Chapter 234: The Concept of the Magic Scroll

Allen saw a flicker of doubt in Professor Dumbledore's eyes, which was precisely the point he himself could not understand. Wasn't Black hunting Harry? How could he give up such an easy opportunity and instead attack Ron?

You must remember that the four of them had no defense at all at that time.

Thinking of this, Allen suddenly remembered the look in the eyes of that large black dog as it left, a look that always gave him a strange feeling.

He wanted to mention this point, but quickly gave up, suspecting that his eyes had deceived him at the time.

At this moment, Hagrid suddenly stood up, looking infinitely furious, appearing as if he intended to tear Black apart with his bare hands.

He immediately took his leave, saying he would search the entire Forbidden Forest.

It sounded somewhat like words spoken in anger; the Forbidden Forest was not just that small area connected to Hogwarts. The Forbidden Forest could simultaneously house eight-eyed giant spiders, centaurs, unicorns, trolls, and werewolves; it absolutely could not be described as small.

"I see," Professor Dumbledore said softly, closing his eyes.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also wore expressions of shock.

"An Animagus is different from ordinary transfiguration; a wizard can retain their magical abilities and human thought processes," Professor McGonagall also spoke, appearing to have already believed what Harry and the others said.

"Then when did he become an Animagus? You must know that becoming an Animagus requires a great deal of time," Professor Flitwick squeaked.

"There is one person who can tell us the answer. Minerva, is Remus still in his office?" Dumbledore opened his eyes.

"He has been there the whole time; he has not had it easy these past few days," Professor McGonagall said vaguely.

Hermione squeaked, "Professor Dumbledore? You know Professor Lupin is, is a—"

"Yes, I know," Dumbledore said, his tone implying that enough had been said. "Remus has been in his office these past few days, dealing with some old ailments. He has no energy to attend to other matters, but I need to speak with him in depth; he might provide information we do not know."

Professor Dumbledore stood up, his gaze falling from the bridge of Harry's nose onto Harry himself. "For the time being, I want you to stay in the castle and not go out."

The professors left. Harry and the other four exchanged glances and were just about to speak when Madame Pomfrey entered. He reapplied a layer of white ointment to Ron's wound, causing Ron to grimace in pain, but soon he felt less pain, and the wound began to itch.

"This child needs to recover; do not stay too long," Madame Pomfrey warned.

Then she pursed her lips and said sternly, "Why do you always make yourselves so wretched?"

Allen said gloomily, "I actually want to know the answer to that question too."

The ward fell silent, save for Ron's intermittent gasps. His wound was both painful and itchy, as if the entire healing process had accelerated more than tenfold.

Harry, Allen, and Hermione stayed a while longer, continuing to discuss the day's events, but they drew no conclusions.

After returning to the dormitory, Allen immediately took out his diary, extracted his memories of the day, and threw them into the Mind Palace to watch repeatedly.

After repeated confirmation, Allen reached a startling conclusion: Black's target was very clear; it was Ron.

But Ron shouldn't be the target. When Black was imprisoned, Ron was only an infant.

Could the Weasley family have a grudge against Black? Another somewhat absurd idea popped into Allen's mind.

He thought about it for a long time. He did not know why he kept recalling that feeling of being watched upon arriving at Hogwarts tonight, and the image of Scabbers burrowing into Ron's chest.

He felt something was wrong, but he always felt he was missing some key information; this puzzle could not be put together.

After thinking for a long time with no result,

he simply stopped wasting his energy on it.

However, today's incident still served as a warning bell for him. Recently, the comfortable life at Scamander Manor had made him somewhat lax; he had even stopped practicing Memory Magic.

Furthermore, his friends were still too weak. From what he saw now, Black was still very cunning, always launching surprise attacks at unexpected times and places.

Although Black's current target did not seem to be Harry, Ron was his friend too.

However, judging from today, Black's power did not seem very strong. With his current strength, defeating him would not be difficult, but he was still in the shadows, and Allen could not stay by his friends' side every day.

After all, his talent had just upgraded, and there was a huge pile of things he needed to research. He definitely had no time to stay by his friends' side acting as a bodyguard, but since Black was so cunning, he was still very worried about his friends' safety.

Especially Harry. The Savior could not be killed by a mere minion like that; Harry still needed to deal with Voldemort, who held a deep grudge against him.

But how to guarantee his friends' safety?

Allen felt he should find a way to improve their strength and self-defense capabilities; he had already had ideas about this point.

For his best friends, he actually did not mind teaching them his modified Transfiguration spells, which were his core combat ability, but his modified Transfiguration spells were not that easy to learn.

First, a certain foundation in Memory Magic was required. The difficulty of Memory Magic needed no elaboration; after studying it for so long, he only dared to say he had just entered the threshold. Harry and Ron needed no mention; if they were to lay a certain foundation in Memory Magic, it would probably take several years. By then, it would be too late. Moreover, Memory Magic carried certain dangers; if a magical accident occurred by accident, Voldemort would wake up laughing in his dreams.

Hermione was quite suitable for learning Memory Magic, but she had too many courses now and felt she could not find any time to study.

Then, to truly master Allen's modified Transfiguration spells, one also needed one's own Mind Palace, because the parameters of the modified spells were simply too numerous, and the memory cells of the human brain were unstable; one would quickly forget some parameters, requiring a stable Mind Palace to memorize these parameters.

This was even harder; establishing a Mind Palace in the brain was something Allen himself had no clue about yet.

He could also share the Mind Palace in the diary with his friends, but that would mean queuing up every morning to use the diary to memorize parameters; just imagining that scene was painful.

So he could teach them Memory Magic, but he felt this method would be difficult to take effect in the short term.

Besides this method, an idea he had been pondering for several months surfaced in his mind—could he seal his modified Transfiguration spells into a magic scroll?

Yes, Allen wanted to create a magic scroll in the Harry Potter world with no usage restrictions...

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