Chapter 60 - Experiments (1/2)
Warning:- This chapter is a bit dark and has mild torture in it. Please don't read it if you can't stomach such things.
I'll post the summary of the chapter in the comments section for those who want want to skip it.
”Excuse me.” Harry said in a childish voice.
”Yes.” The woman asked as she kept down her newspaper and peered at him.
”Do you have a dog?”
”No.” The woman said with a smile ”I used to have one when I was a child but not anymore. Are you here with your parents?” she asked and started looking around for an ȧduŀt responsible for the strangely curious child.
At the same time, Harry used his Shroud and covered both of them without her noticing anything strange and pointed Voldemort's wand at her.
”Obliviate.”
”…”
”Excuse me.” He called once the woman regained her focus after being obliviated.
”Hmm… Oh… I didn't see you there. Do you want something little guy.” She asked curiously.
”Yes. Do you have a dog?” he asked.
The woman seemed confused at the question for a moment before she mulled over that question for a while before finally shaking her head ”No. I have never had a dog before. But what are doing alone here. Are your parents nearby.”
”Yes. They're buying me ice cream.”
”Oh… then you should go with them.” She said ”In fact let me escort you to them. Where is the ice cream parlor again.”
”Thanks but there's no need.” He said with a warm smile and left the cafeteria in search for his next random victim.
That old man sitting alone in the park seemed to be as good a victim as any.
”Excuse me.” He said in his best childish voice.
”Hmm?” the old man looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
”Can you please tell me the direction of to the nearest library.”
”Why not. You see…”
”Obliviate”
”Excuse me.”
”Hmm… Ohhh… Do you want something son?”
”Can you tell me the direction of the nearest library?”
The old man closed his eyes for a second before shaking his head ”Sorry little buddy. I seemed to have forgotten a lot of things with my old age. How about you ask that kind lady over there. I'm sure that she'll remember the way.”
”Okay. Thanks.”
”No problem son.”
He found the next victim walking alone in the busy streets of London and the process repeated.
Ask them about something related to their life. That something must not be a very important part of their life.
Because the more important a memory is. The harder it is to erase it and the worse repercussions that the victim will suffer.
If you wipe out the memory of a victim's family from his mind, then even though he won't remember anything about them, he'll still feel that something big is missing from his life and if he meets his children or wife in the future, then there's a good chance that some of his memories might even return.
So he was starting with small questions.
After all, 'Partial Memory Obliviation' was the second most important type of obliviation after the 'Immediate Memory Obliviation' and would be of great aid to someone like him who wants to become great in mind arts.
Immediate Memory Obliviation spell was easy to learn and just about every Obliviator in the ministry learns this basic spell within 1-3 months.
But the same could not be said for Partial Memory Obliviation which takes more skill and a goo grasp of the mind arts. Especially Legilimency.
By this point, he was already quite good at Legilimency which was why he was getting the hang of Partial Memory Obliviation at such a rapid manner.
And thanks to the small amount of magic he put behind his spells and the fact that he was using Voldemort's wand, no ministry official ever came to investigate his Obliviation spree.
This form of power was scary on it's own.
Since a wizard could practically barge into a woman's home, **** her and then leave after obliviating her and no one would know anything.
A part of him was happy that he was a powerful wizard and that such a thing would never happen to him but another part of him felt pity for those poor muggles.
With that thought, he walked on in search for his next victim.
After all, practice makes perfect.
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”Your name is?”
”Walden Macnair.”
”Your age?”
”49”
”Do you work for the ministry?”
”Yes.”
”Do you hate muggleborns?”
”…No.”
”Really?”
”I mean… I…”
”Answer in yes or no. Do you hate muggleborns or not?”
”…No.”
”Legilimens”
Walden squirmed in the chair against the ropes as memories after memories passed through his mind as he was mind rȧpėd by the masked boy before a few memories where he talked with his peers about his hatred for the filthy mudbloods and muggles surfaced through.
”Walden... Walden. I told you not to lie. Didn't I?”
”Wait. Let me explain. I can…”
A hand gesture from the boy and he lost his voice. ”You know, the only good thing about you lying to me is the fact that I get to practice healing spells because of that. Thanks for volunteering Walden. You're such a good man.”