Harry Potter's Bastard

Professor McGonagall was a little harsh, but reasonable.

She agreed, but perhaps because she was worried that something had gone wrong with Solim when he was stripping away her memories, or maybe she was worried that Solim was sneaking around on some of the moths...... Anyway, Professor McGonagall won't go out after taking Solim to the Headmaster's office.

Solim was also helpless, when he stripped his memory, there were still people watching him, this feeling was too awkward. To use an inappropriate analogy, it's like when you're standing in front of a urinal and the buddy next door pokes his head over and looks around. If that really happened, Solim would have lifted his pants and smashed the head of the buddy next to him. But Professor McGonagall couldn't, and in the end, Solim, who had no choice but to let Professor McGonagall, have to go.

Standing in front of the meditation basin, Solim closed his eyes and repeated what he had done in the hallway before - recalling those memories that needed to be stripped away. Stripping memories is not a simple matter, because there is a connection between memories and memories, and once there is a fish that slips through the net, memory fragments will be formed, and this kind of thing will be difficult to pull out of the brain, so Solim must do it without leaving a dead end.

Standing in front of the meditation basin for a long time, Solim finally raised his wand and approached his temple. From Professor McGonagall's point of view, Solim's eyelids were fluttering rapidly, and then a golden silk was pulled out of Solim's temple by his wand.

Looking at the memory that slowly fell into the meditation basin, Solim frowned and thought for a moment, then closed his eyes again and began to repeat the process.

What Solim has just stripped is memories of the "future", that is, memories of "the course of events" after today, including Harry running to the Ministry of Magic with a group of students, including Sirius dying in the "Hall of Death...... Such a memory is relatively easy to peel off, because it hasn't happened yet, and the fact that it hasn't happened yet means that it's not mixed with Solim's daily memories. But for those that have already happened, mixed with Solim's daily memories, the memories of "the future direction" are very difficult to peel away.

The difficulty of stripping memories is not in "memory", but in "concentration". Memories and memories are interrelated, and it is difficult to distinguish a clear cutting point between two memories, which is also the difficulty of stripping away past memories. But no matter how difficult it is, Solim has to do it. He couldn't afford to risk exposing those memories.

After stripping away all of his memories of the "future", Solim's energy was a little overwhelmed, and his energy was severely drained by his high concentration.

After shaking his head, Solim pulled out his case. He was now going to take out all the suitable containers of his own to carry these precious memories.

Professor McGonagall looked at the non-stop Solim with some concern, in her decades of teaching, she had never seen a student do such a crazy thing: frantically extracting his own memories, and that was not an ordinary means, but to strip his memories from his mind entirely, just look at those golden silks, which are completely different from ordinary silver memories. In the event that these memories are lost, or the container is destroyed, Solim will permanently lose some of his memories.

Professor McGonagall didn't know what the memories were about, but there was no doubt that the stakes must have been significant for Solim to do so in such a hurry.

It was indeed extraordinary, the Bloodline Ascension Ritual was a magical ritual that Solim had never been exposed to. He didn't know anything about it, but from the words of those family elders, he knew that before officially starting the ceremony, he needed to conduct a series of checks, which Solim could understand, after all, potions or some magic needed to be adjusted according to the individual, but Solim had a worry, he was afraid that those people would take the opportunity to spy on his memories, which Solim would never tolerate, at least until Solim had dealt with his memories that he could never expose, he would never tolerate others peeping at his memories at will。

If these memories were exposed, Solim would not dare to imagine what would happen to him. Even if he collapsed today, Solim would have to process these memories.

Professor McGonagall frowned at Solim, who had closed his eyes again, but this time instead of standing, Solim sat on the floor, his back against the bookcase. He needs to regain his strength.

"You should stop in moderation. Professor McGonagall said, "You're running out of energy. And if you're not clear, I can tell you that it's past lunchtime. "

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall. Solim's eyes were still closed, his mind was a little wooden, his mind was a little unfocused, and he always felt like his reaction was half a beat slower. Prolonged high-intensity concentration is obviously a huge drain.

"Maybe you don't know, I still have classes in the afternoon. Professor McGonagall stood up, "And it's about to start." "

"Like I said at the beginning, Professor McGonagall, you can do your own thing, and I won't mess with the things in the Headmaster's Office. Solim stood up with his hands on the ground, shook his head, pointed to the meditation basin and said, "I'm here today just for this." "

"I'm not here to see you out of distrust of you, but because I'm afraid something will happen to you. Professor McGonagall walked up to Solim, "Your energy is obviously draining, and if you continue like this, something will happen. "

"But I don't have any time left, Professor McGonagall. Solim shook his head, "I have to finish this before the end of the day." "

Seeing Solim's resolute attitude, Professor McGonagall frowned, it was obviously inappropriate to leave the students alone in the headmaster's office, it had nothing to do with whom. Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, then said, "You should have eaten lunch first, and I'll call the elves to bring it over, and don't use the meditation bowl until you're done." I'll have another professor watch over you. "

"Ha, as long as it's not Umbridge. Solim made a joke.

Looking at Professor McGonagall's serious face, Solim quickly retracted.

"Ahem, it would be best if it was Professor Snape. "

"Severus has afternoon classes, but in the lower grades, I can help you ask. Professor McGonagall turned to the door, then reminded again, "You won't be allowed to use the Meditation Basin until you've finished lunch and Professor Snape hasn't arrived." "

"Then I can only hope that our dean will come sooner. Solim said yes to Professor McGonagall.