Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Yes, the Magic Damage Department on the fifth floor is the purpose of Tver coming to St. Mungo’s today.

So after bidding farewell to Harry and the others, Tver walked straight up the stairs towards the fifth floor.

St. Mungo’s is the only hospital for magical illnesses and injuries in the UK. Even on Christmas, the healers and patients here cannot have a holiday.

Of course, they thoughtfully added a lot of Christmas decorations, such as mini Christmas trees, mistletoe, and reunited families everywhere.

“Professor, you are here!”

Draco, who had sharp eyes, spotted Tver walking towards Janus Sitch’s ward, where he was, at a glance.

His voice also diverted the attention of Lucius and Narcissa who looked embarrassed.

“I didn’t expect you to actually come. After all, Draco wasn’t sure. This is his first time trying.” Lucius quickly put a smile on his face.

Just leaving Draco a way out didn’t make him appreciate it.

“Although this is our first attempt, Longbottom and I are confident that the professor’s trip will not be in vain!” Draco raised his head confidently, as proud as a peacock waiting to open its tail. generally.

Yes, this is outside the ward of Neville’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom!

Ever since the Longbottoms were tortured mad by Death Eaters using the Cruciatus Curse, they had lived in this ward and received help from therapists.

But obviously, the therapists can only maintain the status quo for more than ten years to ensure that their conditions do not worsen.

But today, after a year and a half of dedicated study of the Cruciatus Curse, Neville and Draco said they had found a way to cure them!

To this end, the two specially asked Lucius to contact Tver and asked him to come over at Christmas.

“Speaking of which, this is also my mistake. I have been away from school for the past six months and have no time to continue to guide you.”

To be honest, Tver didn’t have much confidence.

It’s not that they don’t trust the abilities of the two, but it’s very difficult to study the Cruciatus Curse itself, let alone treat the damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse.

Professional therapists at St. Mungo’s and even Tver himself have thought about this problem, but they have not thought of any good treatment methods.

He taught Neville and Draco the Cruciatus Curse solely because it could not only improve their control over magic as a whole, but also release Neville’s long-suppressed emotions to a certain extent.

So he also found a way out for the two of them. At least if they failed later, they wouldn’t have to be so sad.

Lucius immediately showed a satisfied expression. Draco was a little unhappy, but he just curled his lips, secretly wanting everyone to look at him with admiration.

Narcissa’s expression was a bit complicated. She was angry that her son had learned the Cruciatus Curse for so long, but she was also grateful that Tweel had taught it.

“I heard someone yelling. I think it’s Professor Welfare. Come on in. Neville has been ready for a long time.”

An elderly lady stood at the door of the ward. The expression on her face was as complex as Narcissa’s, but she was more relieved and happy for Neville.

Although he had never met her before, Tver knew from the look of her dress that this was Neville’s grandmother, Snee…no, it was Augusta Longbottom.

Just hearing her impatient tone, Tver immediately gave up the idea of ​​getting close to her.

“Okay, Mrs. Longbottom.”

“Don’t worry, she has a bad temper because of my appearance. She even kicked us out of the ward just now.” Lucius explained in a low voice.

He has now downplayed his identity as a Death Eater in the past. He doesn’t mind mentioning it, and he doesn’t care about the hostility from others because of it.

It feels like I’m rich and don’t have the same experience as these ordinary people…

But Mrs. Longbottom just kicked them out of the ward. After all, her son and daughter-in-law became what they are today because of Death Eaters.

So Tver nodded in understanding and led them into the ward.

The layout of this ward looks similar to Mr. Weasley’s, but the biggest difference is that there are a lot of personal things around the bed.

“This is a long-term ward. After living there for a long time, you will always accumulate a lot of these things.” Seeing the curiosity in Tver’s eyes, Draco explained to him excitedly.

As for the patients here, there are actually not many. Apart from the Longbottoms in the corner, there are only a wizard with a sallow complexion and a sad face, and a witch with hair on her face.

The two of them didn’t move much while lying on the hospital bed. They seemed to be used to this kind of ward life where no one paid attention to them even on Christmas.

“I think you are their professor, right?” A woman with a gentle appearance and an even gentler voice walked up to Tver.

“I am the therapist in this ward, Meliam Straw, and I am the therapist who has been caring for the Longbottoms for more than ten years.”

“I heard that under your guidance, Neville found a way to cure his parents. Am I right?”

Although she had been suppressing her anger, Tver could hear the therapist’s dissatisfaction.

It is estimated that in her eyes, Neville was completely misled by his unlearned professor, so he would say such nonsense as being able to cure the Cruciatus Curse.

“That’s right!” Draco didn’t realize this, but raised his chin proudly because of the professor’s teachings.

“The professor taught us for more than a year, allowing us to truly learn all aspects of the Cruciatus Curse. Coupled with some related ancient books I found at home, Neville had the ability to cure his parents! ”

“One year?! Teaching students the Cruciatus Curse?!” Meliam Straw’s eyes suddenly widened.

“You can teach students to understand the Cruciatus Curse in one year? No, the most important thing is, you actually teach students the Cruciatus Curse?!”

Her shocked voice almost lifted the ceiling, and even the two people lying on the hospital bed turned their heads and looked at this place dully.

Only then did Draco realize that he seemed to have exposed something terrible. He glanced at the helpless Tver with a guilty conscience, and only dared to mutter in a low voice: “That’s Professor Welfare. With our talents, what can we do in one year?” What a fuss…”

This unlucky boy who cheated the teacher, if he didn’t know that he didn’t do it on purpose, Tver would have thought that he was retaliating for forgetting to save him during the game.

“I have done a lot of research on black magic. Dumbledore can also testify to this. Well, there is also a wizard who is no less powerful than me who has brought them a lot of help, and they only understand the theory of the Cruciatus Curse. Years are totally fine.”

At this time, Dumbledore’s name was much easier to use. At least once he heard that Dumbledore could provide proof for Turville, Meliam Straw no longer struggled with this issue.

But her anger didn’t go away.

“Then do you know that the memory and soul of the Longbottoms were disrupted by the Cruciatus Curse, so that every time they mobilize their memory, they will cause great pain to their souls.”

“The child may have good intentions, but for the patient, this is a secondary trauma to them!”

Neville originally came over excitedly when he saw Tweel appear, but now when he heard Straw’s words, his happy smile suddenly condensed on his face, and the lunch box in his hand fell directly to the ground.

“Clang.”