Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 326: Lockhart’s story

"Maybe it is." He sighed.

Nowadays, he is different from the one who likes to show off, makes all kinds of grandiose events, and sensationalizes.

He felt the weight of his life.

"All gifts given by fate have already been secretly marked with prices."

Maybe this is the price for his power?

After he left Hogwarts, he held many signing events, which attracted the attention of many girls and even middle-aged women.

Then suddenly fainted at a signing meeting. After being sent to the hospital, he faded out of people's sight, and finally disappeared.

Looking at the terribly aging man in front of her, there seemed to be a string in Hermione's head that was suddenly connected, like an electric current swiftly passing through it.

The memory of being sealed in a box by someone seems to be jumping around, possibly rushing out of a closed corner at any time.

She took a gentle breath, and then was about to ask more questions.

For example, the truth about the secret room back then?

The distant memory, she still wants to try to retrieve it.

"What happened in the secret room at the time." Hermione asked directly.

Lockhart's face suddenly stiffened.

Dumbledore's warning is vivid.

Besides, he didn't know the truth at all, but vaguely felt that he couldn't bear the truth.

"You are sharp, Miss Granger." Guidro Lockhart praised, but I'm sorry, I don't know more, sorry. "He apologized.

"Luo..." Hermione wanted to say something, but she was startled by the sudden noise behind her, and she was interrupted when she didn't say anything.

"I found you, Hermione, why are you here? We are all worried about you." It was Ron's voice, with Brother Weasley standing behind him, and she was hurriedly pulled by the three of them. He left without even saying goodbye to Lockhart.

Ron and the twins looked flustered, perhaps they were scolded by Mrs. Weasley.

They didn't even notice that the patient in the door was their former teacher.

They went down to the second floor lightly and happily, and the patients' wailing was heard from time to time in their ears.

"Biological Injury Division?" Hermione frowned.

She then learned that Mr. Arthur had been attacked by a snake.

But in fact, she didn’t make a mistake in her inference. It was not a snake, but a derivative of Polymorphism. The essence was still the damage caused by the spell. It was just for the convenience of management. Arthur Weasley still lived in To the second floor.

But not exactly.

This is a compound spell derived from polymorphism and cursing magic.

The wound is extremely difficult to heal.

The ward on the second floor is quite small and dark, except that there is a narrow window on the wall opposite the door. It seems that the St. Mungo’s Magic and Injury Hospital is illuminated by crystal bubbles. Provided, gentle and not glaring.

There are several beds side by side, covered with clean white sheets.

On the oak-panelled wall hangs a portrait of an evil wizard, with the words: Ectra Haro (1612-1697), the inventor of the intestinal curse.

"Sorry, I caused you trouble." Hermione buried her head, apologizing, and walked in slowly.

"It's okay." Mrs. Weasley said kindly.

Mr. Weasley’s hospital bed is at the very end of the room, next to the small window. He is leaning comfortably on a few pillows, carefully looking at a publication.

Not the Daily Prophet.

Looks like "Singing the Devil"?

Ms. Weasley specially brought it here

It looks like Mrs. Weasley has already talked with her husband. At this time, she is sitting quietly on a sturdy wooden chair, raising a knife, and slowly cutting the Pingguo.

"Mom, where's your peeling curse?" George reminded.

At this moment, Weaslev realized that he had done something stupid, and patted his forehead in annoyance and waved his wand.

A whole apple, the skin was peeled clean, and then eight pieces were quickly removed, lying quietly back in the bowl.

Mrs. Weasley has a unique insight and ability on housekeeping spells.

Then she held the plate, stuck the pieces of apples with toothpicks, and fed them to her husband.

Arthur’s arms were all twisted, wrapped in a thick white bandage, wrapped around and around, and also around his neck. Except for his legs, he was lucky enough to escape, and the whole person was alive. A big white rice dumpling.

"Oh, dear, you might have to take medicine again." Mrs. Weasley glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then quickly removed the apple block.

A bowl of red, **** liquid was replaced in his hand.

"Blood tonic". In fact, it was made of pure herbs, which could help him to produce blood.

A lot of blood will flow out every time the bandage is taken apart and changed, and it can hardly be stopped.

This is a very vicious curse.

"Children, we should go now. Let your father take a good rest. According to the therapist, he has been very sleepy recently." Mrs. Weasley said worriedly.

Then he led a group of people out of this ward.

There is a big rock in their hearts.

Although he is still a little worried about him, there is still a difference between the known and the unknown concerns, and finally the concerns are kept within a certain limit.

Mrs. Weasley is going to show them around and stroll around.

After all, this is their vacation, idle and idle, nearby is the most prosperous place in London.

Too worried, and not so good, right?

The Weasley family can barely cheer up.

"Sorry, I may have something trivial, I can't go with you anymore." Hermione said apologetically.

It's actually not a trivial matter.

She is going to ask Professor Lockhart again.

After explaining the excuse, she trot all the way, and she stepped onto the fifth floor, in the ward where Professor Guidro Lockhart was.

"Miss Granger?" Lockhart put the newspaper back on the bedside table, raised his eyebrows, and looked a little surprised.

"You are very persistent." He said, I don't know if it is praise or other emotions~IndoMTL.com~but I really don't have any extra information to tell you. "

Lockhart said continuously, and 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? When people are dying, they always feel like remembering." Lockhart chose to change the subject.

"Actually, I have nothing to miss." He shrugged, making a helpless expression.

Hermione looked at the man in front of her sympathetically. Compared to Mr. Weasley's serious injury, this aging was even more desperate.

She nodded.

She is compassionate.

"Oh, you can find a place to listen to my nagging, it may be very long, and standing will be very tiring."

Hermione took out a stool and sat down, ready to listen to Lockhart's account quietly.