In particular, the act of making a fool of Lockhart, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who had a lot of titles and honors, completely tore off the last disguise of this liar.
So much so that even first-year students no longer believed that what was described in his books were real events.
The reason is simple. If Lockhart had half the wisdom and courage of the protagonist in the book, he would not have stood naked on the podium for more than an hour in class like an idiot, constantly acting as a test subject for various rune combinations like a guinea pig, and with a smile on his face.
That humble and lowly look formed a sharp contrast with his previous self-boasting in class, and just seeing it made people feel extremely disgusted and nauseated.
Facts have once again proved that fame is actually a double-edged sword.
When a person's fame matches his strength and power, he can naturally get some extra bonuses.
But if it were the other way around, the moment this bright and beautiful dress was pulled off, one would immediately fall from the clouds into the abyss.
Obviously, Lockhart is in such a state at present.
It can be predicted that he will basically be unable to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester.
Because the students have seen through his true face hidden behind his great fame, no one will believe what Lockhart says anymore. They will only regard him as a clown and a laughing stock and laugh at and tease him.
This time last year, Quirinus Quirrell had lost the most basic respect for his students because he deliberately acted stupid. The Weasley twins even hit him on the back of the head with some random objects in class.
You have to know that Voldemort's half-dead soul is attached to it! Given George and Fred's daring personalities, they will probably keep causing trouble for the next year until Lockhart has a mental breakdown and resigns and runs away.
Following Ron, another person in Hogwarts had a hellish start.
Especially in the evening, the countless people crowded in the auditorium and whispered, which made Lockhart extremely nervous and sensitive. He left in a hurry without even taking a few bites of his meal and hid in his office, not daring to show up.
Dumbledore couldn't help but slightly, and said to Zuo Si, who was whispering sigh with Snape about his experience in potions, "You've gone too far."
"Too much?" Zuo Si sneered and shook his head. "No, Professor, I think I have done it just right. Especially by letting know Lockhart's true identity, it can effectively prevent this guy from continuing to cheat and cause many students to waste their precious time and energy on him. After all, wasting your own time is equivalent to wasting your life, and wasting other people's time is equivalent to murder. For a murderer, I think no matter how I deal with him, it is not excessive."
"I totally agree. This idiot Lockhart even used his power to force all students to buy all the books he wrote. This is simply a disgrace to the faculty and staff of Hogwarts." Snape also sneered and echoed.
"He also wants to tell me what to do with my Herbology class!" Sprout complained in a low voice.
As for the Charms professor Flitwick, he rolled his eyes and expressed his attitude in the simplest and most brutal way.
Apparently, within a few days of school starting, Lockhart had offended all the professors at Hogwarts by his tendency to show off his superiority over others.
Only Professor McGonagall, who never liked to speak ill of others behind their backs, remained silent and did not join the ranks of those denouncing Lockhart.
Of course, she didn't say anything good for this guy.
After all, Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been one of the most practical and important courses in school.
But judging by Lockhart's performance, it is likely that his study will be completely wasted like last semester.
Seeing that all the professors chose to stand on Zuo Si's side, Dumbledore immediately realized that this situation seemed familiar.
When it was announced that the second Philosopher's Stone had the power to resurrect the dead, it seemed that everyone around him was against him, a situation that he had never encountered before.
After all, as the greatest wizard of our time, he always believed that he was fighting to protect the interests of the majority.
But now... I have become a minority! The root of all this is the young man in front of me who exudes a strong self-will.
Not affected by any external factors, and will not change yourself because of other people.
Instead, they will use various means to influence the people around them and make them stand on their side unconsciously.
Dumbledore had lived for more than a hundred years, but this was the first time he encountered such an alien.
After a long silence, he could only shake his head gently and give up his original intention of preaching. He picked up a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. His mind was full of thoughts about why Zuo Si had the family blood flowing in his body, and whether there was any ulterior conspiracy behind it.
This situation continued until the end of dinner time, when Ron, who had not been seen all day, dragged his exhausted body and slowly walked into the auditorium from outside.
