In the following days, Lys almost thought there was something wrong with her invisibility headband. Otherwise, how could anyone stop her and ask for her opinion on the Dark Lord's followers massacring a Muggle village yesterday?
How do I see it? Read the newspaper! If you're so outraged, why didn't you stop it yourself?
And the evil Slytherins—how many evil people have you actually met? Throw you into Knockturn Alley for a day, and you'll definitely think your current classmates are kind, innocent, and adorable!
"Don't waste my time; get lost!"
After two such encounters, Lys finally lost her patience. She said to the well-meaning Gryffindor in front of her, "Just because I have power, does that mean I have to serve your will? If you need power so much, why don't you improve yourself?"
"Now let me tell you all! I don't oppose purposeful, valuable killings, but the deaths of those Muggles weren't predestined. It was merely a warning to Dumbledore's faction! If what's inside your skull hasn't shriveled, and you want to make people uncomfortable or pity their misfortune, shouldn't you be having this conversation with Dumbledore?"
After this, Lys checked her headband again, made a few adjustments, and added a top-level concealment charm that almost drained her. This finally stopped those strange people from disturbing her experiments and reading.
For this, she sacrificed her only successful crystal of compressed magic, embedded in the black headband, as ordinary materials couldn't bear such a powerful effect.
After all, to find the headband after taking it off, it needed to be made with magic material of the same origin as herself.
Lys still felt a bit heartbroken. To compress a successful magic crystal, she had been blasted and injured several times, with several patches of her hair singed.
To summarize a pattern for making magic crystals, Lys delved into the Restricted Section to find the book "Alchemy of Dreams."
"Starlis Black," holding a bird claw that allowed night vision, Lys stood in the corner of the Restricted Section and heard the sighing moan and call again.
This voice, which she had been hearing since her first year at the library, appeared once more.
"Starlis Ram Black."
This was serious.
A wizard's true name holds magical power, and this time the voice called out her middle name as well. Lys was somewhat curious about what was calling her.
If possible, she wanted to eliminate the threat early.
But before Lys could find the source of the voice, she heard a somewhat chaotic set of footsteps approaching, "The map showed Wormtail was just here, why did the name disappear again?"
"Oh Wormtail, stop squeezing me, Forks try adding more magic output!"
"No way, it's just a piece of parchment. It can't withstand such strong magic and will break. What a pity, I wanted to call the night patrol to catch Wormtail, tsk..."
Lys squatted ungracefully on top of a bookshelf, using a spell to lift herself up, peering down at the seemingly empty but voice-emitting spot.
Invisibility cloak, perhaps? And a high-quality one.
No traces, no flaws, as if nothing was there at all. This wasn't the kind of invisibility cloak made from Demiguise hair, as such cloaks often had weaving issues, and the magic effect of the hair would gradually fade after the creature's death.
Lys wasn't particularly interested in invisibility cloaks, but what kind of parchment could show her name?
She aimed for a fluttering robe corner and used her magic to grab hold of something.
"Oh! Wormtail, can't you stop being so stupid?" Potter, the dimwit, and Peter Pettigrew were exposed from under the invisibility cloak.
"It wasn't me, really!" Peter hurriedly explained, but no one believed him.
Taking this opportunity, Lys saw a large piece of parchment in Potter's hand, depicting what seemed to be a map of Hogwarts? It was folded, making it hard to discern, but that seemed to be the case.
"Starlis Ram Black~"
The strange voice came again, and Lys turned her head abruptly, almost losing her balance and falling off the bookshelf.
"Wormtail, if you keep this up, we won't bring you next time, seriously."
"Look, look, it appeared again. No, the name's almost overlapping with us, where exactly is it?"
The three below hurriedly covered themselves with the invisibility cloak again. Lys steadied herself and glanced at the spot where they disappeared, confirming that she was the only one who could hear the voice.
In the wizarding world, hearing voices others couldn't wasn't a good omen. Adding another silencing charm on herself, Lys remained motionless on the bookshelf.
The parchment in Potter's hand could display her name, clearly a very powerful tracking spell, but "Hogwarts: A History" mentioned that this ancient school had strong defenses. The students and staff would unknowingly sign a contract with the school and headmaster to ensure everyone's safety and privacy.
But this parchment... could it be that the castle had developed consciousness? Not realistic, as one important factor in nurturing consciousness is...
"Starlis Ram Black~"
Enough already! It kept calling! What on earth was it? Lys frowned, scanning the entire Restricted Section from above, suddenly noticing an odd bookshelf.
When she and Madam Pince cleaned here, the bookshelves were symmetrical.
But now, there was an extra empty bookshelf by the window.
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