Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

"The reason is a bit complicated, and I don't know how to explain it..." Hagrid scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled. "It might be because of James and the others...they..."

He racked his brains trying to figure out how to describe it. "Likes to do dangerous things? Harry suffered too much when he was a little kid. He can't be as reckless as James and the others."

"Is it going to be a hassle?" For some reason, Vizette muttered to himself, feeling a sense of déjà vu, which reminded him of Fred and George.

“Yes!” Hagrid chuckled, counting on his fingers, “James, Sirius, Lupin, and… oh! Peter!”

“Those four are very close! They sometimes come to the Forbidden Forest to see me, just like you guys do. But they're much more mischievous and like to sneak into the Forbidden Forest.”

"That's right! Harry really does resemble James quite a bit, Hermione and Lupin are a bit alike, and Ron... they all look quite similar too. What a wonderful coincidence!"

He seemed to have been holding back his words for a long time, reminiscing about the past the whole way, lamenting just how oppressive the era of fighting Voldemort must have been.

"It feels so much better to have said it all!" Hagrid exhaled. "I haven't talked to anyone about my past in so long, let alone so much!"

"Vizet, wouldn't it be wonderful if there were a lock that could lock away my memories? You mean, how do you describe it?"

"It's that feeling... the memories are still in my head, but it prevents me from letting something slip, like a reminder... Yes! That's it!"

"Lock up the memories?" Vizette murmured, pondering Hagrid's idea.

"This is a very high-level mental magic, isn't it?" Hagrid chuckled, pointing to a painting in front of him. "This is it, we've arrived!"

The painting depicts a scene that Wizette is very familiar with—a drum set.

“Let me think… how should I knock?” Hagrid scratched his head, his thick beard covering his furrowed brows.

thump thump...

Vizette picked up her wand and began rhythmically striking the drums.

"Yes! That's the rhythm!" Hagrid slapped his forehead, his voice booming like thunder, echoing down the corridor.

"How did you know?" he asked in surprise. "You've been here before?"

Vizette nodded. "Someone brought me here before."

The drum kit was transformed into a narrow wooden door, which, with the help of magic, even Hagrid, whose size was enormous, could barely squeeze through.

It was just a short walkway behind the wooden door, and Hagrid was having some difficulty walking through it.

He needed to take a deep breath to barely move his body sideways and slowly cross the aisle.

When he finally managed to enter the secret room, he gasped in disbelief, "Hiss! A charging Gorgon! Here... here... it's empty?"

Chapter 132 Locking Up Memories

"Cough cough cough..."

Hagrid took such a deep breath that a lot of dust rose up and was inhaled, causing him to cough repeatedly, the sound of which echoed like thunder in the room.

"Hagrid, did you bring me here to look for something?" Vizette asked curiously.

“It’s…cough cough…their…Animagus Notebook.” Hagrid finally recovered, though his speech was still somewhat broken.

“Animagus Notes?” Vizette frowned slightly, suddenly thinking of the Marauder’s Map.

Marauder's Map...

Pointed fork...

Bigfoot...

Animagus...

The room that should have contained Animagus's notes...

If we connect these points of information, we will arrive at two interesting conclusions;

The first conclusion regarding the creators of the Marauder's Map is that at least two of them were Animagus, one of whom was Harry's father;

The second conclusion regarding the whereabouts of the notes is that they were most likely taken by Fred and George, since this place was their secret base before.

Hagrid frowned and began to analyze, "It's possible that Filch took it! He and that mixed-breed cat-raccoon know many secret passages and hidden rooms in the castle."

"If it really falls into his hands, that would be a real problem! He's always had a problem with his students... Oh, right! Vizette, you could ask the professor for help and get the notebook back!"

"If you're too embarrassed to ask the professor, you can come to me! YaYa will definitely be happy to help. I'll pester Filch, and YaYa will handle Mrs. Lorris, so you can get the notebook."

"It's about this size of notebook..." He spread his fingers, gesturing somewhat awkwardly.

"The cover features the skin of a black dragon from the Hebrides Islands, with a purplish hue. I remember it very clearly..."

Clearly, he genuinely wanted to find the notebook, hoping it could help Vizet.

Vizette understood this as well. He waited until Hagrid finished gesturing before asking, "Hagrid, you just mentioned wanting to put a lock on your memories?"

Hagrid nodded. "Yes! I really didn't mean it... but sometimes it's easy to let something slip, and if it ruins things, that would be terrible!"