At this moment, he looked like he had just rolled in the mud. Not only was he unbearably dirty, he also emitted a pungent sour odor. Wherever he passed, students covered their mouths and noses to make way for him.
Just based on his appearance, he would probably get more sympathy and charity than other beggars if he just lay on the street in London.
Needless to say, Snape had used his professor's privileges to the maximum extent and assigned Ron a lot of hard and tiring work, so that the poor little guy didn't even have the energy to talk or take a shower. He just sat down next to the Gryffindor table and started stuffing food into his mouth frantically without saying a word.
The intense hunger and fatigue made him unable to think about anything else. He didn't care even if the bread was stained black by his dirty hands.
"Oh my god! Ron, what have you been doing today?"
Percy, the older brother and prefect, couldn't help but exclaim when he saw his younger brother looking like a refugee.
But Ron just focused on eating and had no intention of answering the questions. His tears just kept flowing down his cheeks.
If you look closely, you will find that under the thick layer of black mud on his hands are countless blisters of various sizes, as well as scars left after the blisters burst. There are also a lot of red blood marks on his back and arms from being whipped with the Whomping Willow.
Pain! Too much pain! Coupled with the strong sense of loneliness of suffering alone, the boy's spirit and will were almost broken, and he even inevitably developed a bit of resentment towards his good friend Harry.
After all, there were two people who drove to school!
Why am I the only one who got hurt?
Especially Snape's extremely double-standard treatment completely made Ron lose his mind.
So he didn't want to pay attention to anyone now. He just wanted to fill his stomach quickly, then go back to the dormitory, take a shower, lie down on the soft bed and have a good sleep.
"Professor, what did you ask Ron to do today?" Zuo Si asked in a low voice with some curiosity.
Snape pursed his lips and replied with a slightly smug tone, "I asked him to loosen the soil around the Whomping Willow. Because his wand was damaged, he couldn't use any spells at all. He could only dodge the Whomping Willow's attacks while digging the soil with a hoe and shovel."
Obviously, this amount of work and the level of danger would be difficult for even an adult to handle, let alone a child of twelve or thirteen years old.
You should know that the Whomping Willow is the most sensitive and aggressive of all magical plants.
Although it doesn't have any supernatural magical powers, the thick tree trunk alone is enough to beat a person to death.
The thinner branches are like whips, and they can cause skin and flesh to be torn apart if hit by them.
However, Ron's condition had obviously been treated, so only some red marks could be seen.
After realizing what Ron had been through today, Zuo Si instantly refreshed his understanding of Snape's partiality and complimented him against his will: "You really worry about Harry Potter..."
"Of course! I'm willing to do anything to make this silly boy as good as his mother and not like that arrogant, conceited, annoying and arrogant father."
As he said this, a very serious expression appeared on Snape's face.
You don't need to ask to know that he is absolutely serious about this matter, and he doesn't just want to fool around.
"It's so touching. If Harry Potter knew the truth one day, he would be grateful to you for everything you have done for him (of course, he might also want to strangle you to death)."
At this moment, Zuo Si fully demonstrated his high emotional intelligence and did not expose the beautiful fantasy that the other party had woven for him.
Because based on his understanding of the savior, the latter might accept Dumbledore's patient guidance, but would never accept Snape's behavior of forcibly changing the trajectory of his life.
If nothing unexpected happens, after Lily marries Snape and forms a new family, a wonderful family ethics drama will inevitably be staged.
"I don't care if Potter is grateful or not, because this is all for Lily."
At the mention of his beloved's name, Snape's eyes instantly softened.
Due to his previous frustration, although he was a master of potions, he rarely took on jobs that required him to make high-level potions.
But now, in order to provide Lily and their future children with a better and more superior life, he has become a complete workaholic like many married family-oriented men.
He would take all kinds of orders almost every time he had free time, and would hand over all the money he earned.
Zuo Si was speechless after being fed with dog food for no reason. He quickly stood up and walked away from this middle-aged man who showed off his happy life whenever he got the chance.
And so, for the next few days, everything in Hogwarts seemed very peaceful.
