Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 128 Ron Gets an Awakening! Eckeris's Midnight Scheme!

Ron was stunned by Hermione's words, and recalling the beautiful scene he saw in the Magic Mirror, a strong sense of defiance welled up in his heart.

Yeah! I haven't even tried, how do I know it won't work?

Professor Flitwick even praised me as a genius!

I can summon a bison, so what's wrong with being the student council president and Quidditch captain?

I've never heard of the current student council president and Quidditch captain being able to summon bison inside Hogwarts Castle!

I was able to do something they couldn't, which means I'm better than them!

Perhaps what's reflected in this mirror isn't an illusion, but rather a true vision of the future?

Ron was channeling Sherlock Holmes at this moment, his logic was off the charts, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. He had completely won himself over, and his whole body was filled with power.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I will succeed! I will make my family cheer for me!"

"Shut up! Do you want to attract Filch's attention?"

Hermione was surprised by Ron's recklessness and grabbed him, running outside and quickly leaving the abandoned classroom where the Mirror of Erised was located.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you say Filch would deliberately let us go?"

As Ron ran through the empty corridors of the castle, seemingly with a different mind, he asked Hermione, who was pulling him along.

“That’s just my guess! Who can guarantee that Filch isn’t really getting old and senile?!” Hermione replied quickly without turning her head.

After answering, she suddenly realized something was wrong, slowed down her running speed, turned her head and asked, "Didn't you say you didn't think what I said was right before?"

"I think you're right now!"

Ron has finally figured it out; his spirits have noticeably changed. "By the way, how did you know that the vision I saw in the mirror was of him as student council president and Quidditch captain?"

“You said it yourself!” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"I didn't say anything else, did I?" Ron asked, a little guilty.

No... Shh!

Hermione didn't detect the guilt in Ron's tone and answered his question casually.

But his eyes caught sight of a figure walking slowly on the moving staircase in the distance. He quickly signaled Ron to be quiet, then slowed down, changed direction, and moved closer to the figure, trying to find out who it was.

As they got closer, by the dim light of the corridor wall lamps, Ron and Hermione were able to identify each other.

It was none other than Professor Ecclesia, who had been seriously injured while trespassing into the Forbidden Forest and had fought off a herd of unicorns for love.

"I thought it was one of the other students out for a night stroll, but it turned out to be Professor Ecclesia!"

Ron, unable to contain his excitement, whispered gossip, "Judging from the direction she went, she should be heading back to the school hospital on the second floor. To be so badly injured and still insist on going out for a walk, could it be that she was just going to meet Snape late at night?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Professor Eckeris might be doing rehabilitation exercises, or she might be going back to her office to find something!"

Hermione felt that Ron's statement was somewhat disrespectful and unlikely, so she offered her own reasonable guess.

But no matter who guessed correctly, they were unable to track and verify it, because Professor Eckeris had already approached the entrance of the school hospital, pausing every few steps and looking extremely weak.

It was clear that Professor Ecclesia's nighttime stroll was over.

Ron and Hermione's night out should be coming to an end soon.

“Let’s go! There’s no more excitement to be seen!” Ron said.

Hermione nodded: "It's late. If we don't go back to sleep soon, we'll definitely be too tired for Potions class tomorrow morning!"

The two reached a consensus, determined their current location, and jogged back to the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor before returning to their respective dormitories.

Little did they know, one of Hermione's guesses was actually correct.

Eckeris really did go back to her office to get something.

Eckeris struggled with the decision all day, but ultimately, despite her illness, she took the risk and returned to her office late at night.

She first carefully checked the office furnishings and found that they were the same as before, which made her slightly relieved, but not completely relaxed, because she knew about the 'restor to normal' magic bug.

Only after opening the hidden compartment of his suitcase, taking out the intact memory bottle, and carefully examining it to find no problems did he feel much relieved.

Erkris repeated the operation she had done many times before, carefully putting the memories from the memory bottle back into her mind, and learned the complete task information that Voldemort's main soul had assigned to her.

"What should I do? Tomorrow night is the deadline! I definitely won't be able to get the unicorn blood! Am I just going to let that ugly Voldemort parasitize my beautiful body?"

After understanding the consequences of mission failure, Eckeris became even more conflicted and helpless.

She sat slumped in her office for over an hour, finally coming up with a solution that was hardly a solution.

She decided to forge it!

Having already witnessed the color and liquid state of unicorn blood, and with the potion-making skills she had learned at the Ivermoni Magic School, creating a similar-looking fake wouldn't be too difficult.

Moreover, she had an even bolder idea: to prevent Voldemort from seeking revenge for not absorbing life force from the fake, she decided to use a special potion as the base for modifying the fake.

If this potion works, it's uncertain who will be whose master in the future!

Let's take a gamble! From pheasant to phoenix!

Eccles made a silent decision and extracted some of her memories again.

This time, she did not completely extract the memories related to Voldemort.

She believed she had gained most of Dumbledore and Dudley's trust and no longer needed to be as cautious as before.

Her brain-blocking technique alone is enough to handle it.

Extracting all relevant memories would be a good idea, but it would be too inconvenient for her.

Eckeris did not sneak into Professor Sprout's herb greenhouse at night to scavenge for potion ingredients; she had developed a slight psychological aversion to nighttime operations.

She decided that first thing tomorrow morning, she would openly and honestly ask Professor Sprout for the ingredients to make the potion.

Using the excuse of wanting to get closer to Professor Snape and creating common ground through shared interests as the main reason, and brewing a potion to accelerate her recovery as the secondary reason, she was sure Professor Sprout would provide her with the materials!

As long as she asks for more of the various herbs, no one will be able to tell what her true purpose is to concoct a magical potion!

After making her plan, Eckeris dragged her weakened body back to the school hospital, just as Ron and Hermione had seen.

Peeves, completely invisible, moved and monitored the entire process of Ecclesia's actions that night. The footage was transmitted in real time to a specially made Pensieve in the Headmaster's office and stored, so that Dumbledore could view it at any time.

If any unexpected situation arises that requires Old Deng's expertise to resolve, Pipi Gui has corresponding notification and manpower-gathering methods to ensure everything goes smoothly.

However, Eckeris's actions tonight were not enough to trigger Peeves' special ability.