days at Hogwarts

Chapter 218 Conversation in the Closed Ward
After filling in the information and registering, Meliam went through the hospitalization procedures for Lockhart and prepared to place him in a closed ward.

Loren and Ms. Pomfrey followed the female therapist, intending to look at the ward and return to Hogwarts after learning about the treatment plan. One reported to Dumbledore, and the other reported to Vice Principal McGonagall.

Merriam led the three of them to the door of Janus Sitch's ward, pointed at the door with her magic wand, and said "Alahoo hole", and the door opened in response.

"He doesn't know who he is, and he doesn't remember how to get back when he goes out. It's too dangerous for him. So we have to put him in a closed ward to prevent him from running out." Meliam explained worriedly.

She tightly held Lockhart's arm into the ward, placed him on a bed against the wall in the room, and left a pen and paper for him to practice signing quietly beside the bed.

Holding the record book in her hand, she explained the follow-up treatment plan to the two of them: "His soul and memory are like oatmeal just out of the pot, a messy mess. The problem of soul and consciousness is very difficult. We We can only rely on intensive treatment and luck to help him regain some consciousness."

"Don't worry even if he can't recover. Someone will take good care of him. The generous Mr. Lucius Malfoy recently donated a large sum of money to the hospital." Merriam smiled warmly with her eyes narrowed.

Loren remained silent, quietly listening to the therapist's arrangement. Ms. Pomfrey was memorizing some key points, and she was going to report to Professor McGonagall when she returned.

There were other patients living in the ward, a wizard with a sallow complexion and a sad face, a witch with a hairy face...

And the two innermost beds, a wizard with a swollen body and dull eyes, and a witch in pajamas with a thin and haggard face. Clutching a wrapping paper of Chubao Super Bubble Gum.

There was a dull knock on the door outside the ward, and Meliam suddenly remembered something, she quickly glanced at the calendar on the wall, and exclaimed, "Oh, I almost forgot, today is Mrs Longbottom's visit day!"

Madam Pomfrey sighed subtly upon hearing the name.

"Here you go, wait a minute!" Meliam greeted and hurriedly opened the door to the ward.

Loren had some guesses in his heart, and followed the female therapist's movements to look at the door, and saw two people walking in from the door.

An old witch who looked a little scary, wearing a green robe, which was different from the healer's green robe, this one was brighter in color and more luxurious in decoration.The old witch was clad in a moth-eaten fox fur, and her pointed hat was decorated with stuffed vultures.

Behind her was a stiff little boy - Neville.

At the door, Neville's grandmother was communicating with the therapist about the latest situation of Neville's parents.

And Neville obviously noticed the extra people in the ward. He first lingered on Lockhart for a long time, then looked at Madam Pomfrey, and finally looked at Loren meaningfully.

The footsteps gradually approached. After Neville whispered hello to Ms. Pomfrey, he looked complicated and greeted Loren in a trance: "Loren, I didn't expect to see you here."

He paused and couldn't help but complain: "So just like Seamus said, you couldn't wait to take action right after the holiday, and even sent Lockhart directly to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

Um! ?

What do you mean we are like dark wizards?
"What are you talking about!" Loren retorted weakly, but the fact is that his rebuttal was weak.

He murmured, "We solved the basilisk and found out the heir to the Chamber of Secrets. Lockhart just..."

Neville didn't hear the words clearly, but he nodded clearly: "Poor Seamus, he really missed it."

The patient's condition is very stable, as in the past ten years, there is no good news, no bad news, just a few sentences.Madam Longbottom approached, and after greeting Madam Pomfrey, she turned her attention to Loren.

Neville's grandma obviously heard their conversation, and said kindly, "Is that your friend, Neville, darling?"

Being called this name in front of his roommates, Neville had never understood Ron so well. He had been called Ronnie baby by his brothers countless times in public.

Neville's round face suddenly turned red. He didn't dare to look at Loren. He wished he could use some magic right away and appear anywhere in the world, just not here.

"Loren, Loren..." his grandmother said twice, holding out a withered, claw-like hand for him, "yes, yes, Neville told me about you, you taught me His way of freezing pears helped him overcome many difficulties, aren't you, you are a good boy."

"Hello, Mrs. Longbottom, Neville always thinks of you in front of us. He often said that he missed his grandma at school." Loren shook hands politely, and praised Neville by the way.

But these words did not sound like a compliment to Madam Longbottom, she looked down at Neville along her pointed nose with stern eyes, and said in a blunt tone, "I'm really useless, you should concentrate on your studies at school, what do you think of me! I have to say, you don't have your father's talent, and you don't have much talent."

Neville opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. His blushing face gradually lost its color and turned pale.

Loren frowned when he heard that, no wonder Neville lacked self-confidence and was always submissive.This kind of parents, this kind of educational environment, no one can be autistic.

