Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

"Travis? Are you okay?"

Travis lay on the ground motionless like a turtle.

Harry looked anxious and was about to run over when Hermione grabbed him by the clothes.

"We won't be able to escape with him. Let him stay here while we lure the monster away."

After saying that, Hermione took out a small box of unknown size from her pocket and smashed it at the monster chasing behind her.

"What are you still doing?"

Hermione ran two steps and looked back at Harry and Ron.

"Run!"

"oh oh."

Harry and Ron woke up from a dream and hurriedly followed Hermione towards another corridor.

"Great, it's coming!"

Harry glanced back as he ran, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up his pace.

After the two men and the monster disappeared at the end of the corridor, Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the corridor wearing a nightgown.

Dumbledore looked at Travis lying motionless on the ground and shook his head helplessly, then took out his wand and tapped it lightly, and the clone appeared.

Throwing the wand to the clone, Dumbledore's clone nodded and disappeared.

If Travis was awake at this moment, he would definitely notice that the wand Dumbledore is using is not the Elder Wand.

Unfortunately, Travis was completely unconscious at this moment, and even after turning him over, Dumbledore took a breath - his face was covered in blood - the source was his nose.

Tentatively touching the bridge of Travis's nose, Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully—it was definitely broken.

Wandless casting used a levitation spell to levitate Travis, and Dumbledore led Travis towards the infirmary.

Half an hour later, Travis slowly woke up.

"Ah, the strange ceiling..."

Chirping, Travis raised his body and looked around.

When Travis looked around at Dumbledore standing at the window, Travis instantly became energetic and his back was wet with cold sweat.

"Put it down! Put that thing down!!!"

Travis roared, jumping up from the bed and heading towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore blinked and stretched out his hand to face Travis, who was instantly frozen in the air.

"You misunderstood. I didn't rummage through your things. This thing fell out of your clothes when I brought you to the infirmary."

Dumbledore explained in a strange tone.

"You misunderstood a hammer! Put down the thing in your hand first, that thing is much more dangerous than a pistol!"

Dumbledore:? ! !

Dumbledore was obviously stunned, and then used a levitating spell to keep the ringed metal ball in his hand away from himself, and at the same time away from Travis.

"Put me down too!"

Dumbledore nodded and put Travis down.

After adjusting his clothes, Travis walked forward, but stepped back before walking two meters.

"You didn't move the ring just now, did you?" Travis asked worriedly.

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, I just took it and looked at it."

"You didn't press too hard where you shouldn't, right?"

"No, I just took it and looked at it."

"You didn't use any random magic, did you?"

"No, I really just held it gently and looked at it with my eyes. Other than that, I didn't do anything else." Dumbledore said helplessly.

Travis nodded and moved over little by little, his movements very cautious, as if he would run away immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.

Fortunately, what he was worried about didn't happen. Travis got close and checked it up and down to make sure it was still safe.

"Forget it this time, please be careful next time and don't pick up things on the ground. It's very dangerous." Travis said.

"Ok."

Dumbledore nodded, but suddenly felt that something was not right.

Before he could find out what the problem was, Travis had already turned around to leave.

"It's getting late, I'm going back to bed. Good night, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Late...wait! I have something to talk to you about."

Travis paused, turned around, and looked at Dumbledore warily.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I must make my attitude clear: I'll give you the pistol, but it's too dangerous to keep it with you! This is not something you can do at your age."

Dumbledore:  …

What do you mean?Are you implying that I'm old and confused?

"I want to talk to you... about magic." Dumbledore said after taking a deep breath.

magic?

Travis breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"I hope you will stop teaching others the mirror twin spell, and at the same time, you will no longer use it yourself...at least not in front of other people."

Travis: Stare~

"I know this request is unreasonable, but this magic is too dangerous. The spell itself is very dangerous, and once it gets into the hands of bad people, a clone that is not afraid of death and has almost the same strength as the original body will bring difficulties to the magic world. Imaginary trouble.”

Dumbledore looked at Travis with piercing eyes, serious and firm.

"As a founder, I am not clear about its dangers. What I care about is...how do you know that I have taught this curse to others? You installed a camera in my dormitory???"

Travis's eyes were full of doubt, and his inner alarm was ringing.

Could this old guy still be a perverted pervert? !

"Camera? Do you mean surveillance?"

Dumbledore speculated about the entire passage.

"If you are worried about surveillance, I can guarantee that you are not. Although I have some privileges as the headmaster of Hogwarts, most of what happens in this castle cannot escape my eyes, but there are still some places It’s something I can’t see, and the student dormitories are one of them.”

“Our school absolutely respects everyone’s personal privacy!”

After hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Travis' expression softened a lot.

"Then how do you know that I teach others? Don't deny it. What you just said is that I will not teach others in the future. I remember it very clearly." Travis asked.

"How do you say this?"

Dumbledore tilted his head and suddenly smiled.

"It's such an interesting new magic that even I can hardly resist the temptation to use it. That day, I used a clone to become invisible and wandered around the castle. I happened to hear Harry and Ron discussing the learning situation of the Mirror Twin Curse... It seemed that They didn’t learn very well.”

Travis nodded: "It is indeed not going well. No, not only is it not going well, to be precise, it is not even getting started. After all, they don't have a deep enough understanding of this curse like me, the founder. It’s not like you have a strong enough accumulation of magic.”

"Is that so?" Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

"I thought you were holding something back."

Dumbledore said as if joking.

Travis immediately rolled his eyes and thought to himself how boring I must be to hold back even though I was teaching them for free.

Teach others something that is impossible to learn and watch them suffer and suffer because they cannot learn it?

Isn't this sick?

Travis is not sick, he is an (intern) doctor with the ambition to become a chief physician!