Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 149 Skilled Forgetting Curse

An alley in Hogsmeade at night.

Now that it was approaching late at night, the noisy Hogsmeade had become much quieter, and the alleys were even more deserted.

At this moment, Rita stayed at the entrance of the alley through the beetle transformed by Annie Magus.

In the afternoon, she received a letter that was superficially polite, but actually full of threats and lures.

The letter asked me to wait for the meeting in this alley.

There is no way, she is illegal Annie Magus, this handle is firmly grasped, there is no choice but to rush to the alley according to the letter.

But she is not a woman who can be manipulated by others.

While thinking about it, she continued to lean closer to the shadow to cover her figure.

Fortunately, her Annie Magus is a beetle, and it is very easy to hide herself.

As time slowly passed, approaching the appointed time, there was still no one in the alley.

This made her slightly anxious.

After a while.

suddenly

tread! tread! tread!

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and Rita saw a figure in a gray necromancer robe walking into the alley.

Hastily followed up.

If I didn't guess wrong, this should be the necromancer who asked her to meet.

Soon, the necromancer stood in the middle of the alley, leaning against the wall, motionless.

And the beetle she turned into flew over quickly.

After approaching, carefully examine the necromancer's appearance.

Gray hair, unfamiliar face, necromancer robes are just the most common style.

This gave her a bad feeling.

But after thinking about it, I decided to go ahead with the original plan.

then

"Damned!"

Rita undid Annie Magus in an instant, cast a stunning spell with a quick flick of her wand.

Before the gray-haired necromancer had time to react, he was struck by the spell and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Rita walked up to the gray-haired necromancer, put away the wand at his waist, lifted it up, and leaned against the wall.

Looking around the dark alley.

Then

"Confused the public!"

"All protection!"

"Bright and majestic!"

Rita waved her wand and cast multiple spells in succession. A transparent ripple waved with the wand, covering the surroundings, setting up illusions to prevent others from entering.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of light emerged, and the originally dark alley became bright.

Under the light, Rita looked again at this common-faced, gray-haired necromancer who was very unfamiliar.

Reaching out a bottle of Milk White's potion, Veritaserum.

Waving her wand, she controlled the unconscious necromancer to open her mouth, and Rita carefully put 3 drops of Veritaserum into her mouth.

Immediately after

"Clear springs are like water!"

Rita waved her wand, and a stream of water gushed out of the wand, waking the necromancer.

"Who are you?"

When the necromancer just woke up, he looked at the strange witch in front of him with horror on his face.

Rita didn't intend to answer the gray-haired necromancer's question, and asked directly.

"Who are you?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"What are you doing in the alley?"

A barrage of questions was thrown straight at the gray-haired necromancer, who was about to curse.

result

As if Rita's problem had turned something on, the veritaserum that had just entered his body kicked into action.

The gray-haired necromancer only felt that his hands and feet were stiff, his brain was heavy, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Immediately afterwards, his face couldn't help twitching, and his tongue seemed to move uncontrollably.

The necromancer was horrified to find out that he couldn't control himself and began to answer the question of the strange woman in front of him.

"I am Lyle Sorge."

"I do not know who you are."

"Today. Tonight, a necromancer came looking for me and asked me to wait in this alley."

"Give the envelope in your hand to her."

The necromancer answered Rita's question with his tongue out.

When Rita heard this, she frowned and sighed softly.

"Why!"

Sure enough, the necromancer was just running errands.

Just now, she saw this necromancer, the most common necromancer robe, revealing the aura of a common necromancer.

There is a bad association in my heart, and after verification, it is true.

Looking at the terrified gray-haired necromancer, Rita continued to ask.

"Where's the envelope?"

The necromancer said uncontrollably, "It's just in my trouser pocket."

Rita glanced at it, then reached into the necromancer's trouser pocket with a disgusted expression, and took out the folded envelope.

He opened the envelope, glanced at the contents, and put it back.

Fold according to the original crease and put it back into the necromancer's trouser pocket.

Seeing the panicked necromancer, Rita took out a bottle of light green potion again, put a few drops into the necromancer's mouth, and dispelled the medicinal properties of veritaserum.

Then

"Forget everything!"

Rita swung her wand, and an oblivion spell deftly shot into the necromancer's brain.

As her mind turned, Rita quickly cleared up the memory of being stunned by herself for interrogation after the necromancer entered the alley just now.

While cleaning, he controlled the gray-haired necromancer back to the standing position.

Looking at the necromancer with blank eyes, Rita inserted his wand back into her waist, and while canceling the spell, transformed into a beetle again.

Observe the state of the gray-haired necromancer.

At this moment, the gray-haired necromancer Lyle Sorge felt that his eyes were dark and his head was a little dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still in the alley.

There was no abnormality, and he muttered to himself that drinking would hurt his health, and continued to wait in the alley according to his employer's instructions.

The employer said that as long as he delivered the envelope to the witch, he could get 1 Galleon.

For him, it was a huge sum of money, and he didn't know how much wine he could buy.

Rita transformed into a beetle, seeing that the gray-haired necromancer was normal, he was very satisfied, and secretly praised his craftsmanship as before.

She can become a well-known reporter in the entire necromancer world. Apart from good writing, the most important thing is that she is illegal Annie Magus.

Her Annie Magus is a beetle, which allows her to peek into the privacy of a large number of necromancers at will, allowing her to write a hot news story after another.

Definitely, what she is best at is to exaggerate and distort those privacy, because this is the easiest way to attract people's attention.

And as an outlaw Annie Magus, secrecy is paramount.

Otherwise, once her identity is leaked, she will wait to enter Azkaban.

And when she was peeping, sometimes, because of some accidents, her identity as the extraordinary Annie Magus was revealed.

Her usual method, of course, is to cast an oblivion curse to destroy all evidence.

If you suspect that the other party has a second hand, then Veritaserum can also make him speak.

So all along, her identity has never been revealed.

pity

This time the other party was so cautious that he hired someone at will.

This is not like the style of a pure-blooded family, they are so arrogant, it is normal for me to come here.

Well, Rita has guesses about who writes to herself.

I had just written a report on Helockhart's research results, and the other party came over to praise him and asked me to continue writing.

Who else could there be besides those from the pure-blood family?

With a flash of thought, Rita flew out of the alley and re-formed into a necromancer form to cover up her appearance.

As if he didn't know anything, he entered the alley and completed the task.

After a while.

Rita was holding the envelope in her hand, watching the gray-haired necromancer's leaving figure, lost in thought.

Since I didn't see myself this time.

Then next time, you must see me in person.

As long as you see yourself, your traces can be cleaned up.

Don't let the handle stay, otherwise, even if you don't enter Azkaban, you will be under the control of others for the rest of your life.

The thought flashed, and Rita walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Then

"Damned!"

"not good!"

The familiar white light appeared, and thoughts quietly emerged in Rita's mind, and then, the eyes were instantly dark.

(end of this chapter)