Seeing that his grandma was going to criticize Neville, Loren retorted aloud: "Mrs. Longbottom, Neville is not short of talent. He has his own unique talents. In fact, he performed very well last semester."

"His grades in Herbalism have always been good. After changing to a new wand, he has also made rapid progress in Charms and Transfiguration. He passed the selection examination and entered Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club. In the duel course, he even performed well. With extraordinary ability."

Loren turned to look at Neville, who had been looking down at the floor and shoes, and raised his voice, "Didn't you tell your grandma?"

Neville was a little at a loss and froze on the spot, not knowing what to say.

"Really, oh, I mean, he never showed the slightest sign." Mrs. Longbottom was amazed, but not entirely convinced, the hideous stuffed vulture on her hat dangling.

"I...I..." Neville had never encountered such a scene before, and he was stuttering and unable to speak.

Seeing this, Loren glared at him angrily and turned to argue with Mrs. Longbottom: "As early as the first year, Neville could beat Slytherin's Vincent Crabbe by himself. Mrs. Longbottom, if you are well-informed, you should know that the man is a little dark wizard and has been taken into custody by the Ministry of Magic. During this year's duel club event, he dared to attack the python summoned by the little black wizard and protected him Other students. It can be said that he is the bravest one."

The breath of joy overflowed from every part of Mrs. Longbottom's body, but she tried her best to restrain herself and did not fully believe Loren's words.She turned her gaze to Madam Pomfrey, trying to ask the Hogwarts resident therapist for confirmation.

Madam Pomfrey nodded.

She was very familiar with Neville. Among the second-year wizards, Neville was the one who went to the school doctor's office most frequently.Not to mention the accidents in the Potions class, just falling down the stairs, being teased by various plants in the Herbology class, and being too close to Seamus in the Charms class. These accidents meant that Neville had to meet Madam Pomfrey almost every week.

Having a good impression of this little boy, Ms. Pomfrey added: "He is also very talented in the field of therapist."

Isn't that right? After a long illness, he became a doctor...

"Oh—the blessing of the ancestors!" Mrs. Longbottom was so excited that she almost fainted. She supported the bed frame slowly, and walked unsteadily towards the two innermost beds, muttering incoherently, " I've got to break the news to them, I've got to break the news to them..."

"Grandma!" Neville called, and followed her to help her inside.

Madam Pomfrey sighed softly.

After thinking about it, Loren followed. He was also curious about the state of Neville's parents.

When Mrs. Longbottom really walked to the two hospital beds and looked at her swollen son and her daughter-in-law with gray hair and thin face, she couldn't say anything.

She is too old, and the violent mood swings put her body under a burden beyond usual. Mrs. Longbottom found a place by the bed and sat down, panting with difficulty, with a half-happy and sad smile on the corner of her mouth. .

His mother's protruding eyes lit up when she saw Neville, she didn't seem to want to speak, or could not speak, but she gestured timidly at Neville.

"Another one?" Mrs. Longbottom said tiredly, "Very well, Alice, very well - Neville, take it, whatever it is..."

Neville was very familiar with this movement, he stretched out his hand, opened his palm and spread it in front of Alice, his mother gently put a piece of wrapping paper of Super Bubblegum Blowing in his palm, and happily closed his palm together.

Then hummed an unknown song from his mouth, and slowly lay back on the bed with a smile on his lips.It seems that this simple action can bring satisfaction and happiness to her who is mentally deficient.

His father sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at the group of them, seemed to take everything in his eyes, and laughed foolishly, with saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth onto the bib pinned to his chest.

Loren observed the situation of the two of them. As adult wizards, their magic power was very weak, even Neville couldn't keep up with it, and it was even weaker than Lockhart.

Probably due to the long-term non-use of magic, coupled with the distorted soul and weak body, the magic power in the body is constantly weakening.

However, there was no trace of other magic on them, which meant that it was not jinxes and curses that continued to work on them.

There was a look of interest in Loren's eyes... From this point of view, there is no long-term interference of the curse. If they re-cast their magic and splice their distorted souls and broken consciousnesses together, there is still the possibility of healing.

Mrs. Longbottom on the side breathed a sigh of relief: "You should be proud, Neville, be proud! You should be proud!"

"I know," said Neville shortly.

She stretched her neck proudly, like a proud swan, and like a proud old crow, and announced to Loren and the others in a proud tone: "My son and daughter-in-law have been tortured mad by the mysterious man! "

After saying this, she began to gasp again, Neville clutched the candy wrapper tightly with one hand, and stroked his grandma's back with the other to help her breathe.

"Can you tell me about their specific situation?" Loren asked gently.

Neville looked at Loren, then at Madam Pomfrey, his eyes dodged, obviously he didn't want to undo the scar again.

"Neville! They sacrificed their health and sanity, not to make their only son ashamed of them!" Mrs. Longbottom said sternly, a little annoyed.

