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In truth, Vison had been secretly keeping an eye on Quirrell's condition.
For Vison, the sooner Quirrell—and the Dark Lord Voldemort hiding behind his head—were dealt with, the sooner he could feel at ease.
But no matter what, even this weakened version of Lord Voldemort couldn't be underestimated.
Moreover, even if Vison eliminated Quirrell and Voldemort right now, it wouldn't solve the fundamental problem.
After all, Voldemort's Horcruxes still existed—those troublesome fragments of his soul scattered across the wizarding world.
From Vison's current understanding, there was only one real solution: find and destroy every Horcrux.
Unfortunately, his memory of this part was vague.
Vison could only recall fragments: a few of Voldemort's Horcruxes and some vague clues about where they might be hidden.
Worse still, he knew that Harry Potter himself was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
If events followed the original plot, Harry would eventually defeat Voldemort.
But Vison remembered the ending wasn't as perfect as people liked to believe.
He didn't like that kind of bittersweet finale.
Besides, with Vison now acting as a variable, the course of the story would likely shift in unpredictable ways.
Thinking about all this, Vison felt another headache coming on.
…
That Saturday in his office, Vison shut the notebook he'd been reading and placed it carefully on the table.
He let out a slow, heavy sigh.
The notebook's cover was blank—no title, no labels—just a pattern of intertwined chains.
But if you looked closely, you'd notice the chains weren't static; they shifted ever so slightly, as if alive.
Vison raised his wand and tapped the cover lightly.
Instantly, the chains twisted, writhed, and transformed into solid iron links.
They wrapped tightly around the notebook layer by layer, sealing it shut.
This was no ordinary spell—it was a complex enchantment, combining multiple charms: Anti-Theft, Concealment, Confusion, and Vison's signature Full Body-Bind Curse.
Even for Vison, it would take at least thirty minutes to fully undo the seal.
He was confident that even Dumbledore would have to make a real effort to break through it.
But of course, Vison would never dare let this notebook fall into Dumbledore's hands—or anyone else's, for that matter.
Because inside lay his biggest secret: every plot point and event from the Harry Potter story that he could recall.
Memory—Vison knew—was a fragile and unreliable thing.
It had taken him tremendous effort to sort through the scattered recollections in his mind.
To help himself, he'd written down everything he could remember in this enchanted notebook.
Whenever he needed to verify a detail, he could consult his notes and clear his thoughts.
After reinforcing the seal again, Vison tucked the notebook securely back on his person.
Important things, after all, are safest when carried with you.
…
With that task done, Vison decided to pay a visit to the Hufflepuff common room.
He hadn't returned there since coming back to Hogwarts.
Besides, the Fat Friar had personally sent him an invitation that morning.
"I want to give a good lecture to the students about how I was executed by the Church!"
That's what the Friar had said, asking Vison to attend as well.
Of course, Vison didn't think that story needed to be broadcast to the students.
He'd heard it more times than he could count—and doubted anyone but the first-years would be interested.
…
Outside the Hufflepuff common room, Vison paused.
It was simple to enter: knock on a specific barrel in the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff."
But if you got it wrong, you'd be drenched in vinegar.
Vison remembered knocking it wrong many times back in his first year.
But he was always quick on his feet—dodging the vinegar and cleaning up the mess with a swift Scourgify.
Just as he raised his hand to knock carefully this time, the door opened from within.
A fourth-year student stepped out at that moment.
Vison recognized him as one of the students in his Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Ah, Professor Vison, are you going in?" the student asked.
"Yes, thank you, Mr...." Vison replied, nodding and slipping through the open door before the boy finished speaking.
Well, best to avoid that nasty vinegar smell altogether.
The Hufflepuff common room looked much as Vison remembered: cozy and earthy, nothing extravagant.
The only noticeable change was the increased number of flower pots—Professor Sprout must have been adding her plants here regularly.
Vison stepped further in, scanning the familiar space.
There weren't many students around, just small groups chatting quietly.
He had just come to a stop when—
"Professor Vison!"
Someone called out.
In an instant, every student in the room turned to look at him.
Vison blinked, momentarily disoriented by the sudden attention.
He forced a smile and greeted them, "Good morning, everyone."
But the students quickly gathered around him, voices overlapping in excitement.
"Professor Vison, you're finally here!"
"Professor Vison, did you really do it?"
"Is that photo real?"
Vison felt completely lost.
Do what? What photo? He hadn't heard of any such thing.
Luckily, a sharp student noticed his confusion and stepped forward, handing him a picture.
Vison took the photo—and froze.
It was a moving magical photo.
And its subject was...him.
In the image, he stood stern-faced beside the stone wall of Hogwarts Castle.
Behind him was a crowd—clearly Slytherin students, judging by their robes.
The meaning of the photo was obvious.
It captured an event from his own fifth year.
Even more absurd, there was a glowing arrow in the photo, marking his position with cheerful text:
Eldrein Vison, Hufflepuff Fifth Grade, In Memory. (smiley face)
"..."
Vison stood in silence for a long moment, staring at the photo.
Finally, he asked in a careful tone, "Can someone tell me—who found this photo?"
The students glanced at each other, unsure.
At last, one boy scratched his head and said, "Uh… no one really knows, Professor. They say a senior found it in a utility room last term."
"Utility room?" Vison's brows lifted.
"Yeah! Third floor of the West Tower, sir," the boy replied, clearly excited.
"So this photo's real, right? You really did that? That's so cool, Professor!"
Vison stared at the animated photo again, his mind spinning.
Now he finally understood why so many students had been acting like they already knew him when the term started.
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