Chapter 418: O lusive erebral Surgery
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This Christmas night at Hogwarts was not peaceful. Many students were awakened by the explosion and were at a loss. Fortunately, the professors played a role. Therefore, although they were a little dissatisfied, they climbed into bed and continued to sleep.
Several little wizards secretly vowed before closing their eyes that they must find out the truth about the night as soon as they get up tomorrow. The noise in the castle gradually subsided, and only the school hospital was still brightly lit.
"You must drink the medicine and lie down in bed with peace of mind. If tomorrow morning is no problem, I will allow you to leave." Mrs. Pomfrey stood between the two hospital beds with a glass of shining potion in one hand, her eyes like an eagle. Same.
Harry and Ron drank the potion tremblingly, and when the liquid in the glass slid through the eyes of their throats-although it felt completely different-it still reminded Harry of the memory in the dream. He endured the nausea. "Grumbling. Toot" finished it in one breath.
Madam Pomfrey left with satisfaction.
She walked out of the ward, closed the door, and then went to the intensive care unit. There were two patients waiting for her. Barty Crouch was severely traumatized both physically and mentally. She could only try to repair his body. Alastor Moody's physical condition was slightly better, but the mental damage should not be underestimated.
She was still thinking about her thoughts as she walked, hesitating to learn from Felix. As time goes by, Felix Haipu’s another identity and the reputation of a master of memory have become more and more popular. Many people speculate that he must be one of the first batch of chocolate frog cards in the new century.
At the corner of the corridor, Madam Pomfrey saw Dumbledore, Felix, and McGonagall standing at the door of the intensive care unit.
"Poppi, you came right in time," Dumbledore said with a smile, looking in a good mood. "Felix just diagnosed Barty and Alastor and dealt with the most difficult problem, but it will take a while. It took a short time to recover."
Madam Pomfrey looked at Felix subconsciously. In her heart, this talent was an authority.
Felix nodded slightly and explained: "Mr. Crouch has been under the control of the Imperius Curse for a long time, as well as the influence of the Confusion Curse and the Heart Drilling Curse. This has caused his brain to be a little messy. Although troublesome, it is not irreversible. I suggest After a while, he will be transferred to St. Mungo for a more systematic rehabilitation."
"As for Professor Moody..." He thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I don't know if his condition is considered good. His memory has been carefully modified, and many hints have been given, such as not being checked. Own room, ignoring certain strange things, and inevitably sleeping until dawn when lying in bed... This is why Barty Crouch Jr. unscrupulously crawled into his room through the secret tunnel."
"He will lose some of his memories. As for which ones, I don't know. I think he will be disgusted by his character."
Felix looked at Dumbledore questioningly and asked for his opinion. Dumbledore shook his head slightly. He knew the character of his old friend, and his memory was enough to drive him crazy.
Madam Pomfrey said she understood. She hesitated for a while and asked: "Felix, when you come for treatment these few days, can I just watch?"
"No problem, ma'am." Felix agreed readily.
Madam Pomfrey thanked him, and then she opened the door of the intensive care unit and walked in. The other three people present could see Barty Crouch and Alastor Moody lying quietly on the bed, Professor McGonagall's lips squirming twice.
"Minerva?" Dumbledore looked at her.
"I, I don't doubt... but don't we need to do some defense? In case they are still affected by the mysterious black magic..."
"Don't worry, Minerva," Felix interjected, and he said with a smile: "I still have some confidence in memory magic, and their wands are now in the hands of the principal."
Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. They went downstairs together and was quiet for a moment. She couldn't help but said, "Albus, you shouldn't stop me from deducting points from Potter and Weasley, at least you have to confine yourself..."
Dumbledore blinked and looked at her with a smile.
"They are too reckless and might lose their lives." Professor McGonagall finished.
"Minerva, there is no need to be so strict. That child just has a sense of responsibility far beyond the ordinary." Dumbledore said softly, "For this time, they can think of using the map and the invisibility cloak. It’s an accident, and we must be decisive enough. If we delay a few minutes and spend precious time searching for the professor, maybe what we see is a different scene."
At least Moody will definitely not survive.
Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and stretched his frowning brows. "You are right."
...
Felix returned to the office. He stood at the window, recalling what Dumbledore had said to him alone.