Of course, in addition to Lockhart, who was psychologically traumatized by the game and is no longer as confident as before, he is always evasive in class and is often teased by daring students like George and Fred. There is also Ron, who starts the game in hell difficulty and is targeted by Snape every now and then.
However, Zuo Si noticed that Lockhart's mental state began to become strange over time, and he often became dazed or lost consciousness for a short period of time.
Needless to say, this change was definitely the result of Voldemort's Horcrux draining a large amount of vitality.
After a period of time, his consciousness may be quietly replaced by the other party and slowly control his body.
But what he didn't understand was how the Horcrux, as a torn piece of soul, could do this?
Also, why is it necessary to kill to create a Horcrux? Does the process of creating a Horcrux also require the extraction of life energy from the victim? Or does it require the seizure of a part of the other person's soul to strengthen and stabilize this small piece of soul fragment?
Since Dumbledore hid the book on how to create souls in the restricted area of Hogwarts, Zuo Si had no idea about the specific production methods and principles of Horcruxes and could only rely on guesswork.
The only thing to be thankful for is that as Lockhart becomes more and more corrupted, the Voldemort from his student days will one day be completely resurrected.
At that time, he only needs to knock the other party down, and then he can naturally get the knowledge he wants through interrogation and torture. By the way, he can also make some interesting experiments by utilizing waste.
In Zuo Si's eyes, Voldemort in his student days was simply an excellent experimental subject, both in soul and body.
But before that, he had one very important thing to do, which was to go to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and reach some cooperation agreements with the current Minister of Magic, Fudge, and the ambitious Umbridge.
Since Hogwarts is a typical full-time boarding school, groups of students can be seen in the corridors, halls and common rooms in the castle, as well as in the playground and woods outside on Saturdays and Sundays when there are no classes.
Among them, lower grade students often use this time to explore and look for secrets hidden in unknown corners.
The senior students tend to pair up in pairs, hiding in secluded places and doing intimate acts that are popular among couples.
The professors basically turned a blind eye to this and would not intervene as long as no one was killed.
The reason is simple! A quick survey of wizard couples in the British wizarding world will show that most of them met and established relationships at school, and then got married and started a family after working for a few years after graduation.
This means that Hogwarts is not only the largest magic school in the UK, but also the largest matchmaking agency, shouldering the sacred responsibility of continuing the wizarding bloodline.
You know, there are not many wizards to begin with, so every newborn is something to be happy about.
Even if it is for the purpose of increasing the population, they will not do such things as breaking up a couple.
When Zuo Si and Hermione were walking through a bush, they inadvertently saw several disheveled "seniors" hugging each other and making some strange noises.
These sounds made the girl, who had no experience in this regard, feel extremely shy and uncomfortable. She kept her head down from beginning to end, with an obvious blush on her face.
Because she usually stayed in the dormitory, classroom, laboratory and library, she had no idea that there was such an outrageous place in the woods outside the castle. The scenes were to those restricted movies that her parents hid and watched secretly after she fell asleep in the middle of the night.
Among them were several Gryffindors, whom she had seen in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Advanced Class.
Just when Hermione's mind was full of random thoughts, Zuo Si suddenly stopped and said with a forced smile, "Okay, let's just drop you off here. Beyond that is the coverage of Hogwarts' huge magic barrier."
"How long do you plan to be gone this time?" the girl finally raised her head and asked.
"Two days at most. I'll be back before Monday. Remember to help me take care of the cubs of the magical animals in the laboratory, but be careful not to feed them too much food just because they are acting cute. Thunderbirds and Nundu leopard cubs are especially dangerous. You need to avoid contact with them as much as possible. If you encounter difficulties, go to Hagrid. He is very experienced in dealing with these dangerous creatures."
Zuo Si gave repeated instructions before leaving.
Although he had obtained authorization from the Ministry of Magic from Fudge, and even raising a dragon was not illegal, the danger did not disappear.
Of all the magical animals currently being kept, the Nundu leopard cub is undoubtedly the most terrifying.
When this beast, native to East Africa, reaches adulthood, it can spew out gases containing highly toxic substances and magical pathogens from its huge venom sac, which can kill all living things in a village within seconds.
