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"What does this mean?" Professor McGonagall frowned. Miss Slytherin's soul hypnosis was an unexpected surprise, but now it seems that it can't be used?

"She is already in a hypnotic state, and there is no way to hypnotize her again." Sylvia replied.

"If the memory can be modified, isn't there a better way?" Lupine asked.

Hearing what Lupine said, Harry and Ron and Hermione looked at each other. They both thought of a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was still at St. Mungo's Hospital in the second year because of the rebound of his Oblivion Curse.

"The Oblivion Curse is too reversible," Sylvia said, and suddenly turned her head and shrugged her eyebrows at the three of Harry, "unless it's some unlucky ghost who failed to cast the spell and caused irreversible sequelae..." See Later, Sylvia also wanted to go with Harry and the others.

"Normal forgetting spells can be easily detected by the therapist, and recovery is also easy. But the deep hypnosis in the field of soul magic is different." Sylvia looked at Lestrange who was lying on the ground seriously, "When I cast a spell, I need to touch Mrs. Lestrange's soul with my own soul. There, not to mention wizards, all creatures are the same, storing all our memories and personalities. My original intention is I want to find the moment when Mrs. Lestrange decided to serve Voldemort, and cast a spell from that moment to cover up that decision, so if the spell is successful, Mrs. Lestrange will have no memory of her loyalty to Voldemort at all. .”

"However, as soon as I touched Mrs. Lestrange's soul, I realized something was wrong." Sylvia took a sip of the warm chocolate drink Camille handed over, thought for a while before continuing, "It feels like It is separated by a layer of veil, which is vague, and I feel as if I can see some memories, but I can't find it if I trace it carefully-according to the notes of Salazar's tutor, under normal circumstances, such problems will not occur Yes, except for one situation, that is, when the subject is in deep hypnosis of soul magic..."

"So now it's up to you to decide whether to use Polyjuice Potion or the Imperius Curse..."

"Imperius, Imperius Curse?!" Sylvia was interrupted by Ron's wide-eyed shout before she finished speaking, "Isn't that the Unforgivable Curse! How can you use such a terrible magic?" !!"

Hermione stomped on Ron, "Sister didn't say she wanted to use it! Shut up!" Even so, it's not hard to see that Hermione also has a worried look on her face—the Three Unforgivable Curses, Once known by the Ministry of Magic, it is the evil black magic that the caster will be thrown into Azkaban for life.

Camille pointed to Bella on the ground, "We all broke into Azkaban and dragged the felons out, what are you still thinking about the punishment of the Unforgivable Curse..."

What an irrefutable answer... Hermione looked at the calm-faced Sisters Sylvia and Camille silently, and even Professor McGonagall didn't look particularly disturbed, but just like Camille The senior sister said that just taking Lestrange away from Azkaban can throw all the participants into Azkaban for a lifetime. Forgiveness spells don't seem to be anything to worry about either.

After locking Lestrange in an empty small room and confirming that she was locked up, and after a sigh of relief, everyone suddenly felt tired.

Since there is no other way for the time being, everyone has to pack up and prepare to go back to the room to sleep. Some of them have experienced an exciting Quidditch final and night escape, while others have robbed the prison. In fact, everyone is already tired. It's over.

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The next morning, when Harry and Ron got dressed and ran downstairs to have breakfast, they were surprised to find that Sylvia and Camille were already sitting at the dining table, and , Sylvia-senpai unexpectedly looked sleepy, her head rested on Camille's shoulder, her eyes were completely closed, although her clothes were still decent, but Sylvia-senpai was in a daze It was the first time they saw it.

"Senior...Senior, is Sylvia alright?" Hermione also walked into the dining room at this time, and was obviously taken aback by the tired appearance of Sylvia, whom she had never seen before.

"Hmm..." Before Camille could speak, Sylvia groaned in pain—it was the kind of child who stayed in bed and didn't want to get up early. The sound of digging in the warm bed.

"What the hell is going on here!" Sylvia complained while rubbing her sleepy eyes, "It was very late yesterday and I wanted to borrow a room here, but..." sighed, "The guest room The bed is full of dust, the carpet probably hasn’t been washed for decades! And there is a nest of dead velvet under the sofa?! I didn’t know that the velvet would starve to death! Or, human beings Can you find wild cattails in your house?!"

"This guy who is a bit of a clean freak, so he basically went 'Ah!' here all night, and 'Hey!' over there, and didn't sleep all night." Camille said disgustedly, and took a basket for himself. Small meal bag, and put more than half of the minced meat pie on his plate.

"I'm not a clean freak! Which normal person can accept such a room!" Sylvia retorted angrily, and uncharacteristically took a whole pot of potato stew in front of her and started stuffing it into her mouth—usually In other words, Sylvia seldom eats heavy food like goulash.

After taking two big mouthfuls of goulash, Sylvia finally realized what she was eating, pushed the food away, and said with a broken face: "The Black family can't have house elves!! So where are the elves here? Already?!"

"Ah...you said Kreacher." Ron said, rubbing his nose. "There's an elf here, but he's crazy. I've never seen a house-elf like him."

Hermione frowned at Ron, "He's not crazy, Ron."

"His greatest ambition in life is to have his head cut off like his mother's and glued to the plaque on the landing on the second floor," said Ron impatiently. "Is that normal, Hermione?"

"Well...but, if he's a little weird, it's not his fault."

Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, and Sylvia frowned, "House elves are alchemy creatures created by wizards, Hermione, we really shouldn't be too harsh on them, but excessive love is also unnecessary, they When they were created, the core principle of "eternal allegiance" was already written into the alchemy souls. Serving their masters is their greatest source of happiness. If they are deprived of their right to serve their masters, they will soon fall into Self-destructive."

