Chapter 177

The Forgetting Charm can be said to be an extremely common spell.

Although this curse is more disgusting than the Cruciatus Curse in Anton's view, there is nothing more uncomfortable than making people forget their memories.

If our memories are washed away, we forget the people we care about the most, our preferences, and the personality and behaviors accumulated over a long period of time...

Is that still us?

But this spell was abused by wizards wantonly on Muggles.

The reason is very simple, Muggles should not be allowed to know even a sliver of information about the wizarding world. At this time, the wizards, as a kind of god, declared condescendingly: Muggles are not worthy to know these things.

Even the most righteous Order of the Phoenix, those wizards who talk about love and being a good person, Arthur, Molly, Lupine, Tonks...

No one would ever think about whether it is evil for those Aurors in the Ministry of Magic who can't even release the Iron Armor Curse to use the Oblivion Curse to clean Muggle memories wantonly?

Moreover, there are not many who can master extremely fine skills, and most of them are used simply and crudely.

At times like this, Muggles are sometimes even purged of more memories than intended.

but,

Who cares.

In addition to the cognition of secular humanities, the forgetting curse is not classified as the unforgivable curse, but also because it has a counter-curse.

Yes, except for the three unforgivable curses, any spell has a counter-curse.

So the so-called memory cleansing of the Forgetting Curse, these memories have not completely disappeared in the memory.

It is as if the hard disk of our computer is damaged and no information can be read anymore, but the data inside can still be exported through professional means.

Once the counter-curse is cast, the memory will be restored.

Of course, there are three prerequisites for this. First, know how to counter-curse the Forgetting Curse, although not many people know it. Second, we know we've been oblivioned. Thirdly, the power of the anti-curse is higher than that of the forgetting spell, and it is much higher.

Lockhart originally only planned to explain some knowledge that would be taught in books.

But he didn't expect that this little wizard was so smart, it didn't take long to fully understand what he said.

And from time to time, draw inferences about other cases from one instance and ask highly targeted questions.

This forced Lockhart to explain in a deeper field again.

Following the professor's narration, Anton came into contact with a magical field.

A realm of blurred boundaries between the 'id' and the 'soul body'.

The Forgetting Curse and the memory that touched the 'I', but it didn't completely affect the 'I'.

This made Anton start to re-examine his theory of the Trinity. He seems to have placed too much emphasis on separating these three aspects.

I remember Professor Voldemort once said, "If you want to study the soul, you must first study the body."

These are not three obvious layers, their boundaries are actually blurred, and sometimes it is even in the state of "I am in you, and you are in me".

In short, Anton benefited a lot from just one night's explanation.

"Professor..." Anton frowned and looked at Lockhart, "according to this statement, the effect of the Oblivion Curse in an extremely deep area has actually secretly coincided with the effect of the Imperius Curse, right?"

Lockhart sneered, "Yes, but who will really study such a deep field? No one knows that after reaching this point, they can bypass the Ministry of Magic's legal punishment of using the Imperius Curse, which is unforgivable. The power of the curse."

His expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Anton in a panic.

"You know too much, I think you should go back and rest earlier."

yo ho~

Have you finally reacted?

Anton shrugged, stood up, thought for a while, and looked at Lockhart seriously, "Professor, thank you."

He turned his back to the professor and left. Through the glass of the wall lamp in the corridor, he could vaguely see Lockhart holding his wand and looking hesitant.

"..."

One step, two steps.

Finally disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

An annoyed stomping could be heard faintly.

...

...

When Anton returned to the dormitory, it was already very late at night.

The corridor was quiet and silent, and even the people in the picture frame had already fallen into a deep sleep. Goyle was fast asleep, and Draco didn't know where to go.

Anton looked at the empty dormitory silently, and exhaled.

Last year, Brother Yan often took his two younger brothers to various dormitories to visit, and sometimes some students who planned to have a good relationship with Malfoy's family came to chat and enhance their relationship.

However, this semester has only started for a few days, everything is changing quietly, and there is a sense of loneliness in the dormitory.

Anton doesn't like being alone.

He had already tasted enough loneliness in his previous life, and he was not interested in reliving his whole life, and he was alone.

She curled her lips and came to the bathroom with the toiletries.

In the London night in September, one can already feel a bit of coldness, and in this huge stone castle, there is an inexplicable biting coolness.

Anton usually doesn't meet anyone when he takes a bath at night. Occasionally, a few ghosts float by, which adds a bit of wonderful bathing atmosphere.

Sometimes I feel that someone is staring at me closely, and when I look back suddenly, most of them can see some strange ghosts, strange faces in the picture frame, or some little wizard’s pet running out at night .

It's exciting.

After more than a year, Anton has already developed a big heart, which is no surprise.

Also numb.

However, in the bathroom under the dim night lights of Hogwarts Castle, the wailing sound of "woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo" in the washroom under the dim night lights of the Hogwarts castle.

"Draco?"

Anton watched in surprise as his lovely roommate slapped his face hard with cold water.

Draco slowly turned his head to look at Anton, with tears or icy water on his face, and sadness and despair in his eyes, "He's dead, he's dead!"

"!!!"

Anton took a breath, and stepped back tactically, "Impossible!"

Draco seemed to have lost all his strength, squatting down and crying, his thin body trembling, looking terrified.

"Tsk..."

Anton shook his head, "It's impossible to die. Even if you didn't believe in my treatment methods at that time, you should also believe in Madam Pomfrey's ability."

Draco just shook his head, slumped on the ground.

Water flowed out of the faucet, filled the washbasin, and gradually overflowed, splashing high water splashes beside Draco, cooling him completely.

This baby's mental quality is a bit poor.

Anton simply paid no attention to him, and even planned to use poison to kill himself, no matter whether he actually shot or not, he couldn't accept it in his heart.

Not drawing out the wand to fight back on the spot is already due to the good friendship in the past year.

Hang the bag of clean laundry on the hook on the wall, throw the worn clothes into a big bucket in the bathroom, and tomorrow the house-elf will fold the sun-washed clothes and put them next to the bed.

Before the start of school, Uncle Lupine prepared a new body wash for himself. It is said that it contains milk ingredients, and it is particularly tender and smooth after washing. I strongly recommend Anton to use it.

This thing has a lot of bubble thieves.

Turn on the faucet of the shower, and spray clean water with a suitable temperature to wash away the tiredness of the day.

"I love to take a bath... the skin is good... yaoyaoyao..."

Humming a weird little tune, applying shampoo, and feeling refreshed while rubbing.

The golden-red hair has grown to half-length, Anton is considering whether to keep long hair or cut it short, life is not just fighting and killing, there are many interesting and trivial things to worry about.

only……

Anton suddenly frowned, and felt goosebumps all over his body burst, and a creepy sense of crisis suddenly spread from the bottom of his heart.

This is the magic warning!

But it's too late!

"Anthony..." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded outside the cubicle.

Gan!

Now there is only foam left all over the body, and it's time to play ball!