Chapter 341 The Fortune Teller’s Sun

Because of Madam Pomfrey's reminder, Harry realized how terrible it was to be mentally controlled.

He didn't care to argue with Robert about them telling Ginny. This was something he couldn't handle, so he hurriedly went to find Ginny with Hermione.

However, he still underestimated how terrifying the name "Imperius Curse" was.

After hearing the news, the Weasleys rushed over immediately, and even Minister of Magic Fudge personally went to Hogwarts Castle to inquire about the matter.

Being stared at by so many big shots, the little girl Ginny almost collapsed. Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore came back in the end. After he and some therapists confirmed that Ginny had indeed been cast with mind control magic.

Therefore, Ginny, who had only attended classes for one and a half semester, was quickly sent to St. Mungo's, and Ron, who was in a coma, was also taken away.

Because according to the therapists' point of view, although he has not been subjected to serious mind control magic, he has already been affected by it. They must take the person back and try to eliminate those effects.

"This time we were lucky. We discovered it early and treated her in time. In fact, the little girl is already in some danger. Her vitality has begun to be consumed. Of course, we will definitely be able to cure her. But you must take care of her carefully in the future. Good for them." The old therapist said in a serious tone, "A person who has been controlled once can easily be controlled a second time, or even a third time."

"Is this so dangerous?" Harry was dumbfounded. He had wanted to help Ginny and Ron hide these things. God, if Hermione and Robert hadn't insisted again and again, he might have become a sinner. Then he How should we face the Weasley family in the future?

"Human consciousness is like a glass ball." The therapist conjured up a glass ball. "If someone invades the consciousness and controls it, it will look like this." He tapped the surface of the glass ball with his wand. , a small hole broke into it.

"Although we can barely patch it up." Then he waved his magic wand and blocked the small hole with plasticine. "But you have to know that in front of the masters who play with people's hearts, this blocked place is so obvious. ...Then, they can do this..." He put the wand against the plasticine, and some water flowed into the glass ball along the invisible gaps. After a while, the plasticine melted, and the glass ball was filled. A lot of water went in.

After the demonstration, he put away the glass ball, "The only good thing is that wizards have unique advantages in restoring consciousness. To put it simply, Miss Weasley needs time. Time can repair the gap opened by violence. All you have to do is protect her and don’t let her get hurt again until it’s repaired.”

Harry breathed a huge sigh of relief, and then he looked at the old therapist with some confusion, "Well, what about Ron?"

"Mr. Weasley just needs to rest." The old therapist said with a smile, "Because it was discovered early, he currently has no irreversible injuries."

Harry felt relieved and at the same time determined to study more. If Hermione and Robert hadn't been there, he might have helped Ginny and Ron hide the fact that they had been controlled by others. What would happen next? What.

Ginny or Ron unconscious forever?

Or will the two of them become dementia from now on?

Harry didn't dare think about it anymore. The matter in the Chamber of Secrets had come to an end. Dumbledore had returned to the school. Malfoy, who had threatened all the directors, had been removed from the title of director, and his notebook had been handed over to the principal.

"Harry!" Someone called him from a distance, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Ernie. He trotted up to Harry, lowered his head, bowed to him and apologized, "I'm sorry, I made random guesses about you before... I, I was really too scared, so I spoke indiscriminately and caused you a lot of trouble, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Harry said, dumbfounded, "You, haven't you apologized before?"

Ernie scratched his head and did not say that he was just under pressure last time. In fact, he had no intention of apologizing at all. Harry also pretended that he did not know this.

"By the way, the principal is looking for you. He asked me to tell you that he likes cockroaches." After saying that, Ernie left, and Harry muttered to himself doubtfully, "Principal Dumbledore? What do you want from me?"

Sybill Trelawney is a witch with a poor temperament, and "I am poor" is written all over her body. However, as a diviner who is proficient in special divination and is extremely talented, Professor Trelawney She had to equip herself with a lot of sparkling props, and those props were all fragile alchemy supplies and expensive ones, which made Professor Trelawney a little bit overwhelmed.

Want to restore alchemical items with a Restoration Spell?

At least he must be an expert like Professor Flitwick!

Sybil had long since lost hope in her level of magic, so she could only accept her fate and buy it.

On this day, on a whim, she found out after divination that a like-minded person was coming to visit. So, she gritted her teeth and with pain, took out a small bag from under a large pile of tea leaves. After opening the layers of the package, she found the one in the middle. It's a very beautiful cardboard box.

With trembling hands, he opened the carton, revealing the tightly packed tea leaves inside.

This thing is her treasure. She only dares to buy a little bit of it in a year, and she can only drink it twice.

Professor Trelawney quickly prepared tea and waited for her to pack away the two wool mats. There was a knock on the door, "Hello, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, I have taken the liberty to come here..."

When Sybil got excited, she stretched out her hand and opened the door, which startled the person at the door.

Seeing a woman wearing huge old-fashioned glasses appear in front of him, Professor Lockhart was startled, and then he realized that this was Professor Trelawney.

"Um, hello, ma'am..." Lockhart was a little at a loss. After all, the women he knew would subconsciously tidy themselves up. People like Sybil, who was wearing something she knitted casually, looked very skilled. This is the first time a poor woolen waistcoat has come to see him.

Lockhart instantly felt fresh and wanted to get to know this witch who was about the same age as him. Although he didn't seem to have seen each other when he was in school, wouldn't he get to know each other after they communicated with each other?

It was the first time that Sybil saw such a handsome man. His blond hair seemed to exude the light of the sun. Perhaps his ancestors were priests of the sun god. Sybil had no ability to resist the sun-like young man. Subconsciously, She asked, "Would you like to have a cup of afternoon tea?"

"My pleasure, madam!" Lockhart's eyes lit up and he walked in. The door of the Divination classroom slowly closed behind him.