Chapter 284 I’M Going To Crush Lockhart’S Balls!

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, fifth floor.

Curse damage department.

Wait until Blake arrives on the fifth floor.

Only then did I realize that I might have been thinking too much.

In fact, there is only one permanent ward on the entire fifth floor.

That was the "Janus Sitch Ward", also known as Ward 49.

Blake knew that Sheng Ge liked to name the wards after people...

Since there is only one permanent ward, naturally we have to arrange it in one room.

Dumbledore really didn't make any special arrangements.

However, there are indeed very few people who can be admitted to the permanent ward.

After all, with the healing abilities of wizards.

There are still very few diseases that cannot be solved at all.

And brain problems are one of them.

Theresa Pye brought several people to the fifth floor.

He turned around and left.

Because she had been notified.

If a boy calling himself Blake Green comes.

Just take them up and leave without disturbing them.

Blake pushed open the door to the fifth floor corridor.

The entire corridor is not long.

It looks like there are only two rooms.

One room appeared to be where the attending physician stayed.

The other room is the permanent ward.

Blake passed by the attending doctor's office.

The office door is open, but there is no one inside.

Blake noticed that the tea was still steaming on the table.

Obviously, the attending doctor left in a hurry.

It seemed that Dumbledore managed the whole day very well.

Blake brought Nagini and Lao Rep to Ward No. 49, and then opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Blake saw a person squatting on the coffee table next to him.

It was a middle-aged man with messy hair, a sallow face, and a sad face.

At this time, he was wearing a hospital gown and squatting on the coffee table attentively, looking forward, motionless.

The poor coffee table was so heavy that his legs were bent.

"What are you doing?" Blake asked.

The man didn't move his head and turned his eyes to look at Blake.

Then he immediately looked ahead, ignoring Blake's question.

"Aren't you tired from squatting like this?"

Blake continued to ask.

The man still ignored me.

But Blake seemed to want to confront him.

"If you break the coffee table, do you want to pay for it?"

The man finally couldn't help it anymore, "The coffee table broke under the pressure. It can be repaired with a repair spell. Why should I pay for it?"

Blake was surprised740 and said: "You even know this, then you have no problem!"

The man glanced at Blake: "I'm a psycho, not a fool."

Blake felt like he was being looked down upon by a psycho.

"Your name is Broderick Bird?"

Blake thought of the name the trainee therapist had announced downstairs.

"No, I'm just a teapot."

"You keep talking to a teapot, I think you are crazy.

Hear this man's answer.

Blake remembered.

There is another patient in the permanent ward.

After being injured by a Death Eater, he lost the ability to speak, and he always thought he was a teapot...

In the end, he was strangled to death by a pot of devil's net sent into St. Mungo's by Death Eaters.

But this girl speaks very smoothly! Why has she lost her ability to speak?

Blake was confused on the spot.

etc………

Blake suddenly remembered something.

If he remembered correctly, this guy originally worked in the Department of Mysteries, and...

It was at the end of 1995 that he was sent to the permanent ward!

But it’s only 1992 now...Why did this guy come in early?

Could it be that his arrival caused the butterfly's wings to flap a few times and inadvertently changed something?

"You're not a teapot, Bode, you can't pour tea." Blake said tentatively.

"I can. Bode is confident.

"you can?"

"You do not believe?"

"I do not believe!"

"I'll show you." Then Bode began to loosen his pants...

"Stop! I believe it..."

Old Lepp next to him was laughing so hard that he was out of breath.

From the moment he saw Blake, he always looked confident.

This was the first time he saw this young man deflated.

Even Nagini couldn't help but smile.

Blake said calmly: "Psychosis is indeed invincible, but... you wait, I will cure you later... I hope you will still be so stubborn."

Ward No. 49 is actually a large ward.

Each patient is separated by only a cubicle.

The bed by the door is Bode's.

It's just that he prefers to be a teapot on the coffee table, but he never rests in bed.

The second compartment has two beds.

There are two people sitting on each side, one on the left and one on the right.

This is a man and woman, but they are sitting quietly on their bed in a daze.

Neither crying nor fussing, and of course not talking...

Blake could see no sparkle in their eyes, only endless emptiness.

It seems that the soul has been lost.

The woman was holding a candy wrapper in her hand...

Blake understood that these must be Neville's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom.

He just glanced at it and frowned slightly.

The souls in their bodies are actually somewhat ruined...

Overall, it's a bit tricky, but it's not impossible...

After Blake took another look, he started walking again and came to the next cubicle.

The next compartment also has two beds.

It's just that compared to the Longbottoms, these two people are in much better condition.

These are two witches with withered looks. I think they have suffered a lot.

So thin that I became like this.

At this time, one of them was learning to write.

The other one was sitting on the table with flowers.

After noticing someone coming.

The two of them looked at the Blake trio blankly at the same time.

But Blake saw confusion in their eyes.

They don't remember anything anymore......

However, overall, their symptoms should be the mildest in the entire permanent ward.

It's just a memory problem.

It seems that the attending physician can only ask them to relearn some skills to try to retrieve the lost memory.

This can be regarded as a solution that is not a solution.

Re-learning and re-understanding is difficult and time-consuming.

But... I've almost learned it, even if I can't restore my memory through this method.

You can also have a new start.

However, now that Blake is here, they will not let the two of them continue to be in such a hazy state.

Who can do the feats described in Lockhart's book and who is weak?

They should have a brighter future!

Blake turned around and looked at Old Rep.

