Chapter 245 Permanent Curse Damage

Under the surprised gaze of Ivan and Hermione, their former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher pushed the door and walked out, wearing a lavender robe, looking the same as before.

"Hello!" he said with a smile. "You must have come looking for my autograph, didn't you?"

Ai Wen and Hermione shook their heads, indicating that they didn't need it.

Looking at Professor Lockhart in front of her, Hermione didn't have much sympathy.

It just felt very absurd. She found out that she was so naive before that she would worship such a person.

Because of the books Lockhart had written, Hermione used to think he was the greatest wizard in the world, and she even memorized the contents of the books.

But it's all fake, Lockhart is just stealing someone else's experience.

In the secret room a year ago, he was also preparing to use the forgetting spell to erase the memories of Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Fortunately, he used Ron's malfunctioning wand. The curse finally hit him.

In short, Hermione now fully recognizes Lockhart's true colors.

To be honest, Ai Wen somewhat misses the days when Lockhart was there. He may not be a good professor, but he did give himself a lot of convenience.

Whether it's the difficulties of running the newspaper, the approval of the library, or escaping Snape or Filch's punishment, or giving points to Gryffindor, no matter which way you look at it, Lockhart Both have provided a lot of help to Evan.

Of course, in his opinion, Ai Wen is also his most loyal reader.

"Are you all right?" Ai Wen hesitated and asked gently.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" said Lockhart enthusiastically, pulling a frayed peacock quill from his pocket. "How many autographs do you want? You know, I can write ligatures now. !"

"Oh, we don't need it now, thanks!" Hermione waved her hands hastily.

At the end of last semester, she threw all the Lockhart autographs she had collected into the stove and burned them, not a single one was left.

"Professor, why are you hanging out in the corridor, shouldn't you be in the ward?" Ivan looked around, Lockhart's ward should be nearby.

"You called me Professor, have we met before?" The smile on Lockhart's face gradually disappeared, and he stared at Ivan and Hermione carefully for a while.

"Yes, you taught us at Hogwarts, remember?"

"Teach you?!" Lockhart asked suspiciously. "Is it me?"

After getting the affirmative answer, the smile returned to his face almost instantly, looking suddenly frightening.

"I see, I taught you all the knowledge, right?" Lockhart said with a smile, "In that case, how many autographs do you need? How about a dozen or so, you can give it to all the children, and not miss a single one! "

Ai Wen and Hermione looked at each other, and the two quietly took a step back.

"We have to go, Professor!" Ivan said, "You know, the two of us just came out to buy drinks, and our friends are still waiting for us."

"Are they Hogwarts students too?!" Lockhart said happily, "I can go with you, maybe they'll need my autograph too."

No one would ask for his autograph, and with Sirius's temper, the mad Lockhart would be thrown out.

Just then, a head suddenly popped out from behind the door at the other end of the corridor and called out, "Gidro, naughty boy, where have you been?"

A motherly therapist with a fiery wreath on his head hurried over, smiling enthusiastically at Ivan and Hermione.

"Oh, Gilderoy, it's great to have someone come to see you!" said the treatment room kindly. "You know, he hasn't been visited in over a year, poor little lamb, and I can't think of why. , he's so cute, isn't he?"

Both Ivan and Hermione knew why, and they wanted to tell each other that with Lockhart's current reputation in the wizarding world, no one would visit him.

Whenever Lockhart is mentioned these days, people usually add the word liar after it.

For Lockhart, this may be for the best.

"We're signing!" Gilderoy smiled brightly. "They want a lot more, if you don't give it, you won't agree. I wish I had so many photos!"

"He was famous before, and we hope this hobby of giving autographs will restore his memory." The therapist took Lockhart's arm and looked at him fondly, as if he were a precocious two-year-old, "please This way, he lives in a closed ward, and he must have slipped out while I was bringing gifts in, and that door is usually locked."

"Don't worry, he's not dangerous!" Noticing the expressions of Ivan and Hermione, she hurriedly lowered her voice and said, "It may be a little dangerous to himself, God bless, he doesn't know who he is, and he can't remember how he came back when he went out. It's so nice of you to see him!"

If it wasn't for the problem with the wand he used at the time, the four people in this picture are Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

They had just finished fighting the basilisk at that time, and they were all at the end of the battle, and they had no ability to resist.

Thinking of this, Ivan and Hermione's sympathy for Lockhart that had just risen disappeared instantly without a trace.

"Sorry, we just happened to be passing by!" Hermione shook the drink in her hand, "We came to see Ron Weasley, and he was in that room."

"I know Ron, a lovely red-haired boy, and it's amazing to hear that he helped the famous Sirius Black to clear up his grievances!" said the therapist, smiling, "although you didn't come here specifically to see Gilderoy. , but before I go back, can I sit in his ward? He seems to be very familiar with the two of you. It won't be too long, and this may help his condition. "

Hearing the other party say this, it would be too impersonal to refuse again.

Irving and Hermione could only nod their heads and followed Lockhart and the therapist in the opposite direction to Ron's ward.

At the end of the hallway, the therapist pointed his wand at the door of Janasic's ward, read "Araho Caves open," and the door opened.

She took the lead in, clutching Gilderoy's arm with one hand until he sat him in the armchair by the bed.

Compared with Ron's ward, it was deserted here.

Everything was white, even the temperature was a few degrees cooler than outside.

There are no entertainment facilities in the ward, only cold treatment equipment. Ai Wen can't imagine how terrible it would be to live here all the time.

"This is our long-term ward." The therapist whispered to Ivan and Hermione. "Permanent spell damage, of course, with intensive treatment and a little luck, the condition can be improved! Guidro It seems that Some consciousness regained, but most others show no signs of getting better." (To be continued.)