"But I saw an elf," said Harry, thinking of Dobby. "When I was in my second year, he came to tell me that it was dangerous to go back to school—that's why Ron and I didn't go to Hogwarts." express..."

"There will still be right and wrong. As long as they don't violate the point of 'loyalty to the master', they are actually free, and don't you realize that the magic of the elves is much stronger than the current wizards? The Slytherin family The butler Alger is actually the prototype of the house elf, the masterpiece of alchemy life that was first developed by mentor Salazar and Ms. Ravenclaw together."

Before everyone could marvel at the power of ancient magic, there was a bang in the foyer, followed by a sharp middle-aged woman's loud curses echoing in the old house, "Bastard! Bitch! Dirty and sinful!" Bastards! Bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestors' house..."

Mrs. Weasley, who was preparing other breakfasts, dropped the eggs that were still frying on the pan, and rushed out of the restaurant with Lupine in a hurry.

Tonks kept apologizing, and while she was apologizing, she panickedly tried to drag the umbrella tube made of the huge and cumbersome troll legs back to its original position.After several attempts, Mrs. Weasley gave up on drawing the drapery that seemed to be stuck over the portrait of the yelling, middle-aged woman.

Then Sirius burst out of the room, "Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up!" he roared, grabbing the drapery that Mrs. Weasley had just abandoned.

The middle-aged woman in the portrait suddenly turned pale.

"You! You!" She stared at Sirius with wide eyes and yelled sharply, "Prodigal son! Disgrace to the family! The evil seed I gave birth to!"

"I said so! Shut up! Mouth!" Sirius yelled, as if he was competing with the woman in the portrait to yell louder.Together with Lu Hu, he and Lu Hu worked hard, and finally closed the curtain again, and the screaming of the woman disappeared.

Sirius followed Mrs. Weasley and Lupine into the restaurant with a stern face, and saw Sylvia and Camille sitting at the dining table frowning with doubts on their faces, so Sirius said, "It seems You have already seen my mother."

"That's your mother? Mrs. Black?" Sylvia asked in disbelief. She came from a noble family in Slytherin College. She never thought that Mrs. Black would yell out some ugly words in such an uneducated manner.

"Yeah, my dear good mother," said Sirius with a sneer and sarcasm. "We've been trying to get her off for a month, but she seems to have put a permanent sticking charm on the back of the picture frame. Now only temporarily." Put up the veil and cover her up so she won't bark."

Sylvia couldn't say anything about other people's mothers. She continued the topic of house elves, "We just talked about the elf here. I heard that his name is Kreacher? Since there are elves here, why is this?" Is the house like this?"

"Kreacher!" Sirius yelled, and after a sound like firecrackers, a house-elf appeared in the living room. He looked very old, wrinkled all over, with two big bat-like ears growing There was a lot of white hair, and except for a dirty rag around his waist, he was almost naked.

Kreacher bowed deeply as soon as he saw Sirius, and his body was ridiculously low, his big nose like a pig's nose was crushed to the ground.

"Stand up," said Sirius impatiently, "tell me what you were doing before?"

"Kreacher is cleaning," said the elf, "Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life..."

"But the house is getting darker every day, it's so dirty!" Sirius said with disgust.

"Master always likes to make a little joke," Kreacher said, bowing again, and then muttered in a low voice, "Master is a nasty, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart... "

Sylvia and Camille stared at the elf in front of them with wide eyes. He didn't seem to know that he had completely expressed what was in his heart, and kept muttering, "The young master is not even worthy to polish the soles of his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, what would he say if he saw Kreacher serving the master, how the mistress hates him, what a disappointment he is..."

Sirius didn't pay any attention to Kreacher's muttering to himself, and said coldly, "Every time you come out to pretend to clean up, you sneak everything into your room and don't let us throw it away, right?"

"Kreacher will never take anything from its proper place in the master's house." The elf bowed to Sirius again, but his muttering sounded again, "If the tapestry is thrown away, the mistress will never No one will forgive Kreacher, the tapestry has been in this family for seven centuries, Kreacher must keep it, Kreacher will never let the young master, and those bastards and scum destroy the tapestry!"

"Excuse me, is Bellatrix's room still available?" Sylvia asked the elf unexpectedly.

The elf looked up at Sylvia, "Yes, it's still there, Kreacher cast a spell to protect Miss Bella's room." After finishing speaking, Kreacher murmured with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Kreacher shouldn't answer other people's questions. If so, who is this girl? Why did Kreacher tell the family secret?!"

"I am Sylvia Slytherin, heir to House Slytherin."

Kreacher's eyes widened, and his mouth was rare for a few seconds to be quiet. When everyone hadn't recovered, he suddenly knelt down on the ground with a 'plop', "Patriarch of the Slytherin family! Your safety! Please forgive me! Kreacher's previous faux pas! Kreacher will serve a proper breakfast for the most honored guest now!" After speaking, he disappeared immediately.

Sylvia is a distinguished guest? !Everyone who was eating breakfast stopped their hands and didn't react in a daze.

In the past few minutes, Kreacher reappeared in the dining room. The dirty rag around his waist turned into a white and clean tea towel embroidered with Blake's family crest. A large sterling silver tray, on which there are seven or eight dishes full of beautifully made and gorgeous breakfast, even breakfast tea is ready.The huge gap between the treatment that Sylvia received and the treatment that her actual master, Sirius, received was really astounding.