"Felix, I want to ask you something," Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
"What is it?" Felix asked, and he had some anticipation of what's next.
They were standing on the heights of the castle, and the cold north wind was blowing hard and the window frames creaked. Dumbledore was silent for a long time, seeming to be making a lot of determination, and finally he said: "Teach Harry Occlumency."
"No problem." Felix said immediately. After waiting for a while, he asked softly, "What else?"
There was another silence--
"...Don't hurt him."
...
Felix retracted his gaze, and it was midnight now, and a faint grayish-green appeared on the horizon.
"I'm getting more sentimental, it's not like me."
"Haw!"
He lowered his head and saw Sniff Valen standing at the door of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with one hand, walking staggeringly, and drawing twice along his trouser legs, but did not climb up.
Felix laughed blankly and moved his fingertips, causing Warren to float in front of him.
"You didn't sleep? Warren, it was beyond my expectation..."
"Haw!"
Warren waved his little hand ~www.novelhall.com~ and flicked in the air, Felix looked at it intently, as if he was writing, he tried to identify the slightly deformed letters——
"gift?"
Warren nodded vigorously.
Felix asked tentatively, "Do you want to ask Granger how he felt when he received the gift?"
Nodding sniffingly, his small black eyes looked at him expectantly.
"She was overjoyed," Felix said.
Warren was very satisfied, it was one of its most cherished treasures, and his heart bleeds when he thought of sending it out. It yawned and opened his hands to hug.
Felix held Warren and put it on the cradle bed.
When he changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, his mood improved unconsciously.
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This Christmas night at Hogwarts was not peaceful. Many students were awakened by the explosion and were at a loss. Fortunately, the professors played a role. Therefore, although they were a little dissatisfied, they climbed into bed and continued to sleep.
Several little wizards secretly vowed before closing their eyes that they must find out the truth about the night as soon as they get up tomorrow. The noise in the castle gradually subsided, and only the school hospital was still brightly lit.
"You must drink the medicine and lie down in bed with peace of mind. If tomorrow morning is no problem, I will allow you to leave." Mrs. Pomfrey stood between the two hospital beds with a glass of shining potion in one hand, her eyes like an eagle. Same.
Harry and Ron drank the potion tremblingly, and when the liquid in the glass slid through the eyes of their throats-although it felt completely different-it still reminded Harry of the memory in the dream. He endured the nausea. "Grumbling. Toot" finished it in one breath.
Madam Pomfrey left with satisfaction.
She walked out of the ward, closed the door, and then went to the intensive care unit. There were two patients waiting for her. Barty Crouch was severely traumatized both physically and mentally. She could only try to repair his body. Alastor Moody's physical condition was slightly better, but the mental damage should not be underestimated.
She was still thinking about her thoughts as she walked, hesitating to learn from Felix. As time goes by, Felix Haipu’s another identity and the reputation of a master of memory have become more and more popular. Many people speculate that he must be one of the first batch of chocolate frog cards in the new century.
At the corner of the corridor, Madam Pomfrey saw Dumbledore, Felix, and McGonagall standing at the door of the intensive care unit.
"Poppi, you came right in time," Dumbledore said with a smile, looking in a good mood. "Felix just diagnosed Barty and Alastor and dealt with the most difficult problem, but it will take a while. It took a short time to recover."
Madam Pomfrey looked at Felix subconsciously. In her heart, this talent was an authority.
Felix nodded slightly and explained: "Mr. Crouch has been under the control of the Imperius Curse for a long time, as well as the influence of the Confusion Curse and the Heart Drilling Curse. This has caused his brain to be a little messy. Although troublesome, it is not irreversible. I suggest After a while, he will be transferred to St. Mungo for a more systematic rehabilitation."
"As for Professor Moody..." He thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I don't know if his condition is considered good. His memory has been carefully modified, and many hints have been given, such as not being checked. Own room, ignoring certain strange things, and inevitably sleeping until dawn when lying in bed... This is why Barty Crouch Jr. unscrupulously crawled into his room through the secret tunnel."
"He will lose some of his memories. As for which ones, I don't know. I think he will be disgusted by his character."
Felix looked at Dumbledore questioningly and asked for his opinion. Dumbledore shook his head slightly. He knew the character of his old friend, and his memory was enough to drive him crazy.
