Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

Instructing the house elves to send Filch and Mrs. Norris back to the lounge, Dumbledore personally "escorted" Travis back to the dormitory.

At his age, it would be difficult to fall back asleep within a short period of time after being woken up by a house elf at this time.

However, when the two arrived at Gryffindor Tower, they discovered that the Fat Lady was not at home.

"Can you open it?"

Dumbledore hesitated and shook his head.

"Then I'm going to the library. See you later ~ Good night ~"

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't stop him, Travis really hugged Mew and left.

Meow Meow is very well-behaved at the moment, because he has just eaten enough, and it will be time to make a fuss again after it is digested.

There was no one in the library, not even a ghost. It was very deserted, but on the other hand it was quiet enough. Travis hugged Meow and wandered through the bookshelves looking for suitable books.

There are rows of bookshelves, each one much taller than a person. I don’t know how to remove the magic book on the top... Is it possible to ask Hagrid to help?

While he was looking for it, Dumbledore, who was suspected of being an insomniac, appeared next to Travis again at some point, but now Travis was not in the mood to write a medical record for him.

This big boss needs a special ward, and there are currently no conditions to accommodate him.

"What book are you looking for?" Dumbledore asked.

"Just take a look... It would be great if you could find the Invisible Stretching Charm. I bought a box with the Invisible Stretching Charm cast on it in Diagon Alley. It's very useful, so I'm very interested in this magic. "Travis said.

"The Invisible Stretch Spell... that is not a magic that first-year students can access. And the Ministry of Magic has certain restrictions on the Invisible Stretch Spell, so... it is in the restricted book area."

Travis's eyes lit up, he nodded to Dumbledore and walked towards the restricted book area.

Dumbledore:  …

In all my years as a principal, I have never seen such an arrogant new student!

But for some reason, Dumbledore didn't stop him.

At first, Travis thought it was because the forbidden book area was protected by powerful magic and it was impossible for him to enter, but... he entered easily.

After Travis successfully entered the forbidden book area and flipped through more than ten magic books, Travis understood why Dumbledore didn't stop him.

It turns out that although the forbidden book area is not isolated by magic, each magic book has its own protective magic.

Travis flipped through twelve magic books, seven of which could not be opened at all, four were blank when opened, and only one had content inside.

It was a magic book that introduced ancient alchemy, but it was a general introduction without specific magic.

This book is very thick, but most of the content is the author recording how he found relevant information. There is very little real information. This is very similar to those magic books that Travis read before school started.

Judging from the subject matter it records, it is indeed enough to be placed in the restricted book area, but the content, haha.

"Perhaps you could tell me what books are here that I can read...it's such a waste of time to look for them."

Travis closed the book and raised his head to meet the eyes of Dumbledore, who was eating candy beside him.

Dumbledore's eyes are very deep, and their depth reveals wisdom... ahem, wisdom.

Just making eye contact, Dumbledore frowned suddenly, and then separated his eyes from Travis.

"I think you need this."

As he spoke, a magic book flew over from an unknown bookshelf and was handed to Travis by Dumbledore.

"As I get older, I won't study with you anymore. Good night, Mr. Clyde."

Dumbledore turned and left, and Travis saw him tapping his head with his hand as he walked, seemingly distressed.

After watching Dumbledore leave, Travis looked back and opened the magic book in his hand, his face suddenly darkened - it was blank!

"Hey! You should undo the magic on it before we leave!"

lay down?

It was hard to find.

Take it?

Useless!

The toothache lasted for a while, and Travis held the magic book in one hand and continued to look for a book he could read.

After half an hour, Travis gave up and returned to the general area.

But I didn't expect to encounter a surprise as soon as I returned, a pool of gold, which I almost stepped on.

Fortunately, there is magic. Travis uses Clean Up to clean up the gold on the ground and continues to look for the book he needs.

This time Travis's purpose is clear-confusion spell!

"Let you trick me and wait until I complete the Confusion Curse to see if I clear the forbidden book area!"

Travis gritted his teeth.

There are more magic books in the general area, and the librarian is not at work now. If you look for them one by one, you may not be able to find them until dawn.

So Travis decided to use the flying spell.

The Flying Spell can be summoned under imprecise conditions, but the range of use is limited, and all things that meet the conditions will fly - items without magical protection.

Specially choosing a relatively open place, Travis raised his wand towards the front.

"The confusion spell is coming!"

clap la la...

A large number of magic books flew over from various bookshelves. Travis only had time to stretch out his stubborn middle finger before he was overwhelmed by the magic books.

But even though he was submerged, Travis was still showing his middle finger stubbornly.

On the other side, Dumbledore did not go back to his lounge after leaving. Instead, he went straight to the principal's office and woke up the portraits of all the principals.

Under the different eyes of the principals, Dumbledore opened the pensieve, took out the wand, and banged it on his head. There were three Avatars chewing on the big melon... Ahem, it was three consecutive shots of Legilimency that took out three memories. Enter the Pensieve.

"Huh... I feel much better..."

Dumbledore tilted his head and shook his head. He didn't know whether he was shaking the brain in his head or what was in his ears.

"Albus, what happened?"

one principal asked.

Although there are small characters on the portrait saying who the owner of the portrait is, there are many people visiting the portrait at the moment, so it is not known who the principal is and what his name is.

"Nothing, just peeking into the chaotic brain of a new student this year," Dumbledore said.

"Confused brain?!" The principals suddenly became alert: "Albus! You..."

"No, it's not what you think." Dumbledore raised his hand: "It's not that his thoughts are extreme, it's just that... his memory is extremely confused."

Principals:? ? ?

"There are many memories of the same thing in his mind...many different versions...I know it's hard to understand. Generally speaking, we only form a memory when we experience something personally...but it does have an impact on the same thing." There are many different versions of the memory... hundreds of different versions."

"I think he..."

Dumbledore hesitated.

"He may have a brain disease! This is not a curse, he may actually have some kind of brain disease."