This love is only a memory

This news was tightly sealed, and only the main healer, Kingsley, Harry and the Weasley family knew about it.

The blockade was ordered by Kingsley himself.

After learning that Hermione's spell was a very powerful Oblivion Curse, Kingsley had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if a huge conspiracy was approaching.

What conspiracy?

Kingsley was at a loss for what to do. As usual, he would always consult Hermione as soon as possible, but now...

Hermione on the hospital bed opened her eyes innocently, as innocent as a child.

Hermione forgot everything.

Forget Kingsley.

Forget about Ron, Harry and Ginny.

Forget about the kids.

He even forgot that he was a witch.

In many cases, Kingsley has always felt that amnesia is more difficult to accept than death.

Death can only destroy a person's body.

Amnesia is the destruction of a person's soul.

Ron was discussing the next step of medical treatment with the main therapist. He hadn't slept in bed for a long time, and his bright red hair had faded to almost brown.

Weasley's little daughter was sitting by Hermione's bed, describing the past to her with tears in her eyes.

The rest of the Weasley family have been asked by the head therapist to stay at home to await news after yesterday's group visit.For the current Hermione, all people and everything are strange, and being exposed to too many strange people and things at once will only cause brain damage and make recovery more difficult.

Harry stood in the corner of the ward.

Since Hermione was injured, he had come to visit Hermione in the ward every day, but never approached or said a word.Although no one blamed him for Hermione's injury, he was unwilling to forgive himself.

Kingsley joined Ron in the discussion with the lead therapist.

After repeated discussions, they agreed that borrowing Dumbledore's Pensieve from Hogwarts was a top priority.

"Having patients revisit their lives should help with memory recovery."

Kingsley sent a secret letter to Principal McGonagall, telling her about Hermione's amnesia and the request to borrow the Pensieve.

Knowing that the student she was most proud of had lost her memory made Professor McGonagall so distressed that she made a rash move that was completely out of character—skipping class.

Professor McGonagall, who skipped class, came to St. Mungo personally with a pensieve. After visiting Hermione, the teary-eyed Professor McGonagall extracted her memories related to Hermione for Hermione's recovery treatment, and also participated in the treatment Perfect revision of the plan.It wasn't until it was getting late that Professor McGonagall left St. Mungo's in tears and returned to Hogwarts.

Ron, who had gone to borrow memories from Hermione's parents, hadn't returned yet, and Ginny stood by Hermione's hospital bed with a gentle expression as if she was taking care of her own child.

Harry was still standing in the corner of the ward, as if he had merged with the cold wall.

Kingsley sighed and walked out of the ward. If it weren't for Mrs. Shacklebolt and Hermione's friendship, he probably wouldn't have been allowed to go home until this point.

He really hoped to bring some good news to his wife, even if it was just a little...

Kingsley sighed again. His wife had always wanted to visit Hermione in St. Mungo's, but she was afraid that her clumsiness would affect Hermione's recovery.

It was the first time that Kingsley had seen his wife's hesitant and gentle side, and he couldn't help being very surprised. In addition to being surprised, he couldn't help feeling deeply sorry for Hermione's experience.

Such an excellent witch, such a kind woman, but now...

Looking at the door of the house so close at hand, Kingsley couldn't help thinking that every time he and his wife had conflicts, Hermione would always mediate them.Kingsley sighed again, the cold pain in his heart made him suddenly have the illusion that winter was coming early.

However, only for a second.

Kingsley had quickly drawn his wand.

A huge lynx sprayed from the tip of the wand, and the silver patron saint gracefully guarded Kingsley's side.

The cold dull ache was gone.

Kingsley looked coldly at the three dementors who were three feet away from him. They were afraid of the power of the patron saint and did not dare to approach, but they obviously did not want to retreat.

Use the power of dementors to deal with him?

Kingsley's eyes became colder and colder.

These people really underestimated him!

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