Although the Youth Wizards Championship ended early, everyone still needs to stay a few more days to return according to the scheduled time. Atlantis' wizards also used this time to do something. "Clean Street Tiger" Zhao Mai also obtained the magic description of the Forgetful Spell, officially called "Remembrance Spell", and focused on reading in the Hogwarts players' room.

According to the instructions, this magic has many limitations. The most uncomfortable one is the casting opportunity. The treatment of those who have hit the Forgotten Spell must not be later than 24 hours after losing memory. At the same time, this spell has extremely high requirements for the caster's ability and magic control level. Whether it is learning, practicing or using it, it is the most difficult spell that Zhao Mai has ever seen.

"Even in Atlantis, only three of the nine most powerful wizards have mastered this spell. Don't care if you can't learn it." Fortunately, when Solam said this, he added "Actually, I can't, either", otherwise Zhao Mai really thought he was laughing at him.

"It's only twenty-four hours, how can it be too late? The person I want to heal has already passed this time limit. Wouldn't this spell be useless?"

"Oh, you can't expect a spell to solve all the problems, right?" Solam snapped his fingers, then spread his palms, a disc tied to a necklace, and lay in the palm of his hand with a rotating hourglass. "This is called a timer, which can bring you back to the time that has happened. Does this explain your question?"

"Time travel device?" Zhao Mai reached out to the front, but stopped immediately. "You are testing me." Zhao Mai said: "Unless you forcefully grab it, I can't get the timer like this, right?"

"No, it's not what you think." Solam held his hand, rubbed his fingers a few times, and the timer disappeared. "If you want to grab it, I will give it to you directly. At such a close distance, I am not your opponent, and I still have this self-knowledge. But like memorization spells, the timer also has many taboos for use, and it also requires other magic spell assistance to deal with various situations. Magic is a system, not a repeated application of a single spell. You can steal the timer and figure out how to use it yourself, but I won't tell you these taboos for use."

"It's very likely that I'll be trapped in the spell of time and die inexplicably?" Zhao Mai snorted: "Doing with you really requires being careful everywhere you go. You are too smart and too knowledgeable. But as long as you keep your promises, things will be easy to do, right?"

"That's right!" Solam said to Zhao Mai: "Slowly you will find that Atlantis can do what he says and is a very good partner. You have already obtained the memoir spell, and whether you can learn it or not, the timer is here. All you need to do is complete some tasks, such as establishing your own influence in the Muggle world."

"Don't you think this task is quite time-consuming? And I'm still in school and don't want to participate too much in the Muggle world. I don't want to be famous in the Muggle world at all."

"Be famous? I think you may be wrong. We didn't let you be a star, and the influence didn't need to stand at the front desk." Solam patiently observed Zhao Mai, reading a confused expression from his face, and felt relieved. If Mike Longhou was too smart or too cunning, he was not a person suitable for remote control. "We will help you and will not delay your study and life too much."

"Ah, that's great." Zhao Mai looked pure and kind. He hurriedly met Solam and immediately devoted himself to the study of the remembrance curse. These are in line with the impression of the Atlantis wizard of Zhao Mai.

Wizards have a desire to control and use their will to control or even rule the elements around them to achieve magical effects. This is something that Zhao Mai already understood when he was learning ancient spells. People in Atlantis are unlikely to leave this category, so he can perform images with strong strength, clear goals and straightforward style.

If you try to adapt to what the surrounding environment looks like, this is what the druids are best at. Since Zhao Mai wants to learn the spell, he will devote himself to it. He will learn from morning to night with his book, and he will not move at all except for flipping the book and waving the wand to experiment.

"Senior Mike, supper..." Jebao became a little worried from the beginning of joy and excitement. He glanced at the curse book and found that all the words on it were known, but he didn't know what it was when he stringed it. He only remembered that his mind was dizzy and uncomfortable. This must be a profound curse. Jebao was very self-aware and knew that if he forced to learn secretly, he might be cursed or hurt, or even endangered his life. He brought breakfast to Zhao Mai, and then lunch, and now it was supper, but Zhao Mai turned a deaf ear.

He thought about it and said that no matter how strong senior Mike is, he still needs to eat. He has heard many stories, including suddenly disturbing the powerful mage in concentration and then being attacked by spells, so he did not dare to reach out and pat his shoulder. He left the room first and summoned a cat with spells to wake the senior.

Jie Bao hid outside the door, saw a light from under the crack of the door, and heard an explosion in the room, so he pushed the door in. The cat was gone, and there was a tuft of cat hair on Zhao Mai's left fist, and then it disappeared. The summoned objects are made of magic. After being "killed", they only dissipated the energy, not the loss of life.

"Ah, Jeffaut, it seems that you are looking for me. Is there anything wrong?"

"Eat...din supper." Jebo pulled the corner of his mouth and squeezed a smile, and then said, "Senior, thank you really for this competition. If you didn't help me, I would not have won the championship."

"That's what you should do, don't thank me. Besides, I actually have personal desires... or personal desires account for a greater proportion, so you really don't need to thank me." Zhao Mai looked at the dinner and his eyes lit up: "Is this the fried rice you made?"

"I still put some curry, but the taste is still very good." Jeff Bell felt in a good mood when he thought of the extraordinary kindness and compliments his compatriots showed after the game, and the curry full of hometown flavor. "Brother Guan has been here, and you didn't dare to disturb you when you were reading. He left a lot of things and a letter."

"Thank you, I'm fascinated by the spell, and everything is delayed." Zhao Mai stood up and stretched hard, then said, "Jebo, go back to Hogwarts, don't publicize what I've done everywhere. I don't want the Ministry of Magic of all countries to come to cause trouble for me."
Chapter completed!