It is said that it takes nearly a hundred wizards to subdue it.
In comparison, a fire dragon that only requires a dozen wizards to control is like a docile little lizard.
Although the young Nongdu leopard is only the size of a golden retriever, it is kept in a special cage.
But if it gets out, the damage it can cause to the students will definitely be much more terrifying than that of the basilisk in the secret room.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of them." Hermione assured without hesitation.
"In that case, I'm relieved. Finally, I wish you a happy weekend."
After saying that, Zuo Si opened his arms and gave the girl a brief hug. Then he turned around, crossed the magic barrier of Hogwarts, and picked up a bracelet that was placed very conspicuously on the ground.
The next second...
He was carried away by the bracelet and disappeared on the spot.
Obviously, it was not a bracelet at all, but a "portkey" with a magic spell on it.
Since any space-transformation magic cannot take effect within the magical boundary of Hogwarts Castle, the people from the Ministry of Magic can only place it here.
Looking at the empty lawn in front of her, Hermione stood there and savored the remaining warmth in her arms and the unique smell emanating from Zuo Si. Then she took a deep breath to calm her restless heart, bent down, touched the civet cat's head and said, "Let's go, Bastet, we still have a lot of work to do today."
"Meow——"
The civet cat undoubtedly has a very high IQ and immediately responded to its owner with a very gentle cry.
As for the name "Bastet", it naturally comes from the cat goddess in ancient Egyptian mythology.
"So good! Sometimes I really doubt whether you have become a human being, just like the protagonist of "Eric the Dog." The girl said to her pet with a smile.
The civet cat undoubtedly understood what its owner said, and immediately shook its head and meowed, using the simplest and most understandable way to indicate that it was not a human at all.
Strictly speaking, it should be referred to as the spirit of nature by the druids or shamans of the continent of Faerun.
It is after the death of those animals that have lived long enough and developed intelligence that their souls, under the favor of natural forces, are eventually promoted to another eternal life form.
However, unlike those nature spirits that live freely in uninhabited forests, mountains and wilderness, Bastet was captured by a powerful wizard and transformed into a semi-corporeal summoned creature with extremely high obedience.
Whoever holds this statue will automatically pledge allegiance to it.
Although Hermione also learned this fact from Zuo Si, she still prefers to believe in her heart that her pet is an individual with independent consciousness and thinking ability, so she is willing to spend some time to communicate with it emotionally, and even play some intellectual games like chess and cards.
The civet cat seemed to sense the girl's intentions and was no longer simply following orders as it did at the beginning. Instead, it was very willing to interact with her.
When there were things in her heart that she couldn't tell her parents or Zosner, Hermione would confide in Bastet.
Because the civet cat was smart enough to understand what she meant, but it couldn't speak and couldn't tell anyone what it heard.
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At the same time, far away in the British Ministry of Magic, located underground in central London.
Zuo Si, who had just been teleported here via the door key, was leaning against the wall and drinking a glass of lemonade handed to him by the staff, trying to relieve the strong feeling of dizziness caused by the rough conveyor belt.
He finally understood why many people turned pale and frightened when they heard the word "Portkey".
Unlike teleportation spells such as Apparition, which are controlled by the caster, Portkey is essentially a directional teleportation spell cast by someone else.
That is, to move a person from point A to point B in the fastest and most convenient way, and the issue of comfort was not considered from the beginning of its invention.
If Apparition is likened to a car traveling on a smooth road, then the door key is an off-road vehicle or heavy truck speeding on the bumpy road in the wild, and it does not sit in the cab, but on the rear trailer, and it will not stop until it shakes your brains out.
Fortunately, Zuo Si's physical attributes had long been non-human, otherwise someone with a weaker physique would have been lying on the ground and retching.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic! You know, I've been waiting for you for days with great anticipation."
Fudge ran over from the office almost immediately, with a kind smile on his wrinkled old face.
With the success of the first human resurrection experiment, he fully realized the huge potential of the second philosopher's stone.
Apart from anything else, the mere fact of resurrecting the victims of the last wizarding war would be enough to drive countless people in the wizarding world crazy.