"Like last year, when Harry and his friends came to visit, they saw a newspaper, asked me a few questions, and I just blurted it out..."

After carefully listening to Hagrid's idea, Vizet said, "I can't create a 'lock' that can stop memories at any time."

"But if you have some old stories you don't want to talk about, but you want to preserve those memories, I could give it a try..."

"Can it really be done?" Hagrid's eyes widened, his tone somewhat excited. "It's just that some of the memories won't be affected so well."

Following Hagrid's words, Vizette asked, "Isn't it a bad influence on Harry?"

“Yes!” Hagrid nodded with emotion. “Everyone wants their father to be perfect… just like my dad!”

"Although he was short, he raised me all by himself... Back then, I was still young and didn't understand things. When I was angry, I would put him on top of the wardrobe."

Even when he was frightened, he would still keep comforting me and laughing at me... He really is a great dad!

As he spoke, two streams of tears soaked his thick beard.

Hagrid is a very emotional person. He doesn't have much guile when it comes to his friends, and he doesn't hide his true feelings much.

"Ahem...we've really gone off on a tangent." He pulled out a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth and blew his nose hard. "Vizet, what should I do?"

"I have to make it clear," Wizette said. "If I want to add such a 'lock,' I will also see those memories."

“You’ll see those memories… I believe you can keep it a secret… at least don’t tell Harry.”

"I won't tell him."

"Then there's no problem. What should I do?"

"I need you to provide some keywords, which will act as 'locks' to fix the relevant memories."

"Keywords? Fixed?" Hagrid scratched his head, somewhat confused by the terms.

This is the result of Vizet's learning over this period of time. It can be considered as an integration of the mental magic she has learned, based on the Oblivion Charm and Occlumency, and some small techniques that are derived from it.

It must be said that Lockhart was a truly eccentric wizard.

Vizette really learned a lot about the Forgetfulness Spell from him.

Compared to the typical teaching style of professors, Lockhart prefers to share his past experiences and only goes as far as sharing.

In his classes, his current curriculum is drama performance, where he arranges for several students to come up to him and perform scenes based on the plots of his works.

During his private lessons, Lockhart liked to talk about his past experiences, recounting the human relationships he encountered during his adventures, as well as various wonderful sights and sounds.

Whenever Vizet wanted to delve deeper into the magic contained in a particular anecdote, Lockhart would gloss over it and cleverly change the subject.

Lockhart only spoke more when it came to knowledge about the Oblivion Curse.

After two encounters, Wizette figured out the pattern and learned how to "fish" like a fisherman, using questions to "fish" for fish. These techniques were gradually "fished" out.

In response to Hagrid's question, Vizet explained, "To put it simply, I will use the Oblivion Charm, and the counter-Oblivion Charm, to allow you to retain your memories without revealing them."

"Now I understand. How could they do that?" Hagrid's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly.

"You want me to provide keywords? Like... 'James before he dated Lily,' would that count as a keyword?"

Vizette nodded and said, "This is a very comprehensive keyword that can pinpoint a sufficiently clear range of memories."

He picked up his wand. "Hagrid, I'm about to begin casting a spell. I need to press this wand against your temple."

"Oh! Come on over!" Hagrid sat down casually, turning his head to the side and tucking his hair behind his ear.

His physique was so unique that when Vizet was casting spells, he encountered a problem—the magic had difficulty penetrating Hagrid's skin and reaching deeper into his body.

Half-giants not only have a physical advantage, but also a unique advantage in their resistance to magic.

Vizette felt a chill run down her spine and quickly adjusted her strategy, using ancient magical power to cast a spell, which made the penetration process much smoother.

The keyword "James before he dated Lily" did help Vizette pinpoint a range of memories, but it wasn't clear enough.

Because he discovered that James didn't start dating Lily until he entered seventh grade, which meant they didn't really begin dating.

Seeing Vizet open her eyes, Hagrid quickly asked, "Vizet, are you all better? I didn't feel anything..."

Chapter 133 Hagrid's Memory

“Not yet.” Vizet shook his head. “I’ll try a brief search based on the keywords you just provided.”

"Then I realized that the time span was quite large... It was a full six years from when James and the others entered Hogwarts to when he started dating Lily."

“It took so long…” Hagrid sighed. “He kept mentioning Lily back then, and I thought they had been together for a long time.”

"Hagrid, do you want to lock away all of these six years of memories, or do you want to keep some of them?" Vizette asked.