Wade didn't consider himself forgetful; on the contrary, his memory was much better than in his previous life, and better than most of his classmates.
Barty Crouch Jr.'s assistance in Voldemort's resurrection was hardly an insignificant matter; it was far more important than any Magic Golem or invitation.
So why did he keep forgetting his purpose?
Wade held the newspaper, about to leave, when he suddenly stopped, turning to look at the girl on the sofa, who always seemed a little dazed.
"Luna, do me a favor," Wade said.
"Okay!" Luna put her bookmark in her book, then closed it and put it back on the common room bookshelf. She asked, "What do you need me to do?"
"Come with me to the Headmaster's Office. When we see Dumbledore, remind me to give him the newspaper from my pocket."
Wade spoke slowly, worried that before he finished, he'd veer off onto an irrelevant topic.
Faced with such a strange request, Luna just stared at Wade for a moment with her light-colored eyes, then said, "Got it."
The girl put on her coat and walked out of the common room with Wade. On the way, she mumbled, "Are you being bothered by Morpheus?"
"Morpheus?"
"It eats human memories, but usually only the painful ones. You must have run into a greedy one."
Luna said earnestly, "If you read The Quibbler more often, you'd know how to drive Morpheus away. I remember a very simple Spell."
She tilted her head, frowning as she tried to recall a Spell that might or might not exist.
"The Quibbler?" Wade chuckled. "I do actually want to subscribe to it."
"Really?" Luna asked happily. "Then when I get back, I'll write down the subscription address and payment method for you!"
"Alright, thanks."
Wade wasn't really looking for the supposed Spell to deal with Morpheus; he just thought The Quibbler was like magazines such as Unsolved Mysteries or Science Fiction, great for passing the time.
As they spoke, the two had already reached the third floor, where a corridor led to the main building and the tower containing the Headmaster's Office.
They ran into Theo and Leitch, who happily waved and said, "Wade, let's go to the Great Hall for dinner!"
Wade checked the time and, seeing it was about right, readily agreed, "Sure!"
Luna watched in astonishment as Wade walked towards his friends, then suddenly reached out and tugged his robe from behind.
"Luna?" Wade asked, turning back in confusion.
"Headmaster's Office," Luna asked, "—are we not going?"
"Why would we go there... oh!"
Wade suddenly understood. He bid farewell to Theo and walked towards the Headmaster's Office tower with Luna, apologizing, "Sorry, I almost forgot about that."
"It's nothing," Luna said.
"Hmm, do you mind if I ask?" Wade said. "What do you need Dumbledore for?"
Luna's eyes widened as she stared at him, saying nothing, just letting out a deep sigh.
Wade was puzzled: "What's wrong? Is it serious?"
"Too serious..." Luna murmured. "I'll find that magazine for you when I get back..."
"For me?"
Wade didn't quite understand, but he knew Luna was always a bit eccentric, so he didn't press her, just pondered it to himself.
Magazine... Morpheus... eating memories...
Wait, didn't I invite Luna to the Headmaster's Office in the first place?
Why was I going to the Headmaster's Office again?
Wade frowned, thinking hard.
...
"Peppermint drops!"
The stone gargoyle reluctantly hopped aside.
The spiral staircase ascended automatically.
"Knock, knock, knock." Luna rapped on the knocker a few times.
"Come in," Dumbledore said, and the door silently opened.
Seeing Wade enter his office for the third time, he immediately realized the problem and hurried over, asking with a serious expression, "What happened?"
"Actually, it's nothing major, but I think it's very important for the future of the school, and even the Wizarding World."
Wade walked in, naturally pulled out a chair, and sat down, motioning for Luna to sit as well. Then he said, "Professor, I've always believed that the school lacks a course to cultivate students' thoughts, morals, or rather, values."
"Students' growth isn't just about knowledge; it's more about how to use the power of knowledge, and what to use it for."
He glanced at Luna beside him, nodded inwardly, and continued:
"The vicious competition between houses, bullying among students, bloodline discrimination, and the prejudice and injustice of certain professors—these things don't make students better people. They only exacerbate conflicts, causing division and even hatred."
Dumbledore nodded slightly: "The problems you mentioned certainly exist, but eliminating discrimination and hatred is destined to be a long process. In fact, the maze activity was a good attempt, but such changes are not easily noticeable."
"So, I think the school should be more proactive in changing certain things."
Wade said, "For example, professors should tell students what behavior is right and what is foolish and wrong. We could also hold spiritual sharing sessions or similar events, allowing everyone to communicate their thoughts more directly."
"Why not?" Dumbledore looked at Wade with a smile, saying with satisfaction, "Perhaps starting next semester, we can hold similar events... I happen to have a very good reason."
He blinked, a mysterious smile on his face.
Wade guessed he was referring to the Triwizard Tournament, so he didn't press the matter. He stood up and said, "Then I'll refine my ideas when I get back... All of this was thought up on the spot. If we're really going to do it, I think it will require a more comprehensive plan."
"Of course, I believe that when you return to school in September, you will surely give me a pleasant surprise. Whether or not it succeeds, I am proud of your effort and foresight. But Wade—"
Dumbledore gazed deeply at him, saying gently, "You came to see me, surely not just for this impromptu suggestion?"
"There must be some other reason that brings you here again and again, wanting to tell me... Think carefully, what is it you truly want to tell me?"
Wade: "..."
He was stunned, feeling that something was amiss, and frowned in thought.
Different scenes flashed through his mind: They walked down the corridor... talked to Theo and Leitch... the aroma of food from the Great Hall... Morpheus... Ravenclaw Tower... Luna looking up and saying, "What do you need me to do?"... He pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket...
