Harry Potter's Bastard

Back in the familiar basement, Solim frowned and reached out to stop Sylna from saying something.

"You stay here, and if Grandpa comes back you tell him I'm going back to Hogwarts. Solim walked around the room with his arms crossed, looking a little restless.

"Back to Hogwarts?" Sylna looked at Solim suspiciously, "What are you going back to do now? "

Shaking his head, Solim wasn't going to say. Because he alone knows about it.

"Okay, so when are you coming back?" Seeing that her brother was reluctant to speak, Sylna didn't ask the bottom line, "What should I say when Grandpa asks me?"

"I'm definitely back today, the timing is uncertain. Solim soothed his agitation, summoned the ashes, and disappeared into the room in a flash of fire.

Back in his Hogwarts dormitory, Solim cast an illusion spell on himself. I opened the door and sneaked out, only to find out that it was supposed to be class time, and the corridor was quiet. Solim ignored any of this and hurried towards the headmaster's office.

He wanted Dumbledore to be in the Headmaster's room, of course, it didn't matter if he wasn't, he wasn't here for Dumbledore, he was for the Meditation Basin.

The reason why Solim came back in such a hurry was to deal with some of his memory problems. He couldn't guarantee that he would be able to keep the deepest secrets of his heart during the various checks before the ceremony, and Solim would never leave anything to chance, even if there was only a slight chance.

He had come here to erase all the memories he had from his mind that were not suitable for anyone to see. Solim had done something like this before: completely detached a memory from his mind, but this time he had to do it more thoroughly, so thoroughly that he couldn't leave a single clue in his mind.

"Honey bee candy. Coming to the statue on the third floor, which led to the entrance to the principal's office, Solim gave the command, but the statue only glanced at him, but did not move.

Could it be that the password has been changed? That shouldn't be, it still works yesterday. Solim lifted his invisibility and said the command again.

"That's true, but the headmaster isn't here, so I can't let you up. The watchman spoke up.

"Tsk, it's fast. Solim took out his wand and waved it above his head, recasting the illusion charm on himself. He was going to find Professor McGonagall, who was the Vice-Chancellor and had access to the Principal's office.

I went to the second floor without stopping, only to find Professor McGonagall teaching the students at this time. Although Solim was eager to go to the principal's office, he was not in a hurry for a while, and it would be the same when class ended.

Holding the Transfiguration Charm, Solim leaned against the wall outside the Transfiguration classroom, his eyes closed and began to reminisce, recalling the memories he would later peel away. All of them, any memories of any foresight, any memories that do not correspond to their status as a wizard are to be stripped away. And this stripping is a complete stripping, and once Solim loses these memories of the stripping, then it means that they are lost forever.

It's a tedious job, looking for memories to be stripped of in his own mind, and because it's so fragmented, Solim can only memorize the rough ones for the time being, and then think about them while stripping away his memories when he actually uses the meditation basin.

Solim really felt that he should buy a watch, not an electronic one, but a mechanical one. You can't use anything live in Hogwarts, but it's purely mechanical.

He was desperate to know how long it would be before class was over, and he couldn't hold the string in his head. Fortunately, Solim was able to calm down, and before he could bear to rush into the classroom, the bell finally rang.

Solim immediately moved in the opposite direction to the students, lest his stealthy self be bumped. Biting his lip and shaking his legs, he finally waited until all the students inside were gone, and Solim immediately rushed in.

"Professor McGonagall!"

Professor McGonagall was picking up a large roll of parchment to return to her office when she heard a voice behind her, and looked back to see nothing.

Solim apparently realized his recklessness and quickly lifted the illusion spell.

Seeing Solim emerge out of thin air, Professor McGonagall was visibly taken aback.

"Oh my god, what are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall looked at Solim with a solid gaze, "I remember you shouldn't have gone?"

"Professor McGonagall, it's like this—" Solim waved his hand, and the classroom door slammed shut.

—Professor Dumbledore has left Hogwarts, but I desperately need a meditation basin right now. Solim quickly explained, "I can go in, but I need to say hello to you first." "

Naturally, Solim, who has a phoenix, can enter the Headmaster's office, but Dumbledore is not there, and it is obviously inappropriate for Solim to trespass without informing, and he must inform a professor who has a weight and can call the shots - Professor McGonagall is obviously the first choice.

"Meditation basin?" Professor McGonagall put what she was holding back on the podium.

"What are you going to do?" Professor McGonagall, a serious person as obviously wanted to ask.

"Strip some of my memories. Solim said succinctly, ignoring Professor McGonagall's stunned expression.

"These memories are important to me, but for some reason, I can't let them come to light. Solim swallowed and continued, "I only have one day, if not half a day, to do this. Professor McGonagall, I have to race against the clock!"

"But, Mr. Selwyn...... The dangerous act of stripping memories is clearly not something that an underage wizard like you should dabble in. "

"I have experience - I have done this before in the Headmaster's Office, under the guidance of Professor Dumbledore. Solim didn't want to argue with Professor McGonagall, it would be a waste of time, "If the Headmaster told you—"

"You mean the night you and Potter witnessed the resurrection of the mysterious man?" Professor McGonagall, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, apparently knew about this, though she wasn't there at the time.

"That's right. Solim nodded, "I promise nothing will happen - these memories must be stripped away, or something will go wrong." Even programs that affect some principals. "

That's all Solim could say, and he hoped that Professor McGonagall would immediately realize her determination and urgency.