Old Lepp said: "I'm going to watch the wind."

With that said, he was about to walk towards the door.

"No need." Blake stopped Old Lepp directly.

"In case anyone disturbs..."

"How can soul magic be such an inconvenience?"

I have been practicing with Voldemort's remnant soul for more than a year.

With Blake's qualifications.

Soul magic has long been at the highest level of proficiency.

I want to restore the memories of these two people.

Even easier than curing that lunatic who thinks he is a teapot.

Blake and Nagini looked at each other.

Nagini nodded, then lowered his head and dug out two packages in his backpack.

Old Lepp knew that there was a suit of clothes and a wand...

Blake pulled out his wand and walked towards the two witches.

Old Repp took out his pipe and subconsciously wanted to take a few puffs.

But remembering that this was a hospital, he still held back.

He was actually looking forward to it.

Because as soon as he woke up, his memory came back.

How Blake operated, he had no idea.

So, now is a chance to see Blake's methods clearly.

Of course he wouldn't want to miss it.

Old Lepp wanted to know how his memory was restored.

I saw Blake approaching two ignorant witches.

"I'm here to help you recover your memory. You may fall asleep for a while, but when you wake up, you will remember everything.

After Blake finished speaking, he stretched out his wand and tapped the two of them on their foreheads.

Old Rip keenly noticed that the tip of Blake's wand emitted a little faint purple light.

The purple light penetrated behind the foreheads of the two witches.

The two witches fainted instantly.

Nagini stepped forward quickly.

Help carry the two witches back to bed and lie down.

Old Repp had a pipe in his mouth and looked at Blake who turned around in astonishment.

"Um, are we about to start? Do you need my help?"

"Help? No, it's over."

"What? It's over?!"

Old Repp's old pipe fell to the ground again.

This time, the old pipe couldn't hold on any longer and broke into two halves.

Blake pointed with her wand.

The old pipe automatically flew back into Old Lepp's hand.

On the way back, the old pipe was repaired.

Old Rip held his pipe.

"I just blinked my eyes and you solved it?"

"Because it's not complicated in the first place." Blake explained.

"The Forgetting Curse only silenced part of their souls."

“I just need to give their souls a little kick.

"Their souls will naturally be rekindled

"There is a problem with the machine, then try restarting it, it will work!"

Old Lepp took a long drag on his pipe, and then realized that it was not lit.

"Although it doesn't sound very understandable, but...it does seem useful..."

Old Rip noticed that one of the witches' eyes had reopened.

However, this time, there was no trace of confusion in her eyes anymore...

"My name is Agnes. I did drive out female ghosts in Bandon..."

...I thought he was a good guy. "

Agnes looked at Blake pale.

Telling how he was assassinated by Lockhart.

"Well...then you need to practice your ability to read people." Blake said.

Agnes is the same as old Lepp.

After recovering his memory, the memories of these years at St. Mungo's have not been forgotten.

Including what Blake said before treating them.

Therefore, as soon as she woke up, she remembered what Blake had done to treat her just now.

Therefore, when Agnes first woke up and remembered everything, she was full of gratitude to Blake.

It was at that time that Blake included her in the directory.

Although her attribute feedback is not as perverted as that of Old Lepp.

But it's also pretty good.

Blake estimated that her abilities should be about the same as Snape's.

Needless to say, his ability to hide bats is still very good.

If Old Rep is an SSR character, then Agnes is an SR character.

At this time, the other witch also opened her eyes.

She looked at her surroundings blankly, and then looked at the vase where she had just practiced arranging flowers.

Her eyes suddenly became moist.

She looked at Blake, "It feels so good to think about it..."

"My name is Agatha, and since you saved me, I will do whatever you want me to do from now on.

Blake was shocked, it seemed that he hadn't even accepted it... but he had already started to pledge his allegiance to it?

"Ding! Followers who voluntarily follow the host have been detected. Will the host include them?"

At this time, the system's prompt tone came belatedly.

When Blake looked at the sharp light in the eyes of the witch named Agatha in front of him.

My heart moved slightly.

"What...did you do before?"

Ordinary witches, no matter how powerful they are, would not have such eyes.

Therefore, Blake believes that this witch is not simple.

"I'm a bounty hunter," Agatha said. "What I do is accept commissions and collect bounties.

"...I had just hunted down a dominatrix who had committed many evil deeds when Lockhart was coaxing me with words."

At this time, Blake's feedback on Agatha's attributes came.

The skyrocketing attributes make Blake feel comfortable all over

The level is not much lower than Lao Lepp’s feedback that day!

Yeah...it's another SSR level...

The hag is a humanoid creature that looks ugly, similar to the old witch in fairy tales.

In fact, if you really want to blend into the wizard group, it is really difficult to identify them.

Because they can also use magic...

So, according to what is written in the book...Agatha can stay in a dominatrix settlement for several days, then kill their leader and leave unscathed.

It is enough to prove that this witch is brave, resourceful and powerful.

Blake sighed softly.

It seems that his vision is too short.

There are more powerful wizards in this world than just the few he knows...

Old Rip alone is not much inferior to Dumbledore.

I don’t know if old Rip can beat Grindelwald.

Blake couldn't help but think secretly.

"Then...how did you get attacked by Lockhart?"

"Crack!" The vase in Agatha's hand was crushed...

"That despicable guy...he said he was a writer after hearing me tell that story."

"He took out a hundred gold galleons and sent me a commission."

Agatha gritted her teeth and said: "He asked me to teach him how to duel, and then