Whether they are Muggles or pure-blood wizards, as well as those ancient pure-blood families, they will all try to curry favor with me in order to resurrect their dead friends, lovers, brothers and sisters, parents and children.
With such overwhelming public support, even if Dumbledore wanted to destroy the Philosopher's Stone and take away power from him, he would have to carefully consider the consequences.
Most importantly, Fudge really liked Zuo Si's attitude of being devoted to research and not very interested in power.
What's more, he took the initiative to propose handing over the Philosopher's Stone to the Ministry of Magic for safekeeping.
All these factors combined made Fu Ji want to choose a young and beautiful one among his granddaughters to marry Zuo Si, so as to gain a powerful political ally with unlimited potential.
But unfortunately, although he had several grandsons, he had very few granddaughters, and their looks and character were not very good.
"Thank you very much for your invitation. You know, I have long wanted to visit the Ministry of Magic, especially the Department of Mysteries. But there is one thing I must say. Could you please not use the portkey next time? Although I don't know what the original intention of this spell was, using it to teleport living people is simply a crime."
Zuo Si's tone was filled with resentment towards magical items like portkeys.
Fudge couldn't help laughing when he heard this complaint: "Hahahaha! I totally agree! In other words, anyone who has tried to use a portkey to teleport will come to the same conclusion as you.
But the problem is, you're not old enough to get an Apparition license, and the Ministry of Magic has banned Floo powder for safety reasons, so for now you can only use the Portkey.
Of course, if you prefer to fly on a broom for a few hours in the middle of the night, that’s fine too.”
"Your Excellency Minister, I think that perhaps South could be issued a temporary license. After all, special cases require special treatment. The biggest difference between geniuses and ordinary people is that their talent is not restricted by age." Umbridge quickly stepped forward and interjected.
"Issue a temporary license?" Fudge stroked his chin and thought about the feasibility of this matter.
After all, as the Minister of Magic, he has many privileges.
The only question is whether doing so will provoke opposition from within the parliament.
Umbridge was undoubtedly well aware of her boss's indecisive character, so she immediately leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
Finally, after her persuasion, Fudge immediately promised: "Give me a few days, and next week you will receive a temporary license to use Apparition within the UK."
"Thank you for your generosity. I will remember this favor. And of course, you, Ms. Umbridge." Zuo Si bowed gracefully.
"Haha, you're welcome. After all, you have made so many contributions to the wizarding world, and it is only natural for the Ministry of Magic to give you appropriate feedback." Umbridge raised the corners of her mouth with a smug smile.
It was clear without asking that what she had just done was a deliberate attempt to demonstrate her ability to control the Minister of Magic in front of her.
After a brief greeting, the group, led by Fudge, quickly entered the Department of Mysteries, which has the highest level of confidentiality in the entire Ministry of Magic.
Taking advantage of an elevator to reach a deeper underground, the first thing that comes into view is a simple and plain black door. After passing through the door, you will see a round black room.
However, Zuo Si noticed that whether it was the door behind him or the room under his feet, the inside of the walls were densely covered with hundreds of protective spell effects.
Its power is even greater than that of Hogwarts Castle.
On the walls of the black room, one can see twelve doors without any markings, handles or decorations.
It is impossible to distinguish them with the naked eye.
Every time someone came in, the walls would rotate rapidly, making it impossible to tell them apart by remembering their location.
Some candles emitting a faint blue glow were burning continuously, providing a faint light.
As for the ground beneath their feet, it was like a pool of black water that seemed to swallow up everyone.
But the people at the Ministry of Magic obviously had some way of telling the doors apart.
Fudge took the lead without hesitation and walked directly into the rightmost passage.
The moment he stepped over the threshold, Zuo Si instantly felt himself being teleported from one space to another.
After a brief moment of disorientation, he found that the group was in a huge oval room filled with various animals.
On the platform in the center of the room, the second Philosopher's Stone and the box that contained it were placed.
"Ah! Mr. Minister, you are finally here. If I am not mistaken, you should be the creator of the Philosopher's Stone and Magic Mercury."
The short person in charge hurried over and stared at Zuo Si with an almost worshipful look.
