I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world - Chapter 386

c382 frightened by one’s own thoughts

The next morning, Ian sat up from the bed refreshed.

Maybe it was because he had been a little too hard last night, but Hermione didn’t make any noise in the morning, so he finally fell asleep and woke up naturally.

Looking at the sleeping figure next to him, and with a chuckle, Ian quietly slid down from the bed.

But then he showed an annoyed expression.

“Empiricism kills…”

Only then did he remember that he didn’t need to be so cautious and just used the magic nebula to fly directly off the bed.

But the matter has come to this, and this method can only be saved for next time.

…

After washing up, Ian went to the living room on the first floor. Not surprisingly, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were not at home. They also had a deep understanding of hamsters and went out every day to search for supplies.

In the dining room, Ian smiled as he looked at the breakfast placed on the table. No matter how busy he was, Mrs. Granger could never forget to prepare breakfast for him.

After eating breakfast and leaving a note for Hermione in the living room, Ian went to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies alone.

Having said all the words yesterday, he also planned to take a look at Lockhart, whether it could be cured or not, that was at least fulfilling his promise.

“boom!”

With a faint sound, Ian disappeared from the spot.

…

This large general hospital, built at the end of the 16th century by Mungo Bohan, can be said to be the face of England.

The pattern of a bone and a wand intersecting has become a holy place of healing in the hearts of almost all wizards in the British Isles. Many people can feel a sense of security just by seeing the badge.

This shows the reputation and prestige of St. Mungo’s Hospital, which is why it attracts a large number of donations every year.

Although St. Mungo’s is rarely mentioned in the original book, if you look closely, the reputation of this hospital is actually not inferior to Hogwarts.

Looking at the red brick department store at the entrance and the ‘Closed for Renovation’ sign hanging on the door, Ian knew he was in the right place.

After opening the door and explaining his purpose to the ugly doll in the window, Ian walked through the glass window and arrived at the hospital reception hall under the guidance of the doll.

Following the instructions on the sign, Ian went all the way to the Curse Injury Department on the fifth floor, which specializes in treating wizards who have caused injuries by using curses indiscriminately.

Quickly walk to the information desk.

“Hello, I’m here to see Lockhart, Gerald Lockhart!”

The person who responded to Ian was a fat blond witch.

“It’s strange that there are still people looking at this liar.” The fat witch muttered in a low voice, then opened the notebook on the table.

“Lockhart, Ward 49.”

After that, the fat witch stopped talking and didn’t take the initiative to give directions.

It was obvious to her that the people who could visit Lockhart were almost all Lockhart’s kind.

“Thank you!” After thanking him, Ian turned and left, looking for Ward 49 in the corridor.

He could actually understand the nurse’s attitude. Is Lockhart really doing harm to others, modifying his memory? No matter where he is, he is deeply hated.

What’s even more egregious is that the memory modified by Lockhart’s hand is basically permanently damaged and cannot be restored.

Seriously, what’s the difference between this and killing someone? Are you still the same person who has lost your memory?

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“46, 47, 48…”

Along the way, Ian finally found the door of Ward No. 49 in the most remote corner.

“Knock! Knock!”

After knocking politely on the door a few times, without waiting for a response, Ian pushed the door open and entered.

There is no way, from Fudge’s description, Lockhart is now almost a fool, without any ability to take care of himself.

With dry and messy blond hair, sunken eye sockets, dull pupils, and a mouth that was still drooling, Ian also lamented that fate plays tricks on people.

Do you have any compassion? Yes! But not much.

Facing a fool, Ian had no idea of ​​saying hello. Just wave the wand, and the azure magic nebula instantly fills the entire ward.

He is not a therapist, nor is he proficient in healing magic. However, regarding his understanding of the soul and brain, Ian can responsibly say that he now belongs to the top echelon in the magic world.

At this moment, Lockhart, who was wrapped in the magic nebula, had numerous small black lines appearing on his body. At first glance, he looked like a piece of broken porcelain.

“It’s not like dark magic…interesting!”

Ian was intrigued by the scene in front of him, but at the same time he was certain of one thing: the culprit causing Lockhart’s stupidity was not Dementors.

Because Lockhart’s soul is always in a state of extreme chaos. Let alone Dementors at this point, even if Ian takes action himself, he may not be able to trick people into such a bad way.

It was like smashing the soul into pieces, throwing it into a blender, stirring it like crazy for a while, and stuffing it into the body haphazardly. It was already a miracle that it was still alive.

“What did you change randomly…”

Ian narrowed his eyes and looked at Lockhart cautiously.

In order to avoid the Dementors sucking up happy emotions, Lockhart must have modified his memory.

But… what makes Ian confused is what exactly the other party touched, or what kind of memory did he get for himself by some strange combination of circumstances?

The world of idealism, the magic of idealism, and memory is the actual reflection of a person’s heart.

This is most vividly reflected in the practical happiness spell.

Magic changes mood, and conversely mood can also affect magic. The Patronus Charm is also an example. In the original book, after Fred died, George could no longer use the Patronus Charm.

Regarding Lockhart, after repeated examinations, Ian came to the same conclusion as St. Mungo’s Hospital: there was no way to treat him and he could only wait to die.

But Lockhart’s experience also opened a window for Ian.

If you don’t use memory magic well, the price will be to break yourself into pieces. So what if you use it well?

In this magical world, if you completely modify your memory so that there are no emotions or memories, only pure and extreme emotions are left, and then you can release the magic corresponding to the emotions with all your strength…

“I’m so busy!” Ian sighed, and then he realized that this was the path Voldemort took.

While retaining reason, superfluous emotions were eliminated, leaving only the ultimate killing, and finally allowed the incomplete soul to complete its transformation.

But soon, Ian thought of Voldemort’s experience, which was the transformation from the third level to the fourth level of blood.

What if he also imitates Voldemort? You must know that the starting point of his first acquaintance is the fourth level of soul transformation…

“I must be crazy…it seems I can’t stay with a fool like you for too long.”

Ian glanced at Lockhart with disgust, and without any extra action, he opened the door and left.

He was also frightened by the thought he just had. Wouldn’t he be able to live a good life? Learn from Voldemort and eliminate emotions? No matter how you look at it, it looks like the actions of a madman.

After leaving the ward and going to the tea room and shop on the sixth floor, Ian asked the waiter for paper and pen after ordering a cup of warm black tea.

Simply send a letter to Fudge to tell him about his diagnosis, and at the same time let him give up and stop ‘missing’ Lockhart.