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To be honest, intellectual property should not be violated. However, Lohart himself is not clean either! His stories were taken from other wizards. Precious memories for those wizards were taken away by Lohart.
They must feel quite empty inside, don't you think?
Tom detested Lohart intensely. Yes, Lohart didn't have Voldemort on the back of his head, he wasn't impersonating a Death Eater, he wouldn't spread the werewolf virus, and he wasn't a spy from the Ministry of Magic. But Tom still detested this person.
Perhaps there was an adventurer, whose footsteps covered the corners of the earth. Every mysterious place, he passed through without danger. Maybe he once had like-minded companions, but they might have fallen on the path of adventure. Perhaps the souls of his companions were trapped in a place where there wasn't even wind.
The adventurer didn't stop; he carried the wishes of his companions and continued to stumble forward, continuing to conquer nature. Then, he met a young man with a bright smile.
And then? There was no "and then."
The adventurer's story ended. No one knew his name. His friends, his story, everything about him was replaced and altered.
If Lohart hadn't finally dug a pit for someone Dumbledore knew, this kind of person might continue to cause trouble, continue to enjoy the cheers, admiration, and worship in front of the camera, and continue to ruthlessly drain the Galleons from the wizards.
Tom couldn't pay for such a person.
[Task Trigger: Forgetting is the Final Death
In a person's life, there are three deaths: the first, when your heart stops beating, your breath vanishes, and you are declared dead biologically; the second, when you are buried, people dressed in black attend your funeral, declaring that you no longer exist in this society, disappearing from the social network, and you are declared dead sociologically; and the third death is when the last person in this world who remembers you forgets you, and then you truly die. The entire universe will no longer have anything to do with you.
Task Objective: Deprive Jirode Lohart of the memories he took!
Task Reward: Lohart's Notes]
It is said that on a distant continent, if a person's will is strong enough, the gods will cast their gaze upon them. Perhaps Tom's wish was strong enough, and a task was triggered on this end.
"Lohart..." Tom squinted his eyes.
...
When Tom mentioned a printing shop, it wasn't the kind found in universities specializing in copying and printing, where each sheet of paper costs a penny. In the UK, there were no shops exclusively dedicated to this business, but post offices and photo studios could provide basic copying services. If Tom wanted to copy the entire book, he had to go to a professional printing shop.
Fortunately, following his intuition, they really found such a printing shop.
The storefront was not small. Upon entering, the first thing they saw was nearly a hundred printers and a few large desktop computers. The computers looked dull and silly, but they were not cheap.
Tom took out the complete set of Lohart from his bag. Before coming here, he had removed the book covers—something that could be restored to its original state with a simple spell later.
The printing shop was also professional, using state-of-the-art copiers. In the 90s, digital copiers were already in use, and they had a crucial new feature: multiple copies in one scan. This significantly reduced the time needed for copying.
The staff at the printing shop took the pages and worked diligently. Half an hour later, Tom left the store with twenty sets of well-bound Lohart collections, spending much less money than buying the books.
Printing books was a common practice for many international students. What to do when textbooks are too expensive? Either buy second-hand or find an electronic version to print.
Over a hundred books, packed into a backpack plus two large bags, were quite heavy. Carrying such bags, shopping was out of the question. The two of them took a taxi back to the street outside the Leaky Cauldron.
Tom found a magical owl postal service in Diagon Alley. He opened the door and walked in.
...
The humble abode was the residence of the Weasley family, outwardly appearing as a crooked little building with a small garden, and four or five chimneys on the roof. Behind the house was a large garden with a pond containing many fairies.
These days, a new guest had arrived at the humble abode.
In terms of hardware, the humble abode was inferior to the Dursleys' home on Privet Drive. Everything in the Dursleys' home was neat and tidy, a standard modern middle-class home where everything was fine, except it didn't feel much like a home to Harry.
The humble abode was different. Here, Harry felt the atmosphere of a home for the first time.
Today, during breakfast, they also received letters from Hogwarts. The letters contained tickets for the Hogwarts Express and the booklist for the new semester.
Looking at the long list of book names on the booklist, the Weasley couple felt a headache.
Fred and George, even when eating, their vocal cords were not idle. The two of them were discussing the contents of the letter with great enthusiasm.
"I guess the new professor is probably a witch; almost all of Lohart's admirers are witches—"
"Forget about those irrelevant things," George interrupted as he saw his mother's gaze getting more dangerous. "Lohart's books are quite expensive..."
"Oh, we'll figure it out," Mrs. Weasley, though looking somewhat worried, still had an expression of 'it's not a big problem, you don't need to worry.' However, it was evident that many things for Ginny this year would have to be bought second-hand.
Ginny was Ron's sister, the youngest child in the Weasley family. Every time Harry spoke to her, her entire face would turn as red as her hair.
While chatting, Percy, Ron's older brother, walked into the dining room neatly dressed, with his Prefect badge sparkling on his knitted vest. Although it was strange to wear a Prefect badge at home, Percy had always insisted on doing so.
Suddenly, several gray owls flew in, carrying a large package and dropping it in front of Fred.
"Fred, what's this?" Mrs. Weasley became immediately alert.
"Oh, Mom, it's from me to George!" Fred made a joke he always made, then opened the package. "Looks like a bunch of books."
"Merlin's beard, someone is sending you books?" Mrs. Weasley looked astonished, and not only her, everyone in the Weasley family was stunned. Percy's slice of bread even fell on the table. In his eyes, someone sending books to his younger brother was more unbelievable than failing all his subjects.
Ron made a strange noise—he was choked. After clearing his airways from the porridge, he asked, "So what books are these?"
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