Madam Pomfrey said she understood. She hesitated for a while and asked: "Felix, when you come for treatment these few days, can I just watch?"
"No problem, ma'am." Felix agreed readily.
Madam Pomfrey thanked him, and then she opened the door of the intensive care unit and walked in. The other three people present could see Barty Crouch and Alastor Moody lying quietly on the bed, Professor McGonagall's lips squirming twice.
"Minerva?" Dumbledore looked at her.
"I, I don't doubt... but don't we need to do some defense? In case they are still affected by the mysterious black magic..."
"Don't worry, Minerva," Felix interjected, and he said with a smile: "I still have some confidence in memory magic, and their wands are now in the hands of the principal."
Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. They went downstairs together and was quiet for a moment. She couldn't help but said, "Albus, you shouldn't stop me from deducting points from Potter and Weasley, at least you have to confine yourself..."
Dumbledore blinked and looked at her with a smile.
"They are too reckless and might lose their lives." Professor McGonagall finished.
"Minerva, there is no need to be so strict. That child just has a sense of responsibility far beyond the ordinary." Dumbledore said softly, "For this time, they can think of using the map and the invisibility cloak. It’s an accident, and we must be decisive enough. If we delay a few minutes and spend precious time searching for the professor, maybe what we see is a different scene."
At least Moody will definitely not survive.
Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and stretched his frowning brows. "You are right."
...
Felix returned to the office. He stood at the window, recalling what Dumbledore had said to him alone.
"Felix, I want to ask you something," Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
"What is it?" Felix asked, and he had some anticipation of what's next.
They were standing on the heights of the castle, and the cold north wind was blowing hard and the window frames creaked. Dumbledore was silent for a long time, seeming to be making a lot of determination, and finally he said: "Teach Harry Occlumency."
"No problem." Felix said immediately. After waiting for a while, he asked softly, "What else?"
There was another silence--
"...Don't hurt him."
...
Felix retracted his gaze, and it was midnight now, and a faint grayish-green appeared on the horizon.
"I'm getting more sentimental, it's not like me."
"Haw!"
He lowered his head and saw Sniff Valen standing at the door of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with one hand, walking staggeringly, and drawing twice along his trouser legs, but did not climb up.
Felix laughed blankly and moved his fingertips, causing Warren to float in front of him.
"You didn't sleep? Warren, it was beyond my expectation..."
"Haw!"
Warren waved his little hand ~www.novelhall.com~ and flicked in the air, Felix looked at it intently, as if he was writing, he tried to identify the slightly deformed letters——
"gift?"
Warren nodded vigorously.
Felix asked tentatively, "Do you want to ask Granger how he felt when he received the gift?"
Nodding sniffingly, his small black eyes looked at him expectantly.
"She was overjoyed," Felix said.
Warren was very satisfied, it was one of its most cherished treasures, and his heart bleeds when he thought of sending it out. It yawned and opened his hands to hug.
Felix held Warren and put it on the cradle bed.
When he changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, his mood improved unconsciously.
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This Christmas night at Hogwarts was not peaceful. Many students were awakened by the explosion and were at a loss. Fortunately, the professors played a role. Therefore, although they were a little dissatisfied, they climbed into bed and continued to sleep.Several little wizards secretly vowed before closing their eyes that they must find out the truth about the night as soon as they get up tomorrow. The noise in the castle gradually subsided, and only the school hospital was still brightly lit."You must drink the medicine and lie down in bed with peace of mind. If tomorrow morning is no problem, I will allow you to leave." Mrs. Pomfrey stood between the two hospital beds with a glass of shining potion in one hand, her eyes like an eagle. Same.Harry and Ron drank the potion tremblingly, and when the liquid in the glass slid through the eyes of their throats-although it felt completely different-it still reminded Harry of the memory in the dream. He endured the nausea. "Grumbling. Toot" finished it in one breath.Madam Pomfrey left with satisfaction.She walked out of the ward, closed the door, and then went to the intensive care unit. There were two patients waiting for her. Barty Crouch was severely traumatized both physically and mentally. She could only try to repair his body. Alastor Moody's physical condition was slightly better, but the mental damage should not be underestimated.She was still thinking about her thoughts as she walked, hesitating to learn from Felix. As time goes by, Felix Haipu's another identity and the reputation of a master of memory have