Chapter 377
Memory
Chapter 377 Memory
"So, the leader not only wants Weed Grey, but also wants him to join us willingly?" Abigail concluded.
"That's right."
Baird nodded. "We can't use the brainwashing methods we used on those little guys on him. You know, whether it's the Confusion Spell or the Amnesia Spell, it will make the brain dull and clumsy. His head is too precious. We can't take this risk."
Abigail nodded, "So you sent that kid."
"In fact, it would be best to find Vid Grey's parents... But unfortunately, his parents are hiding somewhere, and the companions who carried out this mission are also missing."
Baird said regretfully: "Dumbledore's protection of this student is unprecedented. I suspect that the Greys may be hiding in a house that has been cast under the Fidelius Charm."
"So the leader hopes that you and Khalil can, as professors and friends, make Vid Grey agree with our philosophy and feel a sense of belonging to the organization."
"Of course, we have also arranged a few other beautiful girls. This kind of guy is most likely to be blinded by love. But they can't enter this school for the time being. For now, we can only rely on you two."
"This is a long-term task. There is no need to rush. Even if it takes ten years, it will be worth it... But you can start to guide him to be interested in the Philosopher's Stone..."
Baird gave Abigail many detailed instructions, and even asked her to find an opportunity to tell Wade that they could fund Wade to complete the experiment.
Regardless of whether the Philosopher's Stone is successful or not, the alchemical materials consumed each time are very valuable, enough to bankrupt an ordinary well-off family.
In Baird's opinion, the biggest reason that prevents an alchemist from becoming curious about the Philosopher's Stone is money!
Abigail did not refute. After agreeing, she exchanged some recent information with Baird before getting up to say goodbye.
"I have to go back - no professor should be absent from the Halloween dinner."
Abigail put on her cloak and hood and asked, "By the way, what is Khalil's real name?"
"Just Caryl," the slightly plump woman said, "Caryl Johnson."
"...That's it."
Abigail whispered, pulling the door open and going out.
Night had fallen by then, and the shops on both sides of the road were lit with candles.
Some students who came back late ran hurriedly towards the direction where the carriage was parked, laughing and playing as they ran.
Many people ran past Abigail quickly, like silhouettes of time. Only Abigail walked slowly step by step, neither hurried nor impatient.
Because now, her mind was filled with an incident from the past.
It was a day not long after she joined the Joint Investigation Team. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Abigail secretly found Landon Johnson who was staying in a Muggle Hotel.
That was her first assignment in this country - cleaning up after her American colleagues.
Those careless guys were delayed by drinking when they should have cast the Oblivion Charm on the Johnsons.
When they found someone in the hotel, they mistakenly took the maintenance worker who was helping to fix the phone in the guest room as "Landon Johnson". After casting two forgetfulness spells, they reported that "the mission has been accomplished" and then went to have fun with peace of mind.
Mrs. Johnson had forgotten that she had a son, but the real Mr. Johnson had not forgotten. By the time the organization discovered this omission, Landon Johnson had already fled back to England.
——The organization’s influence in Britain is the weakest among these European countries.
With the help of some connections in the Muggle community, they finally found out the whereabouts of Landon Johnson, but they couldn't find him.
By that time, the matter had already attracted the attention of Hogwarts, and Mr. Johnson was actually arranged a hidden residence by Dumbledore.
Later, Abigail, who was originally working in other areas, joined the investigation team. She remembered that man——
Landon Johnson, a skinny man with almost no hair, looked like an alien as he kneeled on the ground.
He was easily tricked out of the encirclement, and he showed no surprise or fear when the wand was pointed at his heart.
The man knelt on the ground and said with tears streaming down his face: "I know you are in cahoots with them... If you want to kill me, just do it. I will not run away or resist... Please, for the sake of my imminent death, tell me——"
"Khalil...my child...is he still alive?"
"Caryl?" Abigail said casually, "Who's that? I've never heard of him."
She quickly cleared away all traces and turned away.
For an island country like this, it is easier to destroy corpses and traces than in the United States.
This incident was just a small episode in her life experience.
Abigail soon forgot about it because how to get along with wizards from various countries occupied her entire mind.
But at this moment, she remembered everything again. That embarrassed, ugly face flashed through her mind repeatedly, and her father's last voice echoed in her ears -
"Khalil...my child...is he still alive?"
Abigail walked into the teachers' table and sat down, looking up at the Gryffindor table.
A flock of fluttering bats was flying overhead, many orange streamers were spewing golden red flames, and pumpkin lanterns made the auditorium brighter than usual.
Khalil was actually pretty easy to find.
Among a group of students who were wolfing down their food, there was a Gryffindor who was slowly eating his steak which was only medium rare, looking a little bored and patient.
I have to say, the little boy's behavior looked particularly different. Several girls around him were flirting with him, but Khalil acted as if he didn't see anything and didn't react at all.
"——Yes, still alive."
Abigail answered in her heart, then shook her head and smiled at herself.
As she was laughing, her smile suddenly froze.
Khalil can be said to be a child raised by the organization. Because he is very stubborn and has an extremely strong will, the organization had to fabricate an illusion for him that his parents are still around according to his memory, so that he would be obedient.
——What about yourself?
Abigail thought about her experience of losing both her parents when she was young, and suddenly she didn't know what was real and what was fake in this world.
But after this thought came up for a few seconds, it was slowly suppressed by another thought.
What's fake is fake.
Baird is not Landon Johnson. There are actually many flaws in this fake couple. If Khalil spends time with them day and night, he will definitely be able to find clues.
But Abigail was different.
There were no obvious inconsistencies or contradictions in her memory; all her memories were coherent and logical.
Abigail sighed, not knowing whether with regret or relief. The delicious dinner suddenly became unappealing.
(End of this chapter)