After all, the boundary between life and death is something more mysterious and elusive than the magic of time.
But with the success of the resurrection experiment, he saw the opportunity to peek into the mysteries of the afterlife.
"This is..."
Zuo Si obviously didn't know the other person, so he turned his gaze to Fudge beside him.
But before the latter could speak, Umbridge immediately rushed to answer: "This is Professor Hermann, the first person to propose the ghost hypothesis. He has done very in-depth research on the soul and death, and even invented a number of spells that can work on ghosts."
"Ah! It's Professor Herman. I have read the papers and opinions you published in the Daily Prophet. Some of them have given me very profound inspiration. It's a great honor to meet you." Zuo Si took the initiative to extend his right hand and shake hands with the other party.
He has always been very respectful to these highly professional talents, even if their research direction is very likely to be wrong.
"No, no, no, I should say that I am the one who is honored. Your groundbreaking invention has broken the boundary between life and death for the first time! It has allowed me to peek into where the soul will go after death. It's a pity that the amount of magic mercury that can be stored in the Philosopher's Stone is too small, and it is very troublesome to replenish it. Moreover, once exposed to the air for 24 hours, it will completely evaporate."
Professor Herman told all the problems he encountered in the experiment.
Obviously, he hoped to get some solutions or suggestions from the creator of the Philosopher's Stone.
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Sorry, professor, I may not be able to help you in this regard.
Because magic mercury is a highly condensed form of magic and life force, it can easily evaporate or react with other things if not properly stored.
It is also because of this that it can restore a corpse or even a skeleton to its original state and bring back the soul of the dead.
In addition to the Philosopher's Stone itself, I only know that some crystals with magical powers and containers made of several special gems can extend the storage time a little bit."
"A container made of crystals and gems that contain magical powers? Great! Thank you for reminding me. I finally have an idea."
Professor Hermann was immediately overjoyed, and in the next ten minutes or so, he showed Zuo Si the experimental data he had conducted during that period, as well as the various reactions that occurred after August Rookwood was killed and resurrected.
This kind of purely academic exchange naturally suits Zuo Si's taste very much.
As they chatted, they forgot about a large group of people including Fudge, and had a full discussion on everything from the initial resurrection process to the differences between ghosts and ordinary souls.
You should know that the most annoying thing about English is its complex and numerous professional vocabulary.
If they are not related practitioners, ordinary people may never have heard of these words in their lives, let alone recognize and understand their meaning.
This is true in the Muggle world, and it is still true in the wizarding world.
In order to communicate better, Zuo Si and Professor Hermann even began to use French and Latin in some places where ambiguity might arise.
This behavior resulted in Fudge, Umbridge and other Ministry of Magic bureaucrats nearby not being able to understand what the two were talking about. They could only stare at each other and nod in agreement, pretending that they understood.
Otherwise, if people found out that I couldn't understand anything, it would be so embarrassing if the news got out.
From this point alone, it can be seen that the fine traditions of the bureaucrats of the Great Ying Empire have also left a deep imprint on the wizards.
Fortunately, Zuo Si noticed the embarrassment of Fudge and others in time. After learning the information he wanted, he quickly ended the communication with Professor Herman and exchanged addresses for future contact through letters.
After doing all this, he immediately said with a smile: "Mr. Minister, it seems that the Ministry of Magic has begun to try to resurrect those who have died. Now I want to know, how do you intend to define this matter at the legal and ethical level?"
moment!
Fudge's face turned serious, and he responded in the most cautious tone possible: "I am discussing with other members of Parliament and plan to formulate a corresponding law to restrict the act of resurrecting the dead.
But don't worry, we will never resurrect the Death Eaters and bad guys who have caused great damage to the British wizarding world.
On the contrary, we want to revive the heroes who served with distinction and sacrificed their lives in the last war."
"So... you mean that the Ministry of Magic will conduct a semi-public resurrection in the near future?" Zuo Si keenly grasped the key point.
"That's right! We already have a candidate, if you have no objection."
Umbridge quickly handed over a piece of parchment with names and information on it.
Zuo Si opened it and took a look, and found that the name on it was Gideon Prewett.
