The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

"Good question, but you have to give me the wand back first!"

Neo looked at the other party helplessly. Although the [Insect Killer] was his favorite, it was actually just because its shape was in line with the aesthetics. After helping Ron make the [Blue Sky Knight], he was very concerned about what he had at hand. second-hand wands have been modified.

"Dream, you little idiot...ah!"

For example, adding anti-theft measures... As soon as Rita shook the wand in her hand, several sharp wooden thorns pierced out of the wand, pricking the palm of her hand into a fuzzy ball of flesh. One of her The finger was obviously broken, with only a layer of skin still attached to the wood... The deformation of the spikes was indeed not harmful enough.

But adding some flesh-draining curses would fit nicely.

She couldn't get rid of the wand that was firmly nailed in her hand, and she didn't cut off her wrist with the foresight, so when the wood turned into a vampire bat and started sucking her blood, she collapsed in despair.

In less than five seconds, her blood vessels turned blue, her lips turned purple and withered... Her consciousness became a little groggy.

"return!"

Neo ordered, "It's useless. This wand is too stupid. It doesn't have the most basic thinking."

Neo frowned and drew another wand.

"Failure."

A crushing spell smashed the garbage into pieces, and the broken wooden thorns were inserted into the back of Rita's hands and cheeks... The female reporter made a piercing scream like an owl that had been disturbed in its shack. Kneeling on the ground, he tried his best to squirm away from Neo.

"To shut up."

Neo was flipping through the experimental data of that stupid wand, and the quill added new content to the table. He didn't raise his head, but opened his mouth slightly.

Rita Kist covered her mouth with her good hand, and Nagini was already on her shoulder.

"Okay, can we have a serious chat?"

Neo pulled up a chair and sat down. He hadn't slept all night, and he planned to immediately start torturing a poor middle-aged lady. His passionate pursuit of magic was simply touching.

Reporter Rita nodded sadly, tears rolling in the corners of her eyes.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Neo snapped his fingers, and Dobby immediately brought a cup of black tea with some spices. Just as he was about to give Rita a cup of tea, Dobby was stared at by Neo with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded and made him invisible.

"Shh... ha... this tea is good... Rita Kister, when I say chat, I don't mean you ask me, but I ask you, and you just answer."

Neo pointed the wand at her wound and cast a healing spell. She immediately felt the wound recovering. Apart from the lost blood, she felt much better.

This made her have some thoughts that she shouldn't have. Her eyes were spinning behind the skewed lenses. She might be recalling where she hid her wand, or she might be planning to make up some lie to scare herself... ..Neo didn't even use Legilimency, but he could clearly see her thoughts on the other person's face.

This woman never hides her meanness, ugliness, and, of course, stupidity.

"First, write down your experience of practicing Animagus. It must be very accurate. Get rid of your flashy, bullshit writing style. Otherwise, when I use Legilimency to check, there will be any discrepancies. ,so I......."

Rita listened to this cold command, and she fearfully guessed that the coming threat would be to cut off her nose, or gouge out her eyes, organs, etc... I heard that many pure-blood families have grown up from their old age. Xiaodu was so keen on evil torture and punishment that she thought what she encountered today was the story in the rumors...

But Neo just said something coldly when he threw away the pen and paper.

"Pick out all the precious memories in your memory, randomly delete one, and then delete one... until there is no difference between what you write and the truth. I hope you will still remember your mother's name by then, Oh, by the way, compared to that useless person who you think has no help to your career, maybe you would rather remember the name of your famous book..."

Rita covered her head, and a chill ran down her back. Has her memory been searched?

Her face was hideous. The shame of being stripped naked and exposed in front of Neo made her almost hysterical. Any villain with dark intentions would go crazy when his secret was discovered by others. Neo dared to say this, Naturally, there are more horrific punishments to come.

"Or I replace your memory with...a mediocre housewife, married to a wizard who is more crude and rotten than the beggar in Knockturn Alley, and has lived in a country stable for decades, Raising several children who are demented and numb...Believe me, I am very good at weaving memories, and you may never know who Rita Kist is for the rest of your life..."

"No, shut up!"

Rita didn't dare to listen anymore. She was a Ravenclaw with an active mind, and words made her fingertips art. When Neo's narration came to her ears, her mind naturally outlined it clearly enough... .And a picture of despair and sadness.

"Hmph, you are a young and literary woman who is passionate about fame and wealth, hates family responsibilities, and has no moral integrity. Your fear is clearly visible in my eyes."

Neo stuffed his wand back into his arms.

Rita could no longer imagine how painful it would be for her when the existence and meaning she had been pursuing all her life were completely distorted and she lost everything she represented... No, she would never suffer again. , because just like Neo said, Rita Kist will disappear, leaving only a humble and pitiful peasant woman...

"You are as evil as Voldemort!"

The name.... Neo took a sip of tea.

"What kind of evil is Voldemort?"

"He can only use his life to threaten one person and kill other people's love. What kind of harm is that? I'm tired of such crude methods. Not to mention the pleasure brought by the harm itself, it's the end for the enemy. It’s too straightforward.”

"I am willing to lock the scars of my soul into a rotten skin, use time to brew hatred, dash them when they are full of hope, and even let them forget their hatred, and only remember the suffering they have suffered forever, until They are regarded as my gifts on behalf of fate..."

"...So that when it's all over, they'll be kissing my shoes and thanking me for my mercy."

"Speaking of which, I'm very curious... Rita, after you have been a stable woman for 40 years and I give you your original memories, will you hug my shoes?"

Neo stepped in front of her, swept his wand across her temple, and asked calmly and curiously.

Rita Kist's eyes widened, the corners of her eyes cracked, and two lines of red tears fell down her cheeks.

"Devil...you are the devil!"

Neo bristled at the metaphor.

"I have read your books before. They are all masterpieces with brilliant diction. Why are your words so vulgar without that quill... Demons, how can they compare with me?"

"The devil is pretty much...