Chapter 154: The destruction of traces!

　　Dumbledore decided to give Harry the meditation pot, although he couldn't figure out why the meditation pot could help Harry do these things.
Dumbledore removed the meditation basin from the cupboard. It was a shallow stone basin decorated with weird carvings on the edges, like some weird letters and symbols. Harry recognized the meaning and thought it was like seeing it in the history of magic. The Luo text that has been there has long been lost, and the contents of the pot exude a silvery light, which is not like anything Harry has seen before. He didn't even know whether this substance was a liquid or a gas, it had a bright silvery white, and it was still spinning. Its surface ripples as the wind blows over the water, but again, like a cloud, it separates for a while and turns for a while. It is like a liquid of light-like a solid of wind.
　　 Dumbledore demonstrated to Harry how the meditation basin can extract memories and enter them.
　　 Then he re-ingested all the silver substances into his mind. The meditation basin no longer glowed and became empty, just like an ordinary basin.
　　 Harry pouted, as if someone seldom looks at your memories, but it's not good for baby.
　　……
　　Wandering in the quiet old castle, I don't feel anything on weekdays, because I can always see the figure of the students.
　　 Now there is no life in the castle, and it is a bit cold.
In the wide corridor, only the echo of Harry's footsteps came, and even Harry's breathing could be heard quietly.
　　 was originally a cool breeze, blowing on Harry, but it made a dense pimple on his neck.
　　 I didn't expect that Voldemort's soul had been wiped out. I saw so many ghosts every day, but in a quiet environment, I was afraid of it.
　　 Sure enough, people fear most from their own hearts.
　　Although he absorbed Voldemort's memory, he was also worried about whether his mentality would be affected, but it seems that he is still him, and Harry's psychology is still the ordinary youth of the last life.
　　After seeing Snape's basement, Harry couldn't help but relax and relax.
　　……
　　 Snape had a glass bottle in front of it, and a small half of the bottle of blue liquid was inside. Small air bubbles floated inside, looking a little sticky.
　　This is Snape's growth potion.
　　 Picked up the potion, just about to drink it, and suddenly there was a question: "How long will this potion work?"
"one day."
　　 "Only one day~"
　　Snape was not dismissed by Harry's slightly disgusted tone, and he could hardly sustain the iceberg on his face.
　　 Seeing Snape's dangerous look, Harry took a smart look and hurriedly said, "It's just a good day, haha, it's really a little too fat, a little too low..."
　　Snape: "..."
　　Harry raised his neck and poured the potion into his mouth.
　　 "Gutter, Gutter"
　　 Why don't you feel anything?
　　 Take a closer look, it turned out that the medicine was condensed into a piece, shaking slightly, and slowly sliding down the wall of the cup.
　　This feeling is so familiar, just like eating jelly.
　　 finally ate it. Harry chewed it twice, without any taste, and swallowed his stomach.
　　 There was a wonderful feeling. Harry felt that the blue "jelly" melted and shattered as soon as he entered his stomach.
　　 Become particles scattered, full of bones and flesh.
　　 Then the body seemed to be equipped with countless small hair dryers, spreading wave by wave.
　　 Harry felt a little itchy back and couldn't help scratching, and then his face was numb, and Harry couldn't resist scratching.
　　I am so beautiful, what should I do if it is broken. Harry thought seriously.
　　 Then, Harry found that the surroundings became smaller and shorter, and his vision became wider.
　　 People grow up slowly, there is no such strong contrast.
　　 This widening sense of vision made Harry seem to put down a heavy burden, like a bird flying in the sky, Taishan swaying in the jungle, the turtle into the water...
　　When this feeling slowly passed, Harry adjusted.
　　 Put your hand in front of your eyes, this is a slender and powerful palm, a little different from the previous small hand.
　　 Harry looked around and found a mirror that was half covered.
　　 Harry walked over to see what he had become.
　　 "His."
　　 In the mirror is a strange face with a familiar face. Harry recognized it carefully, but could find some traces of his childhood.
　　 eyes are brighter and deeper. If it used to be top jadeite, it is now emperor-level jadeite.
　　 looks very young, about 18 years old.
　　 shocked Harry most when he grew up so handsome.
　　 It seems that no matter what age group, I am the best in the world.