If I remember correctly, this person is Molly Weasley's brother, Ron and the Weasley twins' uncle. He once joined the Order of the Phoenix during the First Wizarding War and fought against Voldemort's minions.
It is said that he and his brother Fabian Prewett teamed up to fight against five powerful Death Eaters, fighting and retreating, but were eventually defeated and killed on the spot because they were outnumbered.
Obviously, the Ministry of Magic chose such a well-known tragic hero to resurrect in order to establish a more fair image.
And although the Prewett family cannot compare with those pure-bloods that have been passed down for thousands of years, they are also quite powerful in the wizarding world.
Even though Molly has been living a somewhat tight life since marrying Arthur, she always gives people the impression that she is very poor.
But in fact, the families behind this couple are quite wealthy.
Zuo Si dared to bet that the Prewett family must have used many connections and donated a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic before they finally succeeded in winning this precious first spot.
Thinking of this, he immediately responded: "I have no opinion on the selection. But there is a small problem that you may not have noticed."
"Oh? What is it!" Fudge showed a curious look on his face.
Zuo Si replied meaningfully, "It's memory! According to several experiments I conducted privately, as the time of death increases, the resurrected person will have varying degrees of amnesia. Considering that it has been ten years since the last wizard war, Gideon Prewett may forget who he is after his resurrection, and may not even recognize his friends and relatives."
"You...you resurrected a dead person? Who is he?" Professor Hermann's tone suddenly became excited.
"I'm sorry, in order to protect the privacy of the person involved, I'm not in a position to reveal his name right now. But after the Ministry of Magic enacts the corresponding laws, the mystery should be solved soon. Please rest assured, those I resurrected are innocent victims, not some vicious people." Zuo Si gave a solemn assurance.
"Amnesia? It seems I need to inform the Prewett family so that they can be mentally prepared." Fudge frowned subconsciously.
After all, he received a large sum of "benefits" from the other party.
"Sir, it would be better for you to go there in person. Just leave this to me." Umbridge immediately jumped out and volunteered.
Just now, this ambitious woman was still trying to find an excuse to get Fudge away, but just as she was about to fall asleep, someone brought her a pillow.
Finally, after being persuaded by this subordinate with a huge rebellious mind, the Minister of Magic actually left.
After Fudge left the Ministry of Magic completely, Umbridge took Zuo Si into another room - the Time Hall without saying a word.
At a glance here, whether it is the ceiling above, the ground under your feet, or the walls around, they are all densely packed and reflected with clocks and hourglasses of all sizes.
Both the pointer and the dial emit a dazzling light like diamonds, making people feel as if they are in a fantasy world.
The ticking sound kept echoing in my ears, and occasionally I could see a hummingbird flying out of one clock, diving into another clock, and degenerating into an egg at the same time.
You don't need to ask to know that this is a place where the turbulent flows of time converge.
Crazy wizards superimposed the "time reversal spell" to form a space similar to a barrier.
Everything in this space is not affected by the external timeline.
Likewise, the chaotic time inside will not affect the outside world.
"What an incredible magical place..." Zuo Si raised his head and exclaimed with shining eyes.
"Do you like it here?" Umbridge asked in an uncertain tone.
Because in her opinion, the Time Hall was the strangest, most puzzling and terrifying place in the entire Department of Mysteries.
Except for Professor Crocker, who has devoted his entire life to research, no one would be willing to stay in a room for a long time where accidents could happen at any time.
What's more, even Professor Crocker couldn't endure such an environment for long.
Once he realizes that he has mental problems, he will immediately stop his research and return to the normal world to rest for a while.
"Like? No, my feelings for this room are not as simple as liking it. It's because through those clocks and hourglasses, I can see the beauty of time flowing behind them. Because mastering time means mastering the key to the past and the future, and mastering the secret of eternity and immortality. Moreover, it is almost impossible to eavesdrop in any way here. You can just say whatever you want to say."
After saying this, Zuo Si retracted his gaze and turned to look at the old woman who always wore tender pink clothes, intending to hear what price the other party could offer.
(End of this chapter)
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