A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Half an hour later, Felix and Mrs. Longbottom were standing in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store with a plaque showing it's name 'Tao Tao Co., Ltd.', looking decayed and deserted, and hanging on the dusty door. With the big sign "closed for renovation".

Felix was looking through the window, looking at the tattered plastic dummies in front of him. One was the ugliest, her movements were crooked, her eyelashes were glued to her face, and she was wearing a green nylon skirt.

"I guess it's never been open here?" he said affirmatively.

"What nonsense, the Ministry of Magic has spent a lot of time trying to find a suitable place," said the old lady Longbottom absentmindedly, her hands tangled together, constantly rubbing the string of the red pocket in her hand, "You really Are you sure, Professor Hepp? I've been through so many disappointments over the years."

"I can't give a definite answer, ma'am. This is a compensation measure I thought of temporarily. After all, my request may seem... not so human." Felix said.

The old lady Longbottom pursed her lips: "The magic riot you mentioned... Are you sure there is no danger?"

"Is the magical riots of little wizards in the process of growing up dangerous?" Felix asked rhetorically.

The old lady Longbottom said with a serious expression: "You asked about my blind spot of knowledge. My experience tells me that every little wizard will go through this step, and it is not worrying. But man-made magic riots..." She shook her head. Shaking his head, it seemed incredible.

Felix explained: "Ma'am, it may be that I have a special constitution, I have experienced more than one magical riot myself, and although the process was very uncomfortable, I also benefited from it.

In fact, I recognized its value early on and made possible guesses. It's just that this experience belongs only to me, and there is no other supporting evidence. It wasn't until this summer that I finally came across a very rare example. "

Mrs. Longbottom pursed her lips. "If you can cure... no, I won't ask for more, but I need Dumbledore to be there, and I trust him."

Felix curled his lips, "No problem, ma'am."

The old lady Longbottom said to the particularly ugly dummy: "I'm here to visit Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom." The dummy nodded slightly and waved to them.

The two immediately passed through the window glass and entered the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Felix found himself in a waiting room, and he looked around with interest: a dozen witches and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs, and two therapists in green robes recorded their symptoms.

In the front left is the information desk, a blond-haired woman stands behind, and there is a long line in front of her. Behind the woman is the emblem of St. Mungo's, an interdigitated wand and bone pattern.

The surrounding walls are covered with portraits of therapists and some slogans.

At this moment, a middle-aged wizard showed his right hand to the healer. A black kettle was bitten on it, and dark green blood oozes from the wound. He shouted angrily——

"Can't you see - damn, I'm cursed - birthday present sent to me anonymously - don't let me know who it is! Whoops - this stupid kettle -" He kept shaking his arms.

"Don't move, you're shaking so much that I can't see clearly." The young therapist holding the tablet looked carefully for a moment, "You're going to the Magic Injury Department on the fifth floor."

Felix reads the signs: Artifact Accidents Section - 1st Floor (explosion of cauldrons, misfire of wand, collision of brooms, etc.);

Biological Injury Section - Second Floor (stings, burns, stabs, etc.);

Department of Strange Bacterial Infections - the third floor (infectious diseases such as dragon pox, vanishing disease, lymphomycitis, etc.);

Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Section - Fourth Floor (rashes, nausea, laughter, etc.);

Spell Damage Section - Fifth Floor (Spells that can't be removed, Wrong Spells, etc.);

Tea room and shop - sixth floor.

"We're going to the fifth floor," Mrs Longbottom said to him, and they went up a crooked staircase to the fifth floor landing, past some double-door wards, until they saw a long room— - The doors here are locked.

A therapist with a filigree wreath on his head came out of the closed ward and greeted with a smile: "Mrs Longbottom, come to see your family? I'll take you in."

"Thank you, Meliam."

Melaum, the therapist, chanted "Araho Hole," and led them into the room, past several beds, to the innermost—where there were two beds enclosed by flower curtains.

She lifted the curtain and said cheerfully, "Frank, Alice, your mother has come to see you again."

Felix was seeing the Longbottoms for the first time. Both of them were wearing pajamas, their faces were thin and haggard, and their hair was half gray. Neville's father sat dazedly at the head of the bed, as if he could sit like this for a long time, with his eyes rolling; Neville's mother reacted more clearly. Holding a snack bag in his hand, he read it carefully.

Neither of them responded to the therapist's words.

"She was really just looking at the pattern on it," the therapist said. "Most of the memory is gone, you should understand."

"Mellam..." said old Mrs. Longbottom. "Can you give us some time?"

"No problem." She closed the curtain and left.

The old lady Longbottom walked to the hospital bed, took Neville's mother's hand, and stroked the dry hair on her head, "This is also one of the sequelae of the Cruciatus Curse. It ages faster than the average person. I am worried that they will go ahead of me..."

"If you don't mind, ma'am?" Felix asked softly.

"What, oh, of course, what do I need to do?" asked the old lady Longbottom nervously.

"I don't need anything..." Felix snapped his fingers lightly, and suddenly turned around, everything in the room was distorted, colors and shapes were entangled, like some kind of abstract painting.

But soon, everything was back to normal, no, not normal, Felix had a serious look, and he tried to pull Neville's father into the Thinking Cabin, which he did partially--

In the half of the space that belongs to him, there is no problem at all, but in the other half, there is nothing but a broken world: in his sight is a black as tranquil as the stars of the universe, darker than the thickest ink, a large area of ​​memory Hanging in mid-air, they were torn apart, like a veil that had been torn apart.

Felix stood at the edge of the room, looking at this extremely bizarre scene, the faint fluorescence flashed sporadic images from time to time, there were men and women——

A baby with a small round face, old lady Longbottom, a few ferocious faces, Dumbledore, an ugly man with fake eyes, Lupin, a man who looks a lot like a grown-up Potter...

The one who appeared most was a woman with a round, friendly face. She looked very young and her eyes were very gentle. Even if her appearance changed, Felix recognized her at a glance - Alice Longbottom , sitting on the hospital bed next to him.