become more and more popular. Many people speculate that he must be one of the first batch of chocolate frog cards in the new century.At the corner of the corridor, Madam Pomfrey saw Dumbledore, Felix, and McGonagall standing at the door of the intensive care unit."Poppi, you came right in time," Dumbledore said with a smile, looking in a good mood. "Felix just diagnosed Barty and Alastor and dealt with the most difficult problem, but it will take a while. It took a short time to recover."Madam Pomfrey looked at Felix subconsciously. In her heart, this talent was an authority.Felix nodded slightly and explained: "Mr. Crouch has been under the control of the Imperius Curse for a long time, as well as the influence of the Confusion Curse and the Heart Drilling Curse. This has caused his brain to be a little messy. Although troublesome, it is not irreversible. I suggest After a while, he will be transferred to St. Mungo for a more systematic rehabilitation.""As for Professor Moody..." He thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I don't know if his condition is considered good. His memory has been carefully modified, and many hints have been given, such as not being checked. Own room, ignoring certain strange things, and inevitably sleeping until dawn when lying in bed... This is why Barty Crouch Jr. unscrupulously crawled into his room through the secret tunnel.""He will lose some of his memories. As for which ones, I don't know. I think he will be disgusted by his character."Felix looked at Dumbledore questioningly and asked for his opinion. Dumbledore shook his head slightly. He knew the character of his old friend, and his memory was enough to drive him crazy.Madam Pomfrey said she understood. She hesitated for a while and asked: "Felix, when you come for treatment these few days, can I just watch?""No problem, ma'am." Felix agreed readily.Madam Pomfrey thanked him, and then she opened the door of the intensive care unit and walked in. The other three people present could see Barty Crouch and Alastor Moody lying quietly on the bed, Professor McGonagall's lips squirming twice."Minerva?" Dumbledore looked at her."I, I don't doubt... but don't we need to do some defense? In case they are still affected by the mysterious black magic...""Don't worry, Minerva," Felix interjected, and he said with a smile: "I still have some confidence in memory magic, and their wands are now in the hands of the principal."Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. They went downstairs together and was quiet for a moment. She couldn't help but said, "Albus, you shouldn't stop me from deducting points from Potter and Weasley, at least you have to confine yourself..."Dumbledore blinked and looked at her with a smile."They are too reckless and might lose their lives." Professor McGonagall finished."Minerva, there is no need to be so strict. That child just has a sense of responsibility far beyond the ordinary." Dumbledore said softly, "For this time, they can think of using the map and the invisibility cloak. It's an accident, and we must be decisive enough. If we delay a few minutes and spend precious time searching for the professor, maybe what we see is a different scene."At least Moody will definitely not survive.Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and stretched his frowning brows. "You are right."...Felix returned to the office. He stood at the window, recalling what Dumbledore had said to him alone."Felix, I want to ask you something," Dumbledore said in a deep voice."What is it?" Felix asked, and he had some anticipation of what's next.They were standing on the heights of the castle, and the cold north wind was blowing hard and the window frames creaked. Dumbledore was silent for a long time, seeming to be making a lot of determination, and finally he said: "Teach Harry Occlumency.""No problem." Felix said immediately. After waiting for a while, he asked softly, "What else?"There was another silence--"...Don't hurt him."...Felix retracted his gaze, and it was midnight now, and a faint grayish-green appeared on the horizon."I'm getting more sentimental, it's not like me.""Haw!"He lowered his head and saw Sniff Valen standing at the door of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with one hand, walking staggeringly, and drawing twice along his trouser legs, but did not climb up.Felix laughed blankly and moved his fingertips, causing Warren to float in front of him."You didn't sleep? Warren, it was beyond my expectation...""Haw!"Warren waved his little hand ~www.novelhall.com~ and flicked in the air, Felix looked at it intently, as if he was writing, he tried to identify the slightly deformed letters"gift?"Warren nodded vigorously.Felix asked tentatively, "Do you want to ask Granger how he felt when he received the gift?"Nodding sniffingly, his small black eyes looked at him expectantly."She was overjoyed," Felix said.Warren was very satisfied, it was one of its most cherished treasures, and his heart bleeds when he thought of sending it out. It yawned and opened his hands to hug.Felix held Warren and put it on the cradle bed.When he changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, his mood improved unconsciously.7017k
