The protective magic that shrouded the office has been removed by Amostia, and the weak starlight once again shines through the window curtains stirred by a gentle breeze, reflecting on the deep-colored floor of the office. Amostia leans against the chair back, staring at the patchy shadows, revealing an unconcealed fatigue in his expression.
Before reading the memories, Amostia anticipated seeing some interesting information, but regardless of how imaginative his mind might be, he never imagined that the memories he had "deleted" actually contained such extraordinary information.
"Harry Potter--"
After a while, Amostta closed his eyes and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
The memories and plot under the dormitory floor have nothing to do with the plot, but in terms of importance, it is not less than the plot itself. It can even be said that this is a memory that affects the 'future direction'.
"That's why I made such thorough protection back then--"
Amostia sighed softly, and the bitter smile on his lips gradually turned into a sinister one. In his eyes, there was not only release but also confusion.
"--Have I been dragged into it again? But why would I go to such lengths... Is that even possible..."
The content of the memory itself made Amostia understand why there was this memory and why only when he returns to Hogwarts and meets Harry Potter does the clue of this memory appear, but its existence also gave Amostia deeper doubts. This doubt cannot be answered at present, and only by following the timeline can it be revealed in the future.
"Butterfly effect---It seems that my appearance has made the problem even more complicated..."
Twirling the wand between his fingers, Amostia cast his gaze upon the voodoo doll on the shelf, whose nose was on the verge of shattering and whose dragon's blood-made candlestick had turned a pale pink. He could feel that the doll could not withstand much longer under the ravages of the Dark Lord's power, which also meant that his time at Hogwarts was about to enter countdown.
"The timing is about right--"
Amostia moved his nostrils and let out an inexplicable laugh. He could smell the 'freedom' in the air.
...............
"The Aragog--it is a highly aggressive and gregarious dark creature. So far, there has been no known case where Aragog's meat is not liked by them, including human flesh."
Amostia's explanation caused the small witches and wizards who legally entered the edge of the Forbidden Forest to slightly calm down and refocus their attention from running wild to the young Aragog behind Professor Breanne.
"You can tell from its size that it is a magical creature with both speed and strength. Especially noteworthy is that the venom of an adult Aragog can even render a fire dragon unable to move."
Amostia addressed the group of small witches and wizards indignantly.
"However, it is still not difficult to deal with, because the weaknesses of Aragog are as prominent as its strengths. Compared to the resistance of ordinary magical creatures' fur or scales to spells, Aragog's magic resistance is almost the same as that of a wizard. This means that even a first-year student wizard can defeat this creature if he can cast his spell accurately!"
"Professor Breanne!"
"Griffin Club's Katy Bell raised her hand, her voice filled with excitement and fear."
"If we were bitten by an Aragog, would it lay eggs in our bodies!"
"Why don't you ask something less disgusting, Katy?" Ellia said ungratefully.
Cacca, cacca, cacca...
Amostia laughed and he waved his hand to disengage the Petrific Charm, loudly addressing the eager witches and wizards, "Alright, let's give it a try!"
"Step back three hundred feet and form a line. Try to petrify or stun it before the Aragog charges in and injects its venom into your bodies."
"Friendly reminder to everyone, at this distance, an Aragog can reach you in less than five seconds. So, you only have two chances to cast spells... "
"Understand that you must have a determination to make it or die, okay? If you fail, you will have to eat your own bitterness, because I won't step in... You should thank the first and second-year students. I've already made the practical course so easy that even Filch can handle it!"
Facing a group of excited young witches and wizards, the Aragog with its black claw raised closed its eyes in despair, seemingly anticipating its own tragic end.
This was an incident that occurred during the Black Magic Defense practical classes for third, fourth, and fifth-year students. Under Professor McGonagall's strongly opposed stance, Amostia had to cancel the original plan of finding a sealed classroom to recreate the environment of the Forbidden Forest, and allow the young witches to have a one-on-one battle with an Aragog without any prior knowledge.
However, such a difficulty seems just right for the young witches, and most of them seem to be enjoying themselves thoroughly.
Some, who have both courage and combat experience, such as the Weasleys' twins, Hagrid's son Cedric from Hufflepuff, can even tease the unfortunate Aragog effortlessly!
That night in the Gryffindor common room, when they heard Fred and George boast about using Petrific Charm and Stupefy Charm to defeat the Aragog's two thin limbs, Ron, who had been nervous about tomorrow's practical class, immediately looked relieved.
"Dealing with anything is better than dealing with spiders!"
Ron's trembling words left Harry and Hermione looking at each other in astonishment. They knew that Ron's confidence could only last until before the Black Magic Defense class, as Professor Breanne would show him what 'the cunning nature of man' really meant!
"Speaking of--"
Ron munched on a piece of pumpkin pie and frowned at Harry and Hermione, who had been dazed out for the past two days, and said, "So, you two have been acting strange lately. What's up?"
"Have you two not figured it out yet?"
Upon hearing this, Harry slumped onto the sofa, and Hermione also sighed after putting down her Transfiguration essay, saying, "You two still don't have any clues?"
"More challenging than I thought, Ron. I think you should also prepare yourself mentally..."
The words from Professor Breanne in the school hospital were encouraging, but it's not that easy for us with little actual experience, is it?"
Hermione looked at Ron, who seemed to have accepted his fate, and said, "Ron, you seem to have accepted your fate."
"It's not something that can be solved by just casting a Levitation Spell to knock someone out."
Since Professor Breanne agreed to give everyone another chance to give up that night in the school hospital, the vast majority of young witches who had seen the ghost have chosen to give up. And a considerable number of young witches who were supposed to enter the maze in the second round have also made new decisions.
In reality, Ron had also thought of giving up, but seeing Harry and Hermione continue to persevere, and even Neville spending all his time thinking about what simple incantation he could use to defeat the dark creatures in the maze, he was forced to bite his tongue and persevere to maintain his fragile self-esteem.
"After tomorrow, Professor Breanne has scheduled the next practical class for next Thursday. Before that, I hope I can think of a way..."
Hermione said with a look of concern, "I'm worried and troubled."
"Since Professor Breanne has already allowed us to give up, why can't we allow ourselves to consult some resources?"
