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"Are you okay, Melinda?"

The door of the soul splitting treatment room was gently pushed open.

A witch in a green nurse's uniform poked her head in.

Her face was full of worry.

Her eyes fell on Prout, who was sitting behind the desk.

Prout was holding his forehead and closing his eyes.

He seemed to be adjusting his breathing.

Hearing a voice.

She opened her eyes, smiled tiredly, and shook her head.

"I'm fine, Annie."

She said softly.

Her tone was a little weak.

"The damage of the Imperius Curse is actually the smallest of the three unforgivable curses. I felt... pretty good at the time. You know, the Imperius Curse will make the person controlled feel an inexplicable pleasure."

Her smile was a little forced.

But it seemed to be to comfort the colleague in front of her.

The nurse called Annie saw this.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Her tone was also a little relaxed.

"Okay, since you feel fine. By the way, the head of the department asked me to tell you that you will be granted a week's vacation later, so you can rest well. Don't worry about the hospital's affairs for the time being."

Prout nodded slightly.

Although there was a polite smile on his face.

But he didn't seem particularly happy.

"Okay, then wait a moment, I'll clean up these places before leaving."

Annie nodded.

Closed the door considerately.

Left quietly.

The door was repaired intact.

But Prout's heart was not completely calm.

As soon as he closed his eyes.

The face of the owl would appear in his mind.

Indifferent, silent, but with a strange sense of oppression.

Even if she deliberately told herself.

It was just an illusion under the control of the Imperius Curse.

But fear still entangled her thoughts like a thin thread.

Fortunately, she will be able to rest soon.

Go home and reunite with her family.

A week's vacation was a luxury she had not enjoyed for many years since she became a therapist.

Thinking about this.

Prout's mood gradually relaxed.

Even the shadow of the dark wizard's attack was diluted a lot.

She waved her wand to repair the room.

Soon she came to the instrument.

Lifted the rainproof cloth.

She was ready to cover the instrument again.

But just as she raised her hand.

She caught a glimpse of something strange from the corner of her eye.

"Huh?"

On the outer shell of the instrument.

A big black hole suddenly appeared!

She was stunned for a moment.

Then she leaned over to take a closer look.

This was obviously not the original design.

It didn't seem to be caused by normal wear and tear.

She walked around the instrument.

Confirmed that it was a hole that was damaged.

"Oh my God!"

Prout exclaimed in a low voice.

Her heartbeat quickened.

She rubbed her temples.

Trying to calm down.

"Is it caused by the rebound of the spell? Damn, I didn't report this to the department director!"

Thinking that the department director had already sent a letter inviting Professor Durmstrang to repair the instrument.

Prout couldn't help but sigh.

"I wonder if it's still in time..."

Prout thought about it.

Decided to check the damage first.

Prout walked to the instrument.

Put the wand back on his waist.

Lowered his head.

Looked at the hole.

The edge of the hole was irregular.

As if it was torn by powerful magic.

The hole was dark.

There was no light source.

She squinted her eyes.

Trying to see more clearly.

"Strange, why is it so deep..."

She muttered to herself.

Turned around and wanted to pull out the wand to illuminate.

Zi!

Suddenly.

A strange sound came from the hole.

Sharp and short.

As if metal scraped against glass.

But it was mixed with the low hum of some creature.

Prout froze.

She slowly turned her head.

She looked into the cave again.

"Snap!"

A pair of hands as pale as paper suddenly stretched out from the cave.

As fast as a flash of lightning.

They tightly grasped Prout's throat!

Prout's pupils shrank sharply.

The blood on his face instantly faded.

She tried to struggle.

But the strength of those hands was amazing.

It was like a pair of cold iron clamps firmly locking her trachea.

She opened her mouth.

She seemed to want to call for help.

But her throat could only make a faint gurgling sound.

In the black hole.

It seemed that some larger shadow was wriggling.

The cold breath surged out like a tide.

After a while.

"Is Melinda still not well?"

Anne, who had changed into casual clothes, pushed open the door.

She looked around the room.

I saw the rainproof cloth neatly covering the instrument.

The room was quiet.

No one was there.

"Has he left?"

Anne frowned.

She muttered something in a low voice.

She closed the door casually.

The doorThe moment it closed.

In the shadow at the bottom of the instrument.

Something seemed to move slightly.

Then it returned to silence.

(This chapter is a special update today! It is to thank the big guys for their rewards! It is also because I feel that you will not like this chapter very much, and it is relatively short, so I added it at this time. This chapter is not counted in the total reward and update, mainly to thank everyone for their support! Especially thank user 39402508 for his support today! There should be intermittent small chapters like this in the future, to add updates for the big guys who gave large rewards before, thank you everyone!)