The Forgetting Curse can be said to be an extremely commonly used spell.
Although in Anton's opinion, this curse is more disgusting than the Cruciatus Curse, there is nothing more uncomfortable than making people forget their memories.
If our memory is wiped away, we forget the people we care about most, forget our own preferences, and lose the personality and behavioral patterns accumulated over a long period of time...
Are we still ourselves?
But this curse was abused by wizards on Muggles.
The reason is simple: Muggles cannot be allowed to know even a shred of information about the wizarding world. At this time, the wizards, as gods, condescendingly declare that Muggles are not worthy of knowing these things.
Even the Order of the Phoenix, which represents justice the most, those wizards who talk about love and being a good person, Arthur, Molly, Lupin, Tonks...
No one has ever considered whether it is evil for those Aurors in the Ministry of Magic who cannot even cast the Iron Armor Curse to wantonly use the Oblivion Curse to cleanse the memories of Muggles?
And there are simply not many people who can master extremely fine techniques, and most of them use them simply and crudely.
At times like this, Muggles sometimes even have more of their memories wiped than expected.
but,
Who cares.
In addition to secular humanistic knowledge, the Forgetting Curse is not classified as an Unforgivable Curse because it has a counter-curse.
Yes, except for the three unforgivable curses, every curse has its own counter-curse.
Therefore, the so-called memory cleansing of the Forgetting Curse does not completely disappear from the memory.
Just like our computer hard drive is damaged and no information can be read anymore, we can still export the data inside through professional means.
Once the counter-spell is cast, the memory will be restored.
Of course, this requires three prerequisites. First, we know the counter-curse for the Forgetting Curse, although not many people know it. Second, we know that we have been cast on the Forgetting Curse. Third, the counter-spell is more powerful than the Forgetting Curse.
The power of the curse is much higher.
Lockhart originally planned to explain some knowledge that would be taught in books.
But I didn't expect that this little wizard was so smart, and it didn't take long to fully understand what he was talking about.
He also drew inferences from time to time and raised highly targeted questions.
This forced Lockhart to explain in a deeper area again.
Following the professor's narration, Anton came into contact with a magical field.
A realm between the blurred boundary between 'self' and 'soul body'.
The Forgetting Curse and the memories that touched the 'self' did not completely affect the 'self'.
This made Anton re-examine his trinity theory. He seemed to place too much emphasis on separating these three aspects.
I remember Professor Voldemort once said, "If you want to study the soul, you must first study the body."
These are not three obvious layers. In fact, their boundaries are blurred, and sometimes they are even in a state of 'I am in you, and you are in me'.
In short, Anton benefited a lot from just one night of explanation.
"Professor..." Anton frowned and looked at Lockhart, "If according to this statement, the effect of the Forgetting Curse in a very deep field has actually overlapped with the effect of the Imperius Curse, right?"
Lockhart sneered, "Yes, but who would really study such a deep field? No one knew that after reaching this point, one could circumvent the legal punishment of the Ministry of Magic and use such an unforgivable thing as the Imperius Curse.
The power of the curse."
His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Anton in a panic.
"You know too much, I think you should go back and rest early."
Yo ho~
Have you finally come to your senses?
Anton shrugged, stood up, thought for a moment, and looked at Lockhart seriously, "Professor, thank you."
He turned his back to the professor and left. Through the glass of the corridor wall lamp through the Eye Magic, he could vaguely see Lockhart holding the wand and looking hesitant.
"..."
One step, two steps.
Finally disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
A faint sound of stomping feet in annoyance could be heard.
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When Anton returned to the dormitory, the night was already very late.
The corridor was silent, and even the people in the picture frame had fallen into a deep sleep. Goyle was fast asleep, and Draco didn't know where to run.
Anton looked at the empty dormitory silently and exhaled.
Last year, Brother Yan often took his two younger brothers to visit each dormitory. Sometimes some students who wanted to build a good relationship with the Malfoys came over to chat and enhance their relationship.
However, this semester has only started for a few days, everything is changing quietly, and there is a feeling of loneliness in the dormitory.
Anton doesn't like being alone.
He had already experienced enough loneliness in his previous life, and he had no interest in living alone again.
He curled his lips and went to the bathroom with toiletries.
You can already feel a bit of coldness at night in London in September, and there is an inexplicable biting coolness in this huge stone castle.
Anton usually doesn't meet anyone when he takes a bath at night. Occasionally, a few ghosts float by, which adds to the wonderful bathing atmosphere.
Sometimes I feel like there are eyes staring closely at me, and I look back suddenly. Most of the time I can see some strange looking ghosts, weird faces in the picture frame, or some little wizard's pet running out at night.
.
It's very exciting.
More than a year later, Anton has developed a big heart and is no longer surprised.
Also numb.
However, the whining sound of "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong Bathroom" under the dim night lights of Hogwarts Castle still makes people feel uncomfortable in their hearts.
"Draco?"
Anton watched in surprise as his lovely roommate slapped his face hard with cold water.
Draco slowly turned his head to look at Anton. He couldn't tell whether it was tears or ice water, and there was indescribable sadness and despair in his eyes. "He's dead, he's dead!"
"!!!"
Anton took a breath and leaned back, "Impossible!"
Draco seemed to have lost all his strength, squatting down and crying, his thin body trembling, and he looked extremely scared.
"Tsk..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Anton shook his head, "It is impossible to die. Even if you don't believe in my treatment methods at that time, you should also believe in Madam Pomfrey's ability."
Draco just shook his head and collapsed on the ground.
Water flowed out from the faucet, filling the basin, and gradually overflowed, splashing high around Draco and chilling his whole body.
This kid's mental quality is a bit poor.
Anton simply ignored him and even planned to kill himself with poison. Regardless of whether he actually took action or not, he was not able to accept it in his heart.
He didn't pull out his wand and fight back on the spot because of the good friendship he had built over the past year.
Hang the bag with clean clothes on the hook on the wall, throw the worn clothes into a big bucket in the bathroom, and tomorrow the house elf will fold the sun-drenched clothes and put them on the bedside.
Before school started, Uncle Luping prepared a new type of shower gel for himself. It is said to contain milk ingredients and is particularly smooth when washed. I highly recommend Anton to use it.
There are a lot of bubbles in this thing.
Turn on the shower faucet and spray the water at a suitable temperature to wash away the fatigue of the day.
"I love taking a bath...my skin feels good...yaoyaoyaoyao..."
Humming a weird little tune, I applied shampoo, and my whole body felt refreshed as I rubbed it.
His golden-red hair has grown to half-length, and Anton is considering whether to keep it long or cut it short. Life is not just about fighting and killing, but there are also many interesting and trivial things to worry about.
only……
Anton suddenly frowned, feeling goosebumps all over his body, and a creepy sense of crisis suddenly spread from the bottom of his heart.
This is the magic warning!
But it's too late!
"Anthony..." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded outside the cubicle.
Gan!
Now there is only foam left all over the body, and it’s time to play with the ball!