Chapter 1523 "Why?"

In this dark room, filled with the smell of all kinds of potions mixed together, people couldn't help frowning and covering their noses as soon as they entered.

Messy test tubes, flasks of different types, and trays of copper balances were all scattered on the somewhat dirty wooden floor, and various potion materials were piled up in one corner of the room. There seemed to be something else in other places, but because the curtains were tightly drawn, it was difficult to see clearly.

And to say that the only place in this room that can be called "clean" seems to be the space where the bed is.

"Uh... um..."

Even though there were many things in the room that would be of great concern, the most unignorable thing was probably the hoarse groan that clearly came from the bed.

"Miss Granger..."

Just when Hermione frowned and silently scanned the room, and finally shifted her gaze back to the bed that had attracted most of her attention from the beginning, the wizard who led her up seemed to speak cautiously. :

"I believe you have noticed—yes, the one lying under the quilt is my father who is cursed and has almost lost his own will."

"Ah... well," Hermione nodded immediately upon hearing this, "But it seems that your father's situation is quite—"

"That's right," the other party sighed, "and, since Mr. McLean can't come here, I think my father probably won't be able to overcome the biggest difficulty in his life! Now, I don't I hope that you, Miss Granger, can cure him... So now, the only thing I hope for is to be by my father's side safely, and send him away safely!"

Leaving aside the young and energetic boy downstairs, at least from the attitude and tone of the other party, it can be basically heard that there is no malice in his heart.

No, maybe it's not just "maliciousness", even the fighting spirit of not admitting defeat and the belief in living are almost gone.

But, to be honest, Hermione wasn't completely unable to imagine the other party's mood at the moment.

After all, according to what I learned downstairs, there was not only a 20-year gap between this man and his father, but the 20-year period must have been extremely difficult because of his father's crimes, and now he even needs a colleague. The father who was not easy to see again ushered in a more thorough separation.

In the final analysis, black wizards are actually human beings with their own life experiences and emotions.

Under the increasingly desperate disaster in front of us, probably only ignorant and fearless teenagers and girls, as well as those who really have a firm will, can put aside their fear and go on bravely.

"In other words, you still want to stay here, with your father...to die?"

Hermione is indeed a young girl in her prime, but for the past few years, she has been following Maca step by step, and her heart has obviously become quite strong unconsciously. Maybe she will still hesitate and linger when she encounters difficulties, but when she really needs to make a choice, she will definitely take her own steps firmly in the end.

And it may be because of this that she doesn't want others to give up easily—even for people who have made mistakes like "Dark Wizard", she doesn't think "death" should be used to draw The end of life.

Unless it is like Hai Erbo, the guy who just "exists" will bring huge disasters to this world may be an exception.

Of course, to put it bluntly, this is just Hermione's personal opinion.

Seeing that the other party failed to answer after she asked the question, she simply shook her head and said:

"Anyway, let me take a look at your father's situation first!"

As she spoke, she suddenly stepped forward, stepping over several discarded flasks and test tubes on the floor, to the side of the bed.

She hadn't been able to see clearly before due to the darkness in the room, but now that she was getting closer, she realized that there was indeed an old man with a face quite similar to the wizard behind him lying on the bed.

It can be seen that the old man's thin face is covered with wrinkles, his hair is even more haggard and decayed, and he looks completely dying.

He had been humming non-stop since Hermione had come in, and the rumbling of his throat sounded like an aging beast.

"That's right, like an aging...'beast'!"

Hermione found this metaphor that came to her mind unintentionally very vivid, and it was no coincidence that the living corpses who recovered from the mist seemed to be described by this as well.

Because what the two have in common is that they will act according to their own instincts.

But thinking of this, Hermione felt something was wrong for no reason, but she didn't know where the strangeness came from.

Pursing her lips slightly, she temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart, and then began to seriously examine the old man on the bed.

"...Is it true that what I say is still not good?"

Not long after, Hermione retracted her wand and stood beside the bed thinking.

"Although I also came to the conclusion that it should be some kind of curse, but I have also made a corresponding judgment on this point. Not only that, he even prepared a potion to temporarily suppress the effect of the curse—"

Thinking like this, Hermione suddenly paused, and then her eyes widened, as if she suddenly thought of something that surprised her at that moment.

"Miss Granger? What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, the wizard at the side couldn't help asking, "Could it be that...you have thought of a way to treat my father?"

"Uh, no...sorry, I haven't thought of it yet." After hearing this, Hermione put away the expression on her face a little, and then asked, "Speaking of which, during the time your father was bedridden, In... has there ever been a situation where the whole body was completely unable to move?"

"'Impossible to move'?" The other party couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard that, "No...Although my father became weaker and weaker soon after he came out of London, he can still move even if he has difficulty moving."

"yes?"

Seeing what he said, Hermione frowned and said:

"Did your father talk about how he got hurt, and did he have any clue about the curse himself?"

After a round of inquiries, as the information she wanted to know increased little by little, her expression not only did not relax, but became more tense.

At the end, when the other party had said all that could be said very frankly, Hermione covered her mouth lightly and fell into a rather long silence alone.

After about a few minutes, she finally let go of her hand, subconsciously turned her head and glanced in the direction of Canterbury, where Spiral Town is located.

"……why?"

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