Two days later, when Dumbledore returned some peculiar items to Lys, he encountered her requesting to be discharged.
He asked Madam Pomfrey to keep Lys for a few more days of observation, arguing that he 'accidentally' saw the memory left in the Pensieve, "This child must be in great pain."
However, Lys refused.
"Professor Dumbledore, there's a line in an experimental note: 'The greatest arrogance is making a dictatorial judgment with a narrow perspective.'"
Lys touched the cool belly of Gabon. "You judge that I must be in great pain now, but so what? My existence has been painful since I can remember. I've been in pain for a long time, not just now."
"I guess that silver liquid is my memory, right? It was mentioned in the book 'The Peculiar Speculations on the Patronus Charm,' that memory visualization is like that. So, I won't disturb you, Professor. I've fallen behind on a book and fifteen drawings these days."
After politely saying goodbye, Lys left.
As for the Pensieve? Dumbledore said it was Hogwarts' legacy, a magical alchemical product related to memory.
As for the call of the true name, it might sound different to everyone, because in the second year, Madam Pince heard her own name, but was interrupted by a magical book and couldn't fulfill the Pensieve's wish.
Lys was not interested and didn't want it, due to Dumbledore's attitude.
However, considering the harm it caused, if she needed it, she hoped to have borrowing rights.
The headmaster gladly agreed, such harm, a reasonable request, only...
"Next time, I hope you can trust our faculty, right?" The white-bearded old man squinted his eyes.
The first thing Lys did after being discharged was to dive into the Forbidden Forest with Gabon, eating wildly. Gabon ate whatever it liked, whatever it wanted!
That night Gabon was too tired! Gabon is just a snake! Its brain is only walnut-sized, it doesn't recognize roads or people... When students found it, it was already exhausted, but no one knew what it was going to do.
In the end, it was Madam Pince who followed Gabon to find Lys.
After a day of madness, Lys found the book she planned to finish reading and started taking reading notes, holding the wand in her left hand to command the magical ball to play with Gabon, because she hadn't put the little white stone back beside Gabon, it still refused to sleep well, after all, she still didn't know what it was.
The magical ball was always caught, no way, the wound on the right hand, although temporarily not bleeding, wasn't healed, any movement could make it break again. Now it was shrinking in the protector hanging around her neck.
The magic in the left hand and the wand movements were both sluggish, Gabon could easily catch the magical ball, and eventually, Lys put down the book and started a competition with the increasingly excited Gabon.
Until the sunlight penetrated through the dark green lake water into the dormitory, there were already five filled magical bottles in front of Gabon.
Although Lys knew her left arm was not flexible, she didn't expect it to be so inflexible that she couldn't even win against Gabon, the big fat snake.
Blinking her dry eyes from staying up late, she put her right hand into the fixed protector, still stubbornly carrying Gabon on her shoulder.
Charms class, if she remembered correctly, Professor Flitwick was going to test this class.
Because the invisibility band was broken, and the right hand wasn't convenient to cast spells on herself, Lys's presence was once again exposed to the students.
They inquired around, who fought with Lys, who injured the Slytherin snake warrior.
To no avail, because the culprit was already in the headmaster's office cabinet—
A hidden legacy belonging to Hogwarts.
Lys raised her wand with her left hand, struggling under Gabon's ten-pound pressure to aim at the distant pear, casting five spells and missing three, hitting one but with improper magical control, exploding the pear into fragments.
For the little test specially made for the OWLs exam, Flitwick painfully covered his face. So far, only seven were excellent, and only a few could cast silent spells.
Torture, watching these kids cast spells, it's torture!
Lys tried to restore the implicated table apologetically but turned the table silver for the first time. Then Lys calmly left the classroom from the collapsing professor's sight, oh, poor, delicate-minded Professor Flitwick.
With her right hand injured, Lys couldn't do many things, so she could only read books in different places.
On the grass by the lake, Lys used a levitation charm to keep the book floating above her face, lying on the grass mocking the author's clumsy lies, then tossed the book aside.
Temporarily not wanting to go back, Lys awkwardly drew out her wand with her left hand, playing magical ball with Gabon, a bad thought arose, Lys controlled the magical ball to lead Gabon to pounce into a puddle.
Looking at Gabon rolling in the mud, Lys was about to laugh out loud but was interrupted by some reckless Gryffindors who came forward to provoke, disrupting her happy time.
Lys yawned without closing her eyes, looking at those boys under the rare sunlight, a bit familiar, wasn't this the boy whose nose she broke last winter with her bare hands?
Those girls weren't there, it seems they are quite obedient, after all, judging by these boys coming to her while she's injured, their character is indeed questionable.
"I'm injured in the arm, not in magic or mouth, don't you know that uncontrolled spells are more dangerous than normal spells?"
Waving her wand to summon Gabon to her side, she cast several armor spells, a cutting curse slashed on the grass in front of the boys.
"Oh dear, wasn't that off? No worries, the next one will surely hit you."
Ignoring the screaming boys, Lys used two obstacle spells, pushing them into the Black Lake.
"Wake up, come back when you can beat me!"
Standing up to clean the mud off Gabon, Lys struggled to carry it. Turning around, she saw Lily Evans standing behind the bushes.
"What, not going to condemn the future dark wizard for bullying your Gryffindor students?" Pulling at the corner of her mouth, Lys protected her right hand and was about to return to the castle.
"They were the ones at fault, I know. Is your arm okay? Was it... Potter who did it?"
Lys was about to laugh angrily, Potter? After all her efforts to increase her power, is this woman insulting someone here?
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