand these words.

This is the result of Weizet's learning during this period. It can be regarded as an integration of the spiritual magic he learned, based on the Forgetting Curse and Occlumency, and then extended some small skills.

I have to say that Lockhart is really a weird wizard.

Weizet really learned a lot of techniques of forgetting spells from him.

Compared with the teaching mode of ordinary professors, Lockhart prefers to share past experiences, and only stops at sharing.

In class, his current course arrangement is drama performance, and he arranges for several students to come to him and perform accordingly based on the plots of his works.

During private lessons, Lockhart liked to talk about his past experiences, the worldly experiences he had experienced during his adventures, and all kinds of wonderful experiences.

Whenever Weizet wanted to dig into something and understand the magic contained in something he had seen, Lockhart would brush it off, deftly changing the subject.

Only when it came to the knowledge related to the Oblivion Curse, Lockhart was willing to say a few more words.

After being exposed to it twice, Weizet finally figured out the rules and knew how to "fish" like a fisherman using questions. These skills were "fished" bit by bit.

Facing Hagrid's question, Wizette explained: "To put it simply, I will use the forgetting spell and the breaking spell of the forgetting spell to allow you to retain the memory without telling it."

"Now I understand. Is it possible to do this?" Hagrid's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.

"You want me to provide a keyword? Something like...'James before dating Lily'. Is this a keyword?"

Weizet nodded and said: "This is a very comprehensive keyword that can determine a clear enough memory range."

He picked up the wand and said, "Hagrid, I'm going to start casting a spell. I need to hold the wand against your temple."

"Oh! Come on then!" Hagrid sat down carelessly, turned his head and pinned his hair to one side.

His physique was so special that Wizette encountered a problem when he cast the spell - it was difficult for the magic to penetrate Hagrid's skin and reach deeper.

The hybrid giant is not only dominant in size, but also has a unique advantage in resistance to magic.

Wizette felt a shiver in his heart, and quickly adjusted his thinking, using ancient magic power to cast the spell, and the penetration process became much smoother.

The keyword "James before he dated Lily" did help Wizette determine a memory range, but it was not clear enough.

Because he discovered that James didn't really start dating Lily until he entered seventh grade.

Seeing Wizette open his eyes, Hagrid quickly asked: "Vizete, are you okay now? I don't feel anything..."

Chapter 133 A memory of Hagrid

"Not yet." Weizet shook his head, "I will try to do a brief search based on the keywords you just provided."

"Then I discovered that this span is a bit big... six years have passed since James and the others entered Hogwarts and then dated Lily."

"It took so long..." Hagrid sighed, "He always mentioned Lily at that time. I thought they had been together for a long time."

Weizet asked: "Hagrid, do you want all the memories of these six years to be locked up? Or do you want to keep some of them?"