Neville took a deep breath, and a sense of powerlessness made him look up at the ceiling.

Mrs. Longbottom urged loudly: "Say it! Speak it proudly!"

Loren already regretted asking the question. He opened his mouth to ignore it, but Madam Pomfrey stopped him by pressing his shoulder.

Neville's eyes were dim, and he spoke with difficulty: "My parents are Aurors, both of them are."

"They are very talented, the two of them are very respected in the wizarding world!" Mrs. Longbottom added.

Neville continued: "Three times they escaped from Voldemort's clutches..."

Mrs. Longbottom heard Voldemort's name, and her panting became even more rapid... She didn't even dare to say that name herself.

"After the fall of Voldemort's forces, they were captured by the Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange—" Neville's expression was painful, but he still gritted his teeth and continued, "Bellatrix said to They used the Cruciatus Curse, which affected their souls and drove them mad, never to regain consciousness."

At this point, Mrs. Longbottom smiled contentedly. She finally recognized Neville's changes and believed that he could inherit the glory of Longbottom.

So is it the Cruciatus Curse...Looking at the smile on the old witch's face, Loren insisted that there was a big problem with Neville's family environment.

After bidding farewell to the Longbottom family, Madam Pomfrey took Loren away from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries and embarked on the journey back.

"Ms. Pomfrey."

"Ok?"

"Does the Cruciatus Curse directly act on the soul?"

"In fact, the mainstream view in the academic world is that the three major unforgivable curses directly affect the soul, which is one of the reasons why they are rated as unforgivable."

……

Half an hour later, Loren sat at the desk in the principal's office and reported Lockhart's situation to Dumbledore, but the main content of the report was about Neville's parents.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you still remember that I have a mirror that can reflect people's hearts and enter the depths of consciousness. If I can use it to create the deeply broken consciousness of Neville's parents and splicing them together, is it possible to heal them? "

The silverware on the table was belching white smoke, Fox was dozing on his perch, and so were most of the portraits of the old Headmasters on the walls, except Headmaster Doris Dewent, who had once served in St. Mungo's. therapist.

Principal Derwent shouted excitedly in the frame: "The idea of ​​a genius! In the past, we were helpless to deal with the injury of the soul, because the soul is too mysterious and illusory, and we don't know where to start!"

"If the soul is projected out to create an illusion that can be seen and touched, the repair of the illusion can repair the damage to the patient's soul!" She, who has been steady, almost cheered regardless of her image, but soon frowned again, It seems to be a headache, "I just don't know what the projection of consciousness will be like. If the self-protection is embodied, it may cause harm to the person who enters the illusion. You know, it is also damage at the soul level..."

The steam and smoke from the silverware swayed in front of Dumbledore's eyes. He leaned on the desk and looked at Loren with a smile, feeling extremely satisfied.

His original intention was to let Loren learn something through Lockhart's tragic situation, and stay away from the path of spying on people's hearts and manipulating people's hearts.While Loren doesn't seem to have much remorse about what happened to Lockhart, he has other surprises.

With such beauty in his heart, Dumbledore believed that there was an essential difference between Loren and Tom.

The old principal brushed aside his somewhat obstructive beard and generously took out a box of cockroaches from the drawer: "Principal Derwent's concerns are reasonable. I will discuss this matter with some scholars who study the soul."

Why does it feel like this person is suddenly happy?

Loren glanced at Dumbledore with doubts, but was quickly attracted by the pile of cockroaches. It was not until his cheeks were bulging that Loren remembered: "By the way, there is one more thing. Voldemort found me..."

He withdrew only trivial details from the information Voldemort had prepared to receive from the Azkabanese.

Dumbledore's blue eyes reflected the white mist, hazy, with his wisdom and experience, it was easy to notice that part of the content was missing.

But he was very relieved, as long as Loren's heart was still bright, having a little secret was not a big deal.

"Well, if he wants to save it, let him save it." Dumbledore said leisurely.

"Ok?"

"After all, I'm not an official of the Ministry of Magic. I can't stop him, can I?" Dumbledore spoke like a naughty child.

So Loren understood, this old silver coin wants to use his tricks...

The two people's minds slowly focused on the last few pieces of cockroaches. They chewed faster in their mouths while staring at each other, for fear that the other person would eat one more piece than themselves.He also talks from time to time to divert the other person's attention and slow down the other person's ability to destroy the candies.

The little wizard asked hastily: "Hmm—are the distinctive qualities of those famous wizards really related to magic, I mean, is the love you have been advocating really magical?"

The old wizard raised his eyebrows, hurriedly swallowed the candy in his mouth and stuffed another piece: "Of course, love in the heart is the most powerful magic power."

……

The snow outside the window kept falling, as if to bury the whole world in a piece of pure white.

In 1992, it came to an end in such swirling snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)