A Sudden Impulse

Previously, when Wizet used Mental Magic, the targets of her spells were always herself.

Helping Hagrid organize his memories can also help him delve deeper into Mental Magic from another perspective.

After organizing the relevant memories, Wizet opened her eyes.

He quickly seized the feeling he had just experienced and wrote down all the insights he gained while organizing his memories in his notebook.

Write down all your insights so you can easily review them later and learn something new from them.

Organizing his memories took quite a while, and even Hagrid was getting sleepy, so he simply took out his knitting needles and yarn from his pocket and started knitting a sweater.

Seeing Wizet taking notes, he couldn't help but exclaim, "You're really diligent! No wonder Professor McGonagall and the others always praise you."

"And Harry and the others too, when they come to visit me, Harry often mention you."

"It's just a different learning method." Wizet wrote down the last note, put the notebook in her pocket, and said, "Write down all your insights so it will be easier to review later."

"Ravenclaw ..." Hagrid shook his head, scratched his head, and stuffed the half-knitted scarf back into his pocket.

Wizet's eyelids twitched as he saw a live owl in Hagrid's coat pocket.

The owl seemed to have its feathers spread out a bit because Hagrid had disturbed its sleep, as if it were being grumpy in the morning.

But before its cry could reach the outside, Hagrid covered the pocket.

This wasn't unusual. In Wizet's memory, Hagrid's mole-skin coat contained at least a copper kettle, fire poker, dog food, and other such items.

Hagrid asked, "Wizet, is it... all better now?"

Wizet shook her head. "I've compiled all the relevant memories together, and now there's just one last step."

"Just one last step!" Hagrid rubbed his hands together. "Let's get started! You can go back and rest sooner."

Through this period of research, Wizet integrated the Mental Magic she had learned and, following Quirrell's guidance on Compound Magic, completed a relatively basic Secret-Keeping Charm.

He raised his wand and pressed it against Hagrid's temple again, whispering the incantation to complete the final step of the Riddle Spell.

"Memory Sealing Incantation!"

A silver light flashed, quickly enveloping Hagrid's head before fading away just as quickly as it had happened.

Hagrid also felt a sense of unreality and asked uncertainly, "Is it... over just like that?"

"Yes." Wizet. "Hagrid, I'd like to ask, how did you find Professor Snape and bring him out of the Whomping Willow?"

"What are you saying?" Hagrid's voice was somewhat stiff, but his beetle-like eyes lit up.

He exclaimed repeatedly, "The galloping Gorgon! It's amazing! I blurted out that sentence without thinking! I was actually trying to answer your question!"

Wizet waved her hand, "Actually, there are still many areas for improvement... For example, the effect of this magic is limited; it only prevents people from actively revealing secrets."

"If one uses Occlumency, Veritaserum, or other strange magical artifacts, it is possible to break through this magic and obtain useful information."

"That's amazing! At least in my memory, there aren't many young wizards like you." Hagrid didn't hold back his praise. "I really don't know how to thank you..."

During her time back in Ravenclaw Tower, Wizet would occasionally have thoughts of Snape flash through her mind.

Through Hagrid's memories, he gained a deeper understanding of Hogwarts ' past.

Compared to the relatively peaceful and tranquil campus today, Hogwarts was once a place rife with undercurrents, like a powder keg that could be ignited at any moment.

In order to prevent the explosive barrels from exploding, Dumbledore could only maintain the surface stability as much as possible, which in turn harmed some people.

For example, Snape.

Wizet had also experienced bullying, and she was not only able to empathize with young Snape, but also to put herself in his shoes and think that if she were in the same situation, she would also try her best to fight back.

It should be a certainty that James saved young Snape's life;

It is a certainty that Padfoot framed young Snape, putting him in mortal danger.

Young Snape, having been bullied by James and his three friends, naturally did not want to admit or accept that James had saved him.

Moreover, the person who started this whole thing was actually Padfoot, James ' friend...

However, Dumbledore, wanting to maintain stability at the school, had no choice but to take a hard line by exploiting young Snape's concerns.

Young Snape had very limited choices and had no choice but to accept it all...

Even though this was a memory from Hagrid, Wizet could still sense the young Snape's resentment from the memory of the full moon.

One can imagine how painful it would be to enter Snape's memories and experience them from his perspective...

Thinking about this made Wizet feel increasingly uncomfortable.

He climbed the Ravenclaw Tower, and the Bronze Ring beneath the Eagle Statue trembled, emitting a melodious female voice.

"I hide between day and night, silent yet the best proof of strength. Unhurried and patient, I endure silently until darkness gives way to light?"

This puzzle isn't difficult, and the answers are varied.

However, one of the answers that came to Wizet's mind seemed to hit a nerve.

He looked at the Bronze Ring and said in a low voice, "I don't want to endure this..."

Wizet left the Ravenclaw Tower and went down another corridor, running along it until she saw the Gargoyle Statue leading to the Headmaster's Office.

Staring at the grotesque Gargoyle Statue, Wizet gasped for breath, pondering the password to enter.

"Lemon Sherbet?"

This is one of the passwords Dumbledore used in the previous school year.

However, the password had been changed, and the Gargoyle Statue remained motionless.

"Cockroach Clusters?"

"Acid Pops"

"Lemon Sherbet?"

"Peppermint Toads?"

"Coconut ice cream?"

"Pumpkin pie?"

"Pineapple preserves?"

Based on Dumbledore's preferences, Wizet speculated that the candy that might become the password name, or some kind of sweet, was likely to be the password name.

"Toffee Fingers?"

After trying so many commands, the Gargoyle Statue finally seemed to come alive, stretching its body and jumping to the side, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.

Wizet ran quickly up the spiral staircase to the Headmaster's Office and gently knocked on the wooden door.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I apologize for bothering you so late... May I come in?"

After a while, there was still no sound coming from the other side of the wooden door.

After all that commotion, he felt he had calmed down and was able to think about what had just happened.

"It seems he's not here..." Wizet murmured, then realized something, "Something's not right! Am I being affected by my memories?"