HP: I’m working on redemption at Hogwarts

magic! Fantastic! Even Qiu Zhang didn't know how it appeared...

An unusually smooth door suddenly appeared on the wall with ancient patterns in front of him, as if to tempt Qiu Zhang to go in and explore.

And when did it appear? Obviously I was on my way to the library just now...

No, it seemed that I had been feeling some urgency in my mind just now, thinking anxiously about how to get Cedric to participate in the Triwizard Tournament without getting into trouble in the final...

This door suddenly appeared at this time...

Qiu Zhang looked around in confusion, only to see no one in the aisle. The character prints on the tapestry opposite where the giant monster beat Barnabas silly seemed to be hinting at something, and his eyes and eyes glanced at the magical figures appearing on the wall. door.

Qiu Zhang took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of decision, and slowly pushed the door open with heavy and hesitant steps.

This is……

Seeing the familiar scenery and decorations, Qiu Zhang couldn't help but left the room in shock and went back to the corridor and slammed the door.

"I must be hallucinating..."

Qiu Zhang murmured to himself in a low voice to comfort himself, and then he held the door handle tightly with his hands. He looked at the door in front of him and hesitated for a long time, then slowly opened it again and walked in.

"This is impossible!"

Qiu Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth couldn't help but open in surprise.

Looking around, he looked at the familiar sapphire blue curtains and carpet in front of him, as well as the familiar bed and the familiar furnishings around him.

This is clearly Ravenclaw's own dormitory!

The door behind him slowly closed on its own, and Qiu Zhang was afraid that he would turn around and leave again subconsciously. I saw the cabinet next to my bedside shaking violently as if it was alive, making a sound of wood and objects colliding.

Qiu Zhang stopped and stared blankly at that place, not knowing how to react. Her mind had been thinking about everything that happened at this moment, but her body moved subconsciously. She moved slowly to the bedside step by step with hesitant steps, and then slowly squatted down to open the cabinet.

There are many things inside, including snacks that I usually eat, gadgets given by the Weasley twins, and notebooks from my studies, but the most outstanding thing is the thick and ancient magic potion in the middle. The book was a gift Mr. Ollivander gave himself at Christmas.

Qiu Zhang didn't quite understand. What did this magical room want to tell him? I have read this book more than a hundred times and learned a lot from it, but it is a pity that I could not find a way to help Cedric...

Qiu Zhang carefully took the book out of the cabinet, casually sat down on the edge of the bed, put the book on his lap, and opened it casually, looking for something with unrealistic and inexplicable hopes.

and many more……

Qiu Zhang suddenly realized that something was wrong. The paper on this page seemed to be thicker than the other pages. Normally, it would be difficult for him to spot it. But maybe it was because of the ability given by this magical room and her inexplicable concentration in a tense state that she suddenly discovered the abnormality.

Qiu Zhang's expression became serious, and gradually became serious. She carefully turned the page over to observe, and indeed found that the page seemed to be composed of two layers of paper glued together...

A trace of surprise flashed through Qiu Zhang's eyes, and then his expression tightened. He stared at the page with all his concentration. He carefully rubbed the corner of the paper with his hands, took out a thin silver needle and inserted it into the page. It is extremely close to the sandwich of paper stuck together with a small gap.

Wait, where did the silver needle come from...

Forget it, it’s not important...

Under Qiu Zhang's non-stop work, the dark page hidden between the two papers was finally revealed in front of Qiu Zhang.

"Death is rebirth..."

The title is written in large Chinese characters. Although Qiu Zhang has traces of the East in her blood, she still doesn't quite understand it as she grew up in England. Fortunately, there is a small translation in the lower right corner.

It can be seen from the large tracts of Chinese on this page that this was probably written by an Eastern monk who once traveled with Mr. Ollivander.

He recorded that a certain magical forbidden spell could transfer all spell damage suffered by one person to a third person.

It's a pity that that can only be done by some kind of magical magic from the East. In the lower right corner of the page on the right, Mr. Ollivander wrote annotations and substituted magic potions in English. It's just that the power will be greatly reduced, and there will only be one chance, but this is enough for Qiu Zhang...

A glimmer of light flashed in Qiu Zhang's eyes, as if he had found some impossible treasure, and his expression seemed a little excited or even crazy.

"Lizard tail, fresh mignonette leaves, unicorn tail hair, lacewing powder... the hair of the cursed person..."

Qiu Zhang whispered the names of the medicinal ingredients required for the formula one by one, while thinking about ways to obtain them...

"The key point is the hair of the person who casts the spell..."

As he read the words that came to an abrupt end, there was actually a dense string of Chinese characters behind him.

Qiu Zhang subconsciously hoped that there would be something she could translate at this moment, and sure enough, a dictionary appeared in front of her the next second.

Qiu Zhang probably understood the magic of this house. It seemed to be able to satisfy people's most urgent needs and desires. As long as they asked for something, they would get it!

After a long period of translation, Qiu Zhang finally vaguely understood what was written in small characters in that paragraph.

"If there is any apology or hesitation in the heart, it will be backfired and the spell cast will be shared with the substitute..."

If there is a trace of guilt or indecisiveness in the heart, it will be counterattacked, and the spell cast will be shared with the person doing the spell...

However, it would be a bit fanciful to want that dead rat to share the burden. His viciousness and determination to surrender to the dark forces cannot be apologetic...

A faint wry smile appeared on Qiu Zhang's lips, she held the page of formula tightly in her hand, remembered it in her heart, then put the spell book into the cabinet, turned around and left the room.

Standing in the empty corridor, some classmates and professors began to pass by from time to time. The quiet environment gradually became lively. Everything that just happened seemed like an illusion. I turned my head and looked up again. The magical door had disappeared, and the remaining There are only bare walls printed with bronze patterns...

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Attention please??

This is not any storyline, this is the author's narration channel...

[When I originally conceived this story, I actually didn’t decide on Cho Chang. I even originally wanted to write a complete story where the heroine would die for Cedric. But as I gradually learned more about Qiu Zhang, Cedric, and everything in the magical world while writing, I suddenly felt a little confused and reluctant...]

[Because of the world framework I constructed, the ending of the heroine in Cedric's line is predetermined and connected with the subsequent stories... But due to various reasons, I am still reluctant and don't want them to become like that... 】

[That’s why this chapter has a plot that everyone may think is nonsense and inexplicable. It is purely a self-made magic potion and usage. Please forgive me for being ooc with the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Because this is to give me an escape route, to give them both a chance to survive...]