A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 239 Dorothea Bonham

The first meeting of the Rune Club ended like this, and the little wizards came out in a single file, with excited silence on their faces, and after walking a certain distance, the discussion broke out like a raging tide.

"fantastic!"

"Did you see the flame? It's like a toy in Professor Hep's hands!"

"Spell-casting instinct..."

"I don't know what the next meeting will be about?"

Harry and Ron stood in the corridor, Hermione stayed to ask a few questions, and five minutes later she finally appeared.

"I asked a little question about Professor Lupine." Hermione seemed relieved, as if she had solved a question that had been buried in her heart for a long time, "Professor Haip really knew."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Oh, I promised the professor not to say anything." Hermione paused, "so as not to cause unnecessary controversy."

It seemed that Harry and Ron were more curious, but Hermione quickly said another thing, "Professor Hemp recommended me a series of books, which will be very useful for our dueling study group."

"One set?" Ron clicked his tongue.

"The Magic of Chadwick is a teaching book written by Chadwick Bout, one of the founders of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft in the United States. We can use it together with the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" Look, also, Practical Defensive Magic and its Restraint against the Dark Arts is pretty good, and Curses and Counter-Curses by Wendick Wenridian..."

Hermione said with some regret, "I shouldn't have wasted time reading some miscellaneous books before."

Harry recalled, "It's the corrupt, corrupt..."

"It's "Law-Breaking Wolves: Why Werewolves Don't Deserve to Live," Hermione breathed out the lengthy title of the book. "The book declares that werewolves are a group of morally corrupt and lawless creatures who should be wiped out."

"Sounds a bit subjective, maybe there are good ones among werewolves." Ron shrugged, "But Hermione, Professor Lupine has canceled his thesis assignment on werewolves."

"I know, I just—"

A gust of cold wind poured into the corridor, and they all shivered. "Let's hurry back to the lounge, I'm going to freeze," said Ron, and they discussed it all the way to leave.

In the classroom, the firewood in the fireplace burned to the end, after a few struggles, it finally went out.

Felix stretched out his right hand, and the little snake in mid-air fell down suddenly, shrinking continuously, and finally condensed into a Ouroboros ring on his right little finger.He looked at it calmly, then shook his finger, the little snake swam, entangled together, and turned into a coin again.

"So that's what you meant, Severus." Felix said softly. Snape took a few Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons during Lupine's "illness", and taught werewolves in advance regardless of the students' learning progress. Chapter one, he originally thought it was just for disgusting Lupine.

But now it seemed that Snape should have expected a little wizard to discover Lupine's identity as a werewolf and kick him out of school logically.

"It's a pity, professor, only Miss Granger has done her homework seriously."

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Back in the office, Felix read today's Evening Prophet. On the side page, he saw an article published by an old therapist who claimed to be a retired St. Mungo's, which mentioned his previous fishing papers.

'Purely in theory, I can't fault it.Mr. Felix Hepp's understanding of memory magic is amazing. I look forward to more theoretical research and experimental data. In my opinion, there are more than two real problems. The following is my opinion— —

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At the end of writing, I hope to meet Mr. Haipu. If his theory becomes a reality, it will benefit countless wizards who are troubled by memory damage, but I also want to point out that this process will be very difficult. I hope To live to see this day come...'

"Finally a weighty therapist has come." Felix said happily that many points of view in the article coincided with him, but he did not disclose these contents.

As early as half a month ago, some critical voices appeared one after another, trying to point out the mistakes of Felix's theory, but they estimated that they hadn't even stepped into the threshold of memory magic, and their views were very naive. One refuted and went back.

But this time was different. With Rita Skeeter tipping off in advance, he easily knew the identity of the old therapist—Dorothea Boham.

She is the former dean of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. She has achieved outstanding results in many therapeutic areas, and she also has the surname "Boham", which is the same surname as Mungo Boham who founded St. Mungo's.

She was nominated as the dean twice, but when she was nominated for the first time, she refused to give up the first-line treatment work and declined the post of dean.

After 20 years like this, her prestige is too high, and more than half of the therapists are brought out by her.She had to bear the name of the dean of St. Mungo, but she did not completely give up the treatment of patients until she retired.

"This is a highly respected therapist and I must word my reply carefully."

Felix re-read her essay, smiled, and took out his quill.