　　 For no reason, Harry even gave birth to a feeling of loneliness and loneliness in life.
Harry couldn't help but think: "I don't remember the protagonists who passed through are all ordinary in appearance, ordinary in appearance? Why am I so extraordinary, like the sun in the sky, shining brightly, so dare not look straight at me? Understand, because the authors of those novels are not confident enough."
　　Harry was addicted to his beauty and could not extricate himself.
　　 For a long time, he confirmed to Snape: "Now, my trace has disappeared?"
　　 saw Snape's gaze wrong.
　　 suppressed anger, hatred.
　　Not looking at him, but looking at his face.
　　Isn't it thought of James? Harry looked at Snape's cannibalism and felt he was still hurrying.
　　 walked out of the basement, and Harry felt that his clothes were too tight.
　　 Fortunately wears a very loose magic robe.
　　Harry looked at the white clouds in the sky?, and said, "Why not try it."
　　Clenching the wand: "Shifting shape and changing shadow."
"Snapped."
　　 With a clear sound, Harry disappeared.
　　Harry moved directly to a street in London.
　　 Why is it so arrogant and unabashed? Because the factory director is my cousin... Bah, because it is night now.
　　Harry set off in the morning, but it took a waste of 10 hours to reach Hogwarts. Although there are street lights, it is not bright and not as bright as the moon.
　　The corners of the streetlights were not clear, and Harry flashed.
　　 Sure enough, no one will notice.
　　Harry turned his head and looked, uh, Harry retracted the sentence.
　　 Sitting by the wall was a tattered beggar, staring at Harry with his big eyes open, mouth opened: "Oh, ho, ghost..."
　　 "I think you look like a ghost." Harry said, pointing his wand at once: "I fainted."
　　 Harry didn't even use memory-clearing magic, because no one believed him.
　　 The bearded grungy ghost was shocked to see a beam of light emanating from the man who appeared suddenly in front of his eyes, rushed into his head, and screamed, "I'm dying." (Remark 1)
　　……
the next day.
　　The sloppy man was awakened by a "colleague".
He remembered the scene he saw before he fainted last night, pulling another man's arm and yelling: "Ghost, yesterday I saw a ghost, he appeared with a swish and then beat me with a light gosh."
　　 "Your brain is broken, you have to change places today. The people around here are really iron cocks, and they are all hairless." Another shook his head.
　　The sloppy ghost hammered his head a few times, and suddenly saw a piece of paper suspected of money stuffing under his feet.
　　 He rushed over and opened it, fifty pounds.
　　 He kissed frantically, yelling: "No~EbookFREE.me~ He is an angel."
　　 The other person didn't look at it, and sighed, "It seems, it's really crazy."
　　……
　　After returning to London last night, Harry did not go to the Axe Bar, but stayed in a Muggle hotel.
　　After politely getting rid of the entanglement of the front desk lady who was greedy for Harry's beautiful appearance, Harry entered the room.
　　 sat quietly, watching the alarm clock ticking on the wall ticking and walking for 15 minutes.
　　 nothing happened, the owl that the Ministry of Magic should have appeared on time did not appear.
　　 It seemed that Harry's trace had disappeared.
　　Harry took off his uncomfortable robe in excitement, and wished to make two howl, otherwise it would not be enough to express his inner relief.
　　 Harry walked around excitedly with his wand, and wished to immediately go through the countless magic known in his brain.
　　 can't imagine what magic to use.
　　Harry smiled bitterly: "The state of mind is not close, what is the difference from Fan Jinzhongju, take a bath and calm down."
　　……
　　 For a long time, Harry walked out of the bathroom.
　　 At this time, he and the two were just judged, the whole person was extremely calm, even with a little sacred.
　　 He glanced at his wand, but it was very boring.
　　 The idea just now is really ridiculous, too naive, Harry thought.
　　 Harry's eyes were ethereal, not dusty, as if he could hold the vast starry sky.
　　 This may be the great enlightenment pursued by the Buddhist doors of the Chinese Cultivation Realm and the unity of nature and man pursued by the Daomen.
　　Harry was lying on the bed, and two tears flowed silently.
　　 Take a bath, why should I touch...
　　……
　　 Remark 1: Why do the British homeless people speak ancient Chinese. Because his lines were given by the author.