Chapter 142 I want to go back to my hometown
Ever since the 'Heir Incident' was perfectly resolved, the weather has been warming up rapidly.
The snow surrounding Hogwarts decreased every day, and by June, the entire Hogwarts had returned to its vibrant appearance.
After months of careful treatment by Madam Pomfrey, Harry had recovered.
As soon as he was allowed to leave the hospital, he hurriedly found John and wanted to express his apology to John.
However, his arrival was somewhat unlucky.
Because this day happened to be the day when Snape had made all the mandrake restoration potions to relieve everyone's petrification.
As soon as he found John, he saw that a large number of Slytherins who had recovered from the petrified state had surrounded John, chasing him and asking how John defeated the heir Harry Potter.
Draco was even more arrogant.
Due to his ability to make money, he recovered earlier than others in Hogwarts and understood the whole story early.
Right now, he was standing on a carved soft chair and loudly telling people about the information he had collected during this period. He looked even more majestic than John.
And he also saw Harry for the first time.
"Aha! Scarhead, you, the fake heir of Slytherin, still dare to appear in front of us. Do you want to be beaten again?"
Draco jumped down from the flower-carved soft chair as he spoke, rubbing his hands, looking a little eager to try.
Hearing this, all the Slytherins around him cast unkind glances at him.
A few had even begun to approach Harry.
This left Harry at a loss.
Fortunately, John stood up.
He waved his hand gently, and all the Slytherins dispersed.
This scene made Harry dumbfounded.
He never thought that John would have such high prestige in Slytherin.
You must know that even the prefect Percy would not be able to make so many Gryffindors disperse with a wave of his hand.
At least George and Fred would definitely jump out at Percy.
But Harry quickly responded with a wry smile.
The reason why John has such high prestige in Slytherin is obviously because of him.
At this time, John had already walked closer and asked with a smile:
"Harry, congratulations on your recovery and discharge."
"Ah John! I have to apologize to you, and to the other people I hurt... yes! I really..."
Harry suddenly got stuck mid-sentence.
It made him look very embarrassed.
He didn't know what was going on with him either.
He had clearly memorized the entire apology when he was in the hospital bed, but when he actually faced John, all the words that were almost etched in his mind became confusing.
But at this moment, John's hand slapped him heavily on the shoulder.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" John said with a smile, "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault. Everyone in Hogwarts knows that you were just controlled by that diary. .”
Hearing this, Harry's eyes turned a little red, and there was a sourness in his nose.
Draco frowned at this scene and deliberately shouted:
"John! It's time for us to go to the auditorium for the year-end dinner!"
John nodded and said:
"That's right, Harry, it's time for you to go to the Great Hall."
Harry heard the meaning of John's words, frowned and said in confusion:
"John, won't you come along?"
"I have a more important thing to solve. After I finish solving it, I will go to the auditorium."
John said softly, waved to Harry, Draco and the others, then turned and walked towards the foyer.
He walked along the stairs to the third floor and knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office.
"Please come in!"
Following Lockhart's voice, John opened the door and walked in.
Compared with last time, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office was much quieter now.
The portraits of Lockhart and the mountains of fan letters have all been put away, and all the fancy clothes on the coat rack have disappeared, replaced by two large suitcases.
"Professor Lockhart, are you leaving now?"
John asked softly.
Hearing this, Lockhart, who was stuffing the last two bottles of Firewhiskey into the box in the corner, turned his head to the side, squeezed out a stiff smile and said:
"Yes, I have already submitted my resignation to Professor Dumbledore. I think he will notify you soon."
John nodded and said:
"I sincerely wish you all the best and that your new work will sell well."
As soon as he said this, the smile on Lockhart's face became even brighter.
"Thank you, John. To be honest, life as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is not easy. Thanks to fans like you, otherwise I might not be able to survive."
He directly stuffed the two bottles of Firewhiskey that couldn't fit into the box into John's arms, "I know children of your age like to be exposed to these, hide them quickly, don't let anyone find out!"
After saying that, he gave John an 'I understand' look.
John did not refuse and said after putting away the whiskey:
"Professor Lockhart, I heard that you diagnosed my illness and gave me the treatment plan?"
"This is just a piece of cake for me, John, no big deal!" Lockhart looked very proud, "So John, you came here specifically to thank me?"
John nodded, shook his head and said:
"Of course! But besides that, I also want to ask you a question."
"You said."
"How can I recover my memories that were erased by [Forgotten]?"
As John spoke, his eyes were fixed on Lockhart.
This made Lockhart a little uncomfortable.
Because John's eyes looked so much like Snape's.
They are all extremely oppressive and devoid of any emotion.
Lockhart was silent for a moment, then slowly said:
"John, first of all, you must understand that [Forget All] has no counter-spell. This means that generally speaking, people's memories erased by [Forget All] can never be restored."
"But there are exceptions, right?" John said lightly.
"Indeed," Lockhart said, "As far as I know, if you want to restore your memory, you must experience some of the things that have been erased from your memory.
Let’s use an analogy.
You were stabbed by me last week. In order to prevent you from reporting the crime, I used [Forget It] to erase your memory of the stabbing.
If you are healed now, I will give you another blow.
Then it is possible that your memory that was erased by me can be restored.
Of course, this only applies to things that are very stimulating and leave a deep memory on you.
If all you are eliminated is a trivial matter like 'eating chicken drumsticks for lunch', then no matter how much chicken drumsticks you eat in the future, it is impossible to recover your memory. "
John lowered his head thoughtfully.
Lockhart sighed upon seeing this:
"John, you are a decisive person, and I know that if you make up your mind, no one can stop you.
But I must remind you that this method will not necessarily restore your memory, and if the stimulation is too great, you may become a fool. "
John continued to remain silent, and Lockhart offered no further persuasion.
The two of them sat quietly in the office.
It wasn't until the sky turned completely dark that John finally got up to say goodbye and left the office.
The year-end dinner in the auditorium is now over.
As soon as John reached the foyer, he was blocked by Draco.
"We won! John! We once again defended the Academy Cup! This is all due to you! Senior Sister Taylor and the others are so happy that they are preparing to have another celebration party in the lounge! Not only that, Dumbledore Lido also awarded you the "Special Contribution to the School Award". The medal with your name engraved on it has been sent to the prize showroom! You really should have been there, that scene was really... Whoosh——"
Draco was so excited that he couldn't breathe, but he still kept talking.
It wasn't until the two of them approached the Slytherin common room that Draco's mood eased a little and he asked again:
"John, can you still come to my house for summer vacation this year? My mother said that she must thank you very much!"
Facing Draco's expectant gaze, John slowly shook his head and said:
"Sorry Draco, I have to go back to my hometown."