Chapter 128: Ron Gets the Point! Eris' Late-Night Scheme!

Ron was stunned by Hermione's words. Thinking of the wonderful scene he saw in The Mirror of Erised, a strong sense of not wanting to give up welled up in his heart.

Yeah! How do I know I can't do it if I haven't even tried?

Professor Flitwick even praised me as a genius!

I can even summon a wild buffalo. Why can't I be the president of the student council and the Quidditch captain?

I've never heard that the current president of the student council and the Quidditch captain can summon a wild buffalo in Hogwarts Castle!

I've done something they can't do, which proves I'm better than them!

Maybe what's in this mirror isn't an illusion, but a real picture of the future?

Ron was channeling Sherlock Holmes at the moment, with a sharp sense of logic. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. He convinced himself and got pumped up with energy.

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

"Shut up! Do you want to attract Filch?"

Hermione didn't expect Ron to be so reckless. She grabbed him and ran out of the room, quickly leaving the abandoned classroom housing The Mirror of Erised.

"Didn't you say Filch would deliberately let us go?"

As they ran in the empty corridors of Hogwarts Castle, Ron, who seemed to have a different mind, asked Hermione, who was pulling him along.

"That's just my guess! Who can guarantee that Filch is really old and senile?!" Hermione replied quickly without looking back.

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

"I think what you said's right now!"

Ron had got the point, and there was an obvious change in his energy. "By the way, how did you know that the vision I saw in the mirror was about being the president of the student council and the Quidditch captain?"

"You said it yourself!" Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Didn't I say something else?" Ron asked nervously.

"No... Shh!"

Hermione didn't notice the nervousness in Ron's tone and casually answered Ron's question.

But she saw a figure walking slowly on the moving stairs in the distance. She quickly signaled Ron to be quiet, then slowed down and changed their direction. She walked towards the direction where the figure was going to find out who it was.

When they got closer, by the dim light of the wall lamps in the corridor, Ron and Hermione recognized the person.

It was actually Professor Eris, who had broken into The Forbidden Forest at night and was seriously injured after bravely facing a group of unicorns for love.

"I thought it was some other students on a night patrol. Unexpectedly, it's Professor Eris!"

Ron couldn't contain his excitement and whispered like a gossip, "Judging from the direction she's going, she should be going back to the school infirmary on the second floor. She was so badly injured but still insisted on going out for a walk. Could it be that she just went out for a late-night rendezvous with Snape?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Professor Eris might be doing some rehabilitation training, or she might be going back to her office to look for something!"

Hermione thought Ron's words were a bit disrespectful and the possibility was slim. Instead, she put forward her own reasonable guess.

But no matter who guessed right, they couldn't follow up and verify, because Professor Eris was approaching the entrance of the school infirmary, staggering with each step and looking extremely weak.

Obviously, Professor Eris's night patrol tonight was over.

Ron and Hermione's night patrol today should also end soon.

"Let's go! There's no more fun to watch!" Ron said.

Hermione nodded. "It's late. If we don't go back to sleep, we'll definitely be out of it for tomorrow morning's potion - making studies!"

After reaching an agreement, they figured out their current location and ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor. Then they went back to their own dormitories.

They had no idea that one of Hermione's guesses was actually right.

Eris had indeed gone back to her office to get something.

Eris had been struggling with her thoughts all day. Finally, at the risk of her health and dragging her sick body, she went back to her office late at night.

First, she carefully checked the furnishings in the office. Finding that they were the same as before, she breathed a sigh of relief, but not completely, because she knew about the bug of the Reparo magic.

It wasn't until she opened the hidden interlayer of her suitcase, took out the intact memory bottle, and carefully inspected it without finding any problems that she felt much more at ease.

Eris repeated an operation she had done many times before. She carefully stuffed the memories from the memory bottle back into her mind and learned the complete task information assigned to her by Voldemort's main soul.

"What should I do? Tomorrow night is the deadline! There's definitely no way to get unicorn blood! Am I just going to let that ugly Voldemort parasitize in my beautiful body?"

After understanding the consequences of failing the task, Eris was even more entangled and helpless.

She slumped in her office for over an hour. Finally, she came up with a less - than - ideal solution.

She decided to fake it!

She had seen the color and liquid state of unicorn blood. With the potion - making skills she learned at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it wouldn't be too difficult to create a fake that looks similar.

Moreover, she had an even bolder idea. To prevent Voldemort from coming after her if he didn't absorb enough vitality from the fake, she decided to use a particularly effective potion as the base for the fake.

If this potion worked, it wasn't certain who would be the master in the future!

Take a gamble! Turn a nobody into a phoenix!

Eris secretly made up her mind and extracted some of her memories again.

This time, she didn't extract all the memories related to Voldemort.

She thought she had gained most of the trust from Dumbledore and Dudley and didn't need to be as cautious as before.

She believed her Occlumency skills were sufficient to deal with the situation.

Extracting all the relevant memories was safe, but it was too inconvenient for her.

Eris didn't go to Professor Sprout's Herbology greenhouse to search for potion materials at night. She had developed a slight psychological aversion to night operations.

She decided to go to Professor Sprout directly tomorrow morning to ask for the materials to make the potion.

Using the excuse of getting closer to Professor Snape by finding common ground through hobbies as the main reason, and brewing a potion for accelerated recovery for herself as the secondary reason, Eris didn't have to worry about Professor Sprout not giving her the materials!

As long as she asked for a bit more of each herb, no one could tell what potion she really intended to brew!

After coming up with the plan, Eris dragged her weak, sick body back to the school infirmary, just as Ron and Hermione had seen.

The completely invisible Peeves monitored Eris's every move throughout the night, and the footage was transmitted in real - time to a special Pensieve in the headmaster's office for storage. Dumbledore could view it at any time.

In case of any emergencies that only Dumbledore could handle, Peeves had corresponding ways to notify and call for help to ensure everything went smoothly.

However, Eris's actions tonight were not enough to make Peeves trigger this special measure.