Hope You Have Sweet Dreams Tonight

"The Mental Magic Voldemort cast was very powerful, almost impossible to break." Vizet shook his head and continued sensing with his Wand. "And she's too old, too fragile..."

"Indeed..." Dumbledore agreed with Vizet's judgment, seeming to realize what Vizet intended to do.

"So your plan is... to alter that false memory, and let a new memory cover it?"

"A cold lie wrapped around Hao Qi for so many years..." Vizet looked toward the meticulously tended Small Garden. "She should be like this Small Garden, enjoying the sunlight."

Altering memories was not as easy as one might imagine. It often had to be tied to the surrounding scene—in other words, what was false became true when treated as true, and where nothing existed, something could also exist.

According to Vizet's speculation, the technique Voldemort had used to alter the memory back then should have followed a similar line of thought;

Voldemort had come visiting late at deep night, and using Hepzibah Smith's trust in him at the time, had replaced the House-elf Hao Qi and served Hepzibah Smith a cup of highly poisonous evening drink;

A House-elf preparing an evening drink for her master every night was something that had become second nature, so through that point, he had been able to confuse and alter Hao Qi's memory, making Hao Qi believe she had done it herself.

There were two key points within it. The first was the starting time of the memory alteration, which was the night Hepzibah Smith died; the alteration had to begin from that night.

The second was the thing Hao Qi had persistently kept doing: this Small Garden surrounding the house, which she had always carefully tended and cared for, keeping the plants here full of vitality.

"Yes! She should enjoy the sunlight." Dumbledore sighed. "But