Chapter 326: Lockhart's story

"Maybe." He sighed.
Nowadays, it looks like someone who likes to show off, make all kinds of grandiose events, and sensationalize.
He felt the weight of life.
"All gifts from destiny have already secretly marked the price."
Maybe this is the price of his power?
After leaving Hogwarts, he held many signings, which attracted the attention of many girls and even middle-aged women.
Then he suddenly fainted at a signing meeting and was sent to the hospital, faded out of sight, and eventually disappeared.
Looking at the terrible aging man in front of her, it seemed that a string in Hermione's head was suddenly connected, like a rapid current passing across it.
The memory that someone was dusting in the box seemed to be bouncing around, and it might burst out of a closed corner at any time.
She took a soft breath and then was ready to ask more in-depth things.
For example, the truth of the secret room?
That distant memory, she still wants to try to find it.
"What happened in the back room at that time." Hermione asked directly.
Lockhart's face suddenly stiffened.
Dumbledore's warning was vivid.
And he didn't know the truth, but he vaguely felt that he could not afford the truth.
"You are keen, Miss Granger." Guidro Lockhart praised, but it's just a pity, I don't know more, sorry. "He apologized.
"Luo..." Hermione wanted to say something. She was taken aback by the sudden noise from behind, and was interrupted before she spoke.
"But I found you, Hermione, why are you here? We are all worried about you." This is Ron's voice, with the Weasley brothers standing behind her, and she was hurriedly left by the three people. , Did not even say goodbye to Lockhart.
Ron and the twins appeared panicked, perhaps not without much scolding from Mrs. Weasley.
They didn't even notice that the patient in the door was their former teacher.
They walked down to the second floor lightly and quickly, and the wailing of the patients came from time to time in their ears.
"Biological injury department?" Hermione frowned.
Then she learned that Mr. Arthur was attacked by a snake.
But in fact, her inference was not wrong. It was not a snake, but a derivative of Transfiguration. The essence was still the damage caused by the curse, just to facilitate management. Arthur Weasley still lived on the second floor. .
But not exactly.
This is a compound spell derived from transforming and cursing magic.
The wound is extremely difficult to heal.
This ward on the second floor is quite small and dark. Only a narrow window is opened high on the wall opposite the door. It seems that the lighting of the Saint Mungo Magical Injury Hospital is provided by that kind of crystal bubble. Gentle but not dazzling.
Several beds are lined up side by side with white sheets.
On the oak-paneled wall hangs a portrait of a wicked wicked wizard, which reads: Ektra Haro (1612-1697), inventor of the intestinal curse.
"I'm sorry to trouble you." Hermione buried her head and walked in slowly while apologizing.
"It's okay," Mrs. Weasley said kindly.
Mr. Weasley’s bed was at the bottom of the room, beside the small window, he was leaning comfortably on a few pillows, carefully looking at a publication.
It’s not the Daily Prophet.
Looks like "Singing Opposition"?
It was brought by Mrs. Weasley
It seemed that Mrs. Weasley had already spoken with her husband, and was sitting quietly on a sturdy wooden chair at this time, holding up the knife and slowly cutting the fruit.
"Mom, what about your peeling curse?" George reminded.
At this time, the Weasley talent realized that he had done a stupid thing, and quickly patted his forehead in annoyance and waved his wand.
A whole apple was peeled clean, and then quickly unloaded eight pieces, lying quietly back in the bowl.
Mrs. Weasley has unique insights and abilities in housekeeping spells.
Then she carried a plate, inserted a chunk of apple with a toothpick, and fed her husband.
Arthur's arms were all wounded, with thick white bandages, wrapped around circle after circle, as well as the neck, except the legs were lucky to escape, the whole person looked like a big White dumplings.
"Oh dear, you may have to take medicine again." Mrs. Weasley glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then quickly removed the apple block.
In his hand, he was replaced with a bowl of red liquid with a slight smell.
"Blood tonic". It is actually made of pure herbs and can help him to produce blood.
Every time the bandage is disassembled and the dressing is changed, a lot of blood flows out, and it is almost impossible to stop.
This is a very vicious curse.
"Children, we should go and give your father a good rest. According to the therapist, he has been very sleepy recently." Mrs. Weasley said worriedly.
Then took a group of people out of this ward.
A big stone had fallen in their hearts.
Although he is still a little worried about him, there is still a difference between the known and the unknown. Finally, the worry is controlled within a certain limit.
Mrs. Weasley was going to take them around to see and stroll around.
After all, this is their vacation, idle and idle, and the most prosperous place in London is nearby.
Too worried, not too good, right?
The Weasleys could barely regain their spirits.
"Sorry, I might be a little bit too small to go with you." Hermione said apologetically.
It's not really a trivial matter.
She was going to ask Professor Lockhart again.
After explaining the excuse, she trot all the way, and she set foot on the fifth floor, in the ward where Professor Guidello Lockhart is located.
"Miss Granger?" Lockhart put the newspaper back on the nightstand and raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.
"You're very persistent." He said, I don't know if it was a compliment, or some other emotion~EbookFREE.me~It's just that I really don't have any extra information to tell you. "
Lockhart said continuously, then took a few breaths. He was so old that he would pant sharply after a few words.
"Would you like to hear my story? People are dying and they always feel like remembering." Lockhart chose to change the subject.
"Actually, I have nothing to cherish." He shrugged and gave a helpless expression.
Hermione looked sympathetically at the man in front of him, which was more desperate than Mr. Weasley's serious injury.
She nodded.
She is compassionate.
"Oh, you can find a place to listen to my nagging, which may be very long, and it will be tiring to stand."
Hermione pulled out a stool and sat down, ready to listen to Lockhart's story quietly.