[HP] Sickness and Medicine

How are you doing?What does the therapist say? Myron sat beside her and asked with concern.

"It's not a big problem." Dolores grabbed the hand extended by him reassuringly, "I said I'll get a good night's sleep, and I'll be discharged from the hospital at noon tomorrow." Of course, she avoided the seriousness of what she said, as the situation just now was indeed very dangerous. But she is in good health and the rescue is timely, so that she is safe from danger.

"Since the problem is not serious—" Dumbledore pointed to the clock on the wall showing that it had passed zero: "Myron, you will pick her up tomorrow. It's late now, we should all rest."

"I'm not sleepy yet!" Myron sat without moving. "I had already slept for a while when Mrs. Rosmerta delivered the letter by the fireplace. Hey, if I didn't go to bed early, I should have come to buy wine. manage!"

"But, Dad, I'm sleepy." Dolores covered her mouth and yawned self-evidently: "Go back, it's late, and it's time to rest if you don't feel sleepy."

"That's fine!" Stared by her daughter's watery eyes, Myron, who had no strength to resist, readily agreed: "Then let's go, and I'll come back tomorrow morning!"

"Okay, Dad, good night!" Dolores said, turning to Dumbledore and exchanging a look with him: "Good night, Albus!"

After the two left, Dolores, who had just laid down, sat up again; a quarter of an hour later, someone pushed the door open and said, "Lola—"

"Sit down, Albus." Dolores gestured to the chair Myron sat on just now.

Dumbledore followed suit and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Your meeting with Severus ended with you being sent to St. Mungo's, isn't it... very unpleasant?"

"It's too light to say it's unpleasant." Dolores' eyes dimmed: "He spoke very harshly. He wanted me to—avoid him, stay away from him, and even hate him."

"This is indeed something he can do." Dumbledore sighed: "His memory is always monitored, and if you appear beside him, you may not only face other Death Eaters, but also be noticed by their masters. He is a person who always hides his best side and uses his worst side to hurt others and himself."

"Albus, what did he do leaving the castle tonight?"

"It's okay to tell you—I asked him to use a testing method to go to the Forest of Dean and hand over the Gryffindor sword to the three of Harry."

"Is it just that? I thought something irritated him."

"You think his attitude towards you is very sudden and unusual?"

"Yeah." Dolores said some of the truth after deliberation: "He said that he had modified my memory and led me to believe that my feelings were a castle in the air based on illusory memories. I was really about to believe it, but now Knowing that people who can restore my memory now, except for Fu—”

She paused suddenly, remembering that Myron had told her that calling her by this name now would attract a search team, so she changed her words cautiously: "—you know who—except him, who has passed away in the eyes of the public You, I find it very strange in turn."

"You mean someone who is proficient in Legilimency? In fact, Severus is also very good at it, and the opposite of Occlumency." Dumbledore followed her thinking: "You feel weird, so you think he lied to you , using an unprovable thing to mislead you into denying your feelings? This is not right, any therapist can check whether your brain has been tampered with. Could it be—is there really a problem with your memory? "

Dolores realizes that she must confess her secret to him if she wants to get help from him.This is not difficult, after all, he is no longer the first person to know, she can still remain calm: "My recent memory is not a problem, the problem is - about 200 years ago."

"200 years ago?" Dumbledore couldn't help opening his eyes slightly when he heard the words.The young man is without glasses, and the changes in his eyes can be easily observed: "Lola, where did you get the memory of more than 200 years?"

"I'm Dolores Murray, and I'm still Dolores Mitchell."

"Mitchell..."

"Yes, Mitchell, it is my previous life, and Murray is my life. But my life and death are not like Fox, where time is a straight line, but a spiral curve. When I die and come back to life, I have returned to the past, but I am no longer at the original starting point, and I am no longer in the previous life experience."

"I want to say that the surname Mitchell is very familiar. You were also a witch in your previous life, and you also entered Hogwarts to study?"

"Yes, also in Hufflepuff, the same age as Severus."

"You said that your life is like a spiral curve. Does that mean that another you also exists, in the same time and space as you?"