At this point, Wade suddenly noticed that Dumbledore's gaze was unusual... somewhat cautious... as if Wade were a patient with a hidden illness, which made Wade inexplicably angry.
Just as he was about to speak, his school robes rustled—Luna reached into Wade's pocket, pulled out a newspaper, and handed it to Dumbledore.
"He wanted to show you this newspaper," Luna said in a wispy, sad voice. "Please don't blame Wade; he's been plagued by memory-devouring monsters, which is why he keeps losing his memory."
Dumbledore took it and found it was a report from many years ago. He pushed up his glasses and bent his head, reading it carefully.
Wade looked at the newspaper, his eyes a mix of confusion and sudden realization.
Luna looked at him with pity, comforting him, "Wade, if your brain is broken and you're not as smart as before, don't be sad—there's a reason for everything fate arranges for us."
Wade said helplessly, "Thank you, Luna. But I don't think there's anything wrong with my brain; I think I've been hit by some strange magic."
He walked over to Dumbledore, his eyes fixed on the face in the newspaper. Wade found that only by doing this could he avoid suddenly losing memories related to that person.
"This is what I wanted to tell you, Professor Dumbledore," Wade said solemnly. "During my Divination Class exam, I saw this person in the crystal ball—Barty Crouch Jr."
"Is that so?" Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Miss Lovegood, dinner should have started already. You should go to the Great Hall to eat. Oh, tonight's roasted lamb chops are tender and juicy; don't miss them."
"Okay." Luna looked at the two of them, then stood up and left the Headmaster's Office.
Only then did Dumbledore ask, "Wade, what did you see him doing?"
"He was holding a baby with a snake-like face and glowing red eyes," Wade said truthfully. "When I saw that baby, I just felt that he was... he was..."
"Voldemort."
When Wade suddenly faltered, Dumbledore picked up the thread, speaking the name they had both already connected.
Then, Dumbledore touched his throat, then his head, and said slowly, "It is rather peculiar."
"What's peculiar, Professor?" Wade asked.
Then, he saw Dumbledore lightly wave his wand in small arcs, as if conducting music, and speak a long Spell in an unfamiliar language. Suddenly, thin, wispy golden lights, like mist, emerged in the room.
After a while, the golden threads that had appeared almost filled the entire space. They suddenly drew inward, and Wade instinctively took a step back, but the dense golden threads had already wrapped around him and then suddenly vanished.
Similarly, some golden threads vanished from Dumbledore, momentarily making his beard appear golden.
Then, Wade felt as if a layer of mist had been wiped away from his mind. He instantly recalled all the information about Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr., and also remembered his own muddled behavior, as if he had drunk fake wine.
At the same time, he also remembered what Professor Murray had said—
"Legend has it that some magical items can even influence the minds of people worldwide."
"Has my mind been influenced, Professor?" Wade asked. "Has someone silently cast a curse on me?"
"I don't think he specifically targeted you, Wade," Dumbledore said. "Because even I have been affected somewhat. And I am confident that it's impossible for someone to cast a curse on me face-to-face without me noticing."
Wade asked, "So this is..."
"This must be a Spell targeting the entire world, or at least all of Britain—an Notice-Me-Not Charm."
Dumbledore said, "Voldemort doesn't want anyone to discover that he's trying to resurrect himself, so he cast a very powerful and widespread Spell—the more intently you think about things related to him, the faster the memory is forgotten, and it can even interfere with unrelated thoughts."
"No wonder my memory seemed to get worse and worse before, and I even forgot that I was the one who wanted to see you, not Luna..." Wade murmured. "But... is such a Spell really possible?"
"Voldemort is probably the best at curses in the world. But... of course, he couldn't achieve this level merely by himself, even after resurrection."
Dumbledore said easily, "I think he must have used some dangerous artifacts... Just recently, I received news that the Brain Room in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries was broken into..."
Wade looked at Dumbledore's expression and said, "Professor, you don't seem worried at all. Do you have a way to completely lift this Spell?"
"If it's just to shield a few individuals from its effects, yes, I can," Dumbledore said. "But to completely lift this Spell, it would be difficult unless the caster himself is killed."
Just as Wade was feeling concerned, he heard Dumbledore let out a soft laugh and say, "Besides, why would we want to lift it?"
Wade: "Professor?"
"Think carefully, Wade." Dumbledore looked at him encouragingly and said, "This Spell isn't so terrible, actually. It's a double-edged sword, and the other edge is pointed right at Voldemort himself."
Wade left the Headmaster's Office with a puzzled expression. As he walked down the corridor and saw students walking together, chatting and laughing, he suddenly understood Dumbledore's meaning.
A terrifying enemy lurked in the shadows, and everyone had collectively forgotten his threat, giving him ample time to develop. This was indeed unsettling.
However, correspondingly, this indiscriminate Spell probably couldn't precisely bypass certain people, such as—the Death Eaters.
Voldemort was a man consumed by ambition and a lust for power. From his school days, he gathered a following, and even after becoming the Dark Lord, and even after his resurrection, he always had a large number of devotees.
Even though many of them were traitors, cowards, thugs, and psychopaths, and Voldemort neither cared about nor trusted these followers, he still continuously recruited wizards to join the Death Eaters, controlling them through harsh methods to achieve his goal of transcending death and controlling the Wizarding World.
But what if… what if, when a resurrected Voldemort confidently summoned his subordinates, the Death Eaters completely forgot their "master" due to the effects of a Spell?
If he still tried to gather dangerous creatures like Werewolves, Giants, Dementors, and Acromantulas, just like in the original storyline, would they still be convinced and follow him?
After understanding why Dumbledore was laughing, Wade now felt a little like laughing himself.
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