In the following week, Felix communicated with the self-proclaimed "retired old therapist" in the air, and he also revealed more content little by little. Soon, their discussion attracted many top-level experts. Therapist.

The name Felix Hepp also gained a lot of attention among therapists.

St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital at the weekend.

Felix saw Dorothea Bonham, surrounded by a group of therapists, a very old woman with a wrinkled face but bright eyes.

Back at the hospital, she changed into a treatment suit for herself.

"It's hard to see you, Mr. Hype," said Dorothea, who had nearly lost all her teeth, laughing.

"Miss Boham, it's nice to communicate by letter, isn't it?"

Dorothea said kindly: "I know that you are a professor at Hogwarts. You are usually very busy at work. Using letters is indeed a good way... Tell me quickly, how did you solve those problems? I It's been a headache lately."

Felix understood that his secret treatment of the Longbottoms was already known, and he had expected it, and even planned the progress of the matter by himself.

Looking at the eyes of the therapists around him, there was absolutely no intention to trouble him.

Even if there is, you can only hold it in your heart.In the past, he added the title of "Memory Magic Expert" to himself. If the Longbottoms fully recovered, he would be the undisputed "Master of Memory Magic". one.

Felix smiled and said, "Ms. Boham, it's a long story. Let's take a look at the situation of the Longbottoms first."

"That's good, that's good. No matter how much you say, it's better to cure the patient. I have seen the situation of the Longbottoms, and their condition has improved too much!"

The Janus Sitch ward on the fifth floor is permanently locked, and most of the patients in it suffer from permanent spell damage.Meliam, the therapist in this ward, opened the ward by chanting "Alahoo hole open".

Felix and a group of therapists arrived at the Longbottoms' bed. "Frank, Alice," he greeted.

The Longbottoms were playing a rope game when they heard this and looked up at him.

Frank muttered something that no one heard, but it was encouraging enough.

With a snap of his fingers, Felix pulled the two of them into the thinking cabin.In the world of thinking, opposite him are two things that look like foundations, and also look like a dilapidated library.

Rows of bookshelves stood on the ground, and some books were scattered here and there, some of which were still incomplete.

'Another day of hard work. ’ Felix thought, piecing together memories is easy to say, but quite tedious to do.

A group of therapists outside stared blankly at him. Felix snapped his fingers, and the Longbottoms became glazed-eyed, and then the three of them remained motionless.

"Mr. Haip?" A young therapist wanted to pat Felix on the shoulder, but Mrs. Longbottom said sternly, "Don't touch him!" But the next second, the therapist was bounced away by a ray of light , somersaulted and flew a distance of more than ten meters, and hit the wall heavily.

"Auguste! Oh, my God! Are you alright?" Merriam walked over and patted the reckless doctor on the head, then turned around and said to everyone, "Passed out."

"Meliam, please take him away."

Old Mrs. Longbottom said angrily: "That's why I don't want to tell you in advance!" She took a careful look at Felix and his son and daughter-in-law. They didn't have any unusual reactions, and she was slightly relieved.

Dorothea Boham said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Longbottom." She turned to look at the current dean of St. Mungo's, "I don't know that the current therapist can make such a low-level mistake?"

The current dean said embarrassingly: "This is an accident. August is...he is lively and has many novel ideas, but this time he is really too reckless, it really shouldn't be...I will severely criticize him .”

Dorothea Boham nodded dignifiedly. The current dean is her student who taught her 40 years ago.She looked around: "Don't disturb Mr. Haipu in any way, understand?"

St. Mungo's therapist nodded obediently.

In the following treatment, there were no more accidents.

In fact, Felix was fully aware of what was going on outside. He could have ignored it, but he felt that he still had to do something. He had been detected by several hidden magic just now. Can this be detected casually?

So he deliberately activated a protective magic item...

After this episode, Felix turned his attention back to the thinking hut. Today's treatment went extremely smoothly. Even when he pieced together his memories and condensed them into a book, bits and pieces of light had spontaneously been attracted and merged into the bookshelf.

'Maybe one or two more treatments will trigger their self-healing abilities. ’ thought Felix.

At noon, when he opened his eyes, what he saw was a look of awe.

　Three thousand words, um, it seems that I can't write four thousand words, put them together, two changes today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)