"That's right, and it's easy to prove. If you're lucky enough, go to the Pharmacy Department to explore now, maybe you can meet another me who happens to be on the night shift."

"You must try it! This is amazing!" Dumbledore said with interest: "Wait for me for a while, I'll be right back!"

Watching him go out with great enthusiasm, Dolores thought to herself, it seems that after using the shrinking agent to become younger, his mentality also became younger, and of course he became more charming.It's a pity that she knows herself well, even if she is accosted by such an outstanding handsome man, she is stingy with using any tentacles of her brain to remember.

Dumbledore came back in a short while: "I'm lucky, you are on duty—another you! She really looks like you to me. In terms of differences, she seems to be much simpler than you now. The whole The state of people is correspondingly more relaxed; of course, from another perspective, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. If it was her who met Severus today, it would be difficult for her to regain her senses as quickly as you, let alone question Severus back. Ruth's motivation."

"Because I'm older than her." Dolores replied: "When the lifespan of my previous life came to an end, I closed and opened my eyes and became who I am now."

"What an adventure!" Dumbledore couldn't help admiring: "We all thought that after death, the soul would be extradited to the world of the undead by the God of Death, where it would live and die to waste time, but it turned out that there is another possibility—— Return to the world with a new identity!"

"I'm an example, maybe it doesn't explain too much." Dolores paused, and finally revealed her frank purpose: "Albus, if you are curious about my experience, I am very willing to answer your questions. But Now, I want to ask you one thing first."

Dumbledore looked at her knowingly: "You want me to change your memory back for you?"

"Is it possible?" Dolores looked at him sincerely: "My memory can be completely opened to you."

"It's not necessary." Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "If your memory is long enough, and I lack a clear direction, you will easily get lost in it. The memory to be revised requires you to come to me without my participation." Lead the way yourself."

Dolores was overjoyed immediately: "I have no problem here, so you agree?"

"If you asked me for help last month, I'm afraid I would not be able to do it." Dumbledore said, taking out a wand: "Just a few days ago, I asked Fox to take me, and I took the time to go back. The old house, I found my original wand." He looked at it with emotion: "This old man, I have held the old wand and abandoned it for half a century, but it has no complaints and is still obedient to me , as if we had never been apart."

Dolores also cast her eyes and looked carefully.It was an obviously long wand, with a dark brown body, a pointed front and a thick rear, and simple decoration.She couldn't distinguish its material, but felt that it must be very strong, even if it was slightly bent when it was formed, it would be difficult for the opponent to judge its direction at a glance.

"Then I congratulate your partners on their reunion?" She said with a smile.

"Thank you." Dumbledore readily accepted: "Lola, do you want to accept memory correction immediately?"

Dolores glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's up to you. This is the end of the matter, and I don't need to worry about recovering my memory. It doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later."

"It doesn't matter to me." Dumbledore stretched his arms: "Although the youth created by the potion is false in the final analysis, temporary, and may overdraw my energy in the future, I really feel pretty good now."

"Since you are fine, let's do it now. At least there is a memory that I really care about, so I can settle it early and feel at ease." Dolores looked at her posture: "Should I lie down?"

"Choose what you like."

"Then I'd better lie down. Wait—"

Dolores chose the most comfortable side to lie on, Dumbledore stood up instead, raised his wand and solemnly explained: "I will use a relatively gentle way to enter your brain, you can easily find my existence, but don't produce Any resistance, but to lead me like a welcome guest to memory periods that you find problematic. Usually modified memories are either fogged or unnaturally distorted, whether you yourself I have already noticed, don't worry, give me enough time to untie them."

"I understand!" Dolores nodded emphatically, writing down every word he explained.

"Legiliency—" Dumbledore shook his wand, cutting a transparent wave of light.

The white walls of the ward disappeared from Dolores' eyes, and after a long time of freezing in the boundless darkness, a cold corridor opened out.She found herself leaning against the wall, seemingly alone.She scratched her hair in doubt, and was about to turn around and go back to the common room when a familiar voice suddenly sounded: "Wait!"

After being reminded by Dumbledore, Dolores finally remembered what she was doing and stood obediently.After an unknown period of time, she found something spread out in front of her.