Chapter 64: Why?
Phoenix stared at her friend in silence. It felt as if Phoenix froze the train and everything around it, though Hermione didn't know the extent of her powers and wasn't sure if she could. She watched Phoenix closely, making sure nothing drastic was going to happen. But Phoenix looked like a zombie. She wasn't moving or looked like she cared.
"Phoenix, did you hear me?" Hermione asked. She had to lean over to check if her friend was still breathing.
The luggage shook slightly, answering Hermione's question. Phoenix blinked a few times, making the luggage shake more. Her breathing got heavy and the train compartment louder. It seemed Phoenix had lost control over her freezing and telekinesis.
"Phoenix, calm down. What are you thinking?"
The luggage stopped, the noise seemed to die down, and Phoenix seemed more aware, but shocked replaced the zombie look.
"Why would anyone want to memory wip me? I have done nothing." Phoenix quietly asked. It was more towards herself than to Hermione, but she answered anyway.
"You may have found information on Flamel. There could be something in there they don't want us to know."
"Why? Who would want to know? Why would it matter? The only people that memory wip are elders, whitelighters, and the cleaners. How does knowing Flamel affect them? What would they gain? And what about you? Have you found anything?"
"No, I found nothing." Hermione bit her lip.
"You have more to add?"
"I read about a spell that witches and wizards can cast to erase one's memories."
"As interesting as that is, no one in the wizarding world knows where I live."