Harry Potter and the Beyonder Heir

This time, he returned to the common room very smoothly and walked up to the boys’ lounge.

At this time, there was no one in the lounge, Wilkes nodded in satisfaction, walked to the center of the lounge, and casually took out his wand, waved his head without looking back, and blocked the entrance.

He did not pause, his left hand stretched out, and a ring ring he was wearing in his left hand flashed, and immediately, something appeared on the ground.

It resembles a magnified, rock-carved wine glass, filled with a shallow, not overflowing transparent liquid.

Exactly the meditation basin.

This is what Wilkes originally got from the Room of Requirement, and after getting it, he occasionally used it to constantly recall the details of the original book.

For it, he is already very familiar with it.

Wilkes, with his left palm facing up, once again had one more thing, a potion bottle containing a shimmering silver memory.

He looked down at the shallow liquid in the stone basin, opened the potion bottle in his hand, and gently poured the memory into it, and his eyes became deeper.

“Just let me see, in your memory…” Wilkes directly plunged his head into the stone basin without hesitation, and muttered, “… What does it mean? ”

Airplanes!

The next moment, he only felt that a new world appeared in front of him, a black and white world composed of countless inks, and he stood abruptly in the center, countless pictures, passing around.

Birth, growth, enrollment, betrayal, sneaking into life, Peter Pettigrew’s life is full of different stages.

Act I:

“Gryffindor!” The Sorting Hat shouted.

The picture turns again, the second act:

“Jaime Potter, you also teach me Animagus, and I want to become an animal too, so that we can go out together in the evening.”

The picture turns again, the third act:

“Nope! Don’t kill me! Lord Dark Lord! I am very useful, I can give you information! A man who was embarrassed said as he knelt and prayed.

“Then prove your worth!”

The picture turns again, Act IV:

“Please, Blake, let it go. I don’t know how horrible he is, he tortures me! “A man huddled in a corner, kneeling down on the block that had blocked him, pointing his wand at him and wailing bitterly.

Hearing the sound, the wizard looked lost for a moment, and when he saw it in the corner, he waved his wand, created an explosion, and turned into a mouse to take advantage of, leaving only one finger in place.

When the remaining wizard reacted, there were already countless Ministry Aurors surrounding him.

He didn’t resist, didn’t explain, but laughed up to the sky against the background of a ruined street, leaving silent tears in the corners of his eyes.

Eventually, in the voyeurism of a mouse in a corner, he was taken away.

Act Final, Act V:

“Mom, can I raise it?” A red-haired boy begged his mother, “Please.” ”

He held a filthy mouse in his hand.

……

Scene after scene, Wilkes was in it, as a bystander, watching indifferently.

This is the life of Pettigrew.

After a long time, he raised his head sharply, lay his hands around the meditation basin, and took a deep breath for a long time before he opened his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Wilkes frowned, looked down into the stone basin, and fell silent, as if thinking about something.

“Why not…” he muttered suddenly, sure that it wasn’t that he had overlooked something, but that he really hadn’t.

Wilkes wondered that he hadn’t found that part of his memory of the process of making a Marauder’s map.

This should be impossible.

He knew very well that this memory was extracted by himself, and in the situation that Peter Pettigrew was taken from his soul, it was impossible to modify it.

But Wilkes really couldn’t find it, not even the shadow of a Marauder’s Map.

“Impossible, it can’t be my problem, since it’s not my reason, that is to say, there are only a few possibilities…”

He stared into the meditation basin, and without hesitation, he lowered his head again, poked his head into the stone basin, and watched this memory again.

A few minutes later, Wilkes watched all the memories again, his eyes clearer, and he had a conjecture.

Subsequently, after watching this memory a few more times, he finally determined that this memory had indeed not been changed, but…

“There is a memory that is blurred, it is not artificial, otherwise there will not be no trace, and the magic of applying memory cannot be without a trace.” Wilkes’s gaze froze and he analyzed seriously.

If he hadn’t used the meditation basin regularly, he would really have overlooked a detail.

It was a memory of Peter Pettigrew and Harry’s father, Lupin and Sirius, going to the Forbidden Forest together in the middle of the night.

But what really happened in the Forbidden Forest, the memory became blurred.

In the meditation basin, this memory turned into a cloud of black ink, which he didn’t pay much attention to at first, but then watched it again and again to find this.

It is not possible to blur memories without a trace, which is not something that a “normal” wizard can do.

You know, even in the original book, Horace Slughorn, the sixth year Potions professor at Hogwarts, such an excellent wizard, modifies a small memory, and will still leave a trace.

Not to mention directly leaving no trace, blurring a whole memory.

But Wilkes was not without gain, and he still reluctantly got a few, very vague words from it.

“The Forbidden Forest Horse Tribe, ‘Poetry Pie Bean Story Collection’, between the two…” He couldn’t help but be in a trance, and muttered:

“What the hell is the connection…”_

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