Now, he is completely different from the one who likes to show off, does all kinds of exaggerated things, and grandstanding.
He felt the weight of life.
"All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced."
Maybe this is the price for his power
After he left Hogwarts, he held many signing parties, attracting the attention of many young girls and even middle-aged women.
Then he suddenly fainted at a signing event, and after being sent to the hospital, he faded out of people's sight, and finally disappeared gradually.
Looking at the terribly aging man in front of her, it seemed that a string was suddenly connected in Hermione's head, like an electric current swiftly passing through it.
The memory that was sealed in the box by someone seems to be bouncing around, and may rush out from a closed corner at any time.
She took a deep breath, and was about to ask more in-depth questions.
For example, the truth about the Chamber of Secrets back then
She still wants to try to retrieve that distant memory.
"What happened in the Chamber of Secrets at that time." Hermione asked directly.
Lockhart's face froze suddenly.
Dumbledore's warning was vivid in his mind.
Moreover, he didn't know the truth very well, but he just vaguely felt that the truth was something he couldn't bear.
"You are very sharp, Miss Granger." Gilderoy Lockhart praised, but unfortunately, I don't know more, sorry. ’ he apologized.
"Luo..." Hermione was still about to say something, but was startled by the sudden sound behind her, and her unspoken words were also interrupted.
"I found you, Hermione, why are you here? We are all worried about you." This was Ron's voice, and the Weasley brothers were standing behind her, and then she was pulled away by the three of them in a hurry , without even saying goodbye to Lockhart.
Ron and the twins seemed flustered, perhaps not less than being scolded by Mrs. Weasley.
They didn't even notice that the patient inside the door was their former teacher.
They went down to the second floor lightly and quickly, and the wailing of patients could be heard from time to time.
"Biological Harm?" Hermione frowned.
Then she knew that Mr. Arthur had been attacked by a snake.
But in fact, her deduction is not wrong, it is not a snake, it is just a derivative born of Transfiguration, the essence is still the damage caused by the spell, just for the convenience of management, Arthur Weasley still lives on the second floor .
But not quite.
This is a compound spell derived from polymorph and curse magic.
Wounds are extremely difficult to heal.
The ward on the second floor is quite small and dark, with only a narrow window on the high wall opposite the door. It seems that the light of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds is provided by that kind of crystal bubbles. Mild and not harsh.
There are several beds side by side, covered with clean white sheets.
On the oak-panelled wall hung a portrait of a sinister wizard with the inscription: Eqtra Harrow (), Inventor of the Eviscerate Curse.
"Sorry to trouble you." Hermione lowered her head, apologizing, and walked in slowly.
"It's all right," said Mrs. Weasley kindly.
Mr. Weasley's hospital bed was at the back of the room, next to the small window, and he was leaning comfortably on several pillows, carefully reading a publication.
Not the Daily Prophet.
Looks like The Quibbler
Mrs. Weasley brought it on purpose.
It seemed that Mrs. Weasley had already talked to her husband, and she was sitting quietly on a sturdy wooden chair at this time, holding up a knife, and slowly peeling apples.
"Mom, where's your peeling spell?" George reminded.
Only then did Mrs. Weasley realize that she had done something stupid, and hurriedly patted her forehead angrily, and waved the wand in her hand.
For a whole apple, the skin was peeled off, and then it was quickly chopped into pieces, and it lay quietly back into the bowl.
Mrs. Weasley has a unique insight and ability to housekeeping spells.
Then she held a plate with chunks of apple stuck in a toothpick and fed it to her husband.
Both of Arthur's arms were strangled, covered with thick white bandages, wrapped round and round, as well as his neck. Except for his legs, he was lucky to escape, and his whole body looked like a big cat. white rice dumplings.
"Oh, dear, you may have to take your medicine again." Mrs. Weasley glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then quickly removed the apple chunks.
In his hand, he put on a bowl of red meat with a slightly bloody smell.
"Blood tonic". It's actually just pure herbs that help him produce blood.
Every time the bandage was removed to change the dressing, a large amount of blood flowed out, and it was almost impossible to stop.
This is a very vicious curse.
"Children, it's time for us to go. Let your father take a good rest. According to the therapist, he is very sleepy recently." Mrs. Weasley said worriedly.
Then he led a group of people out of the ward.
A big stone fell from their hearts.
Although he was still a little worried about him, there was still a difference between known and unknown worries, and finally controlled the worries within a certain limit.
Mrs. Weasley was going to show them around and look around.
After all, this is their vacation, and they are idle, and the neighborhood is the busiest place in London.
Worrying too much isn't great, is it
The Weasley family could barely pull themselves together.
"I'm sorry, I may have something minor and I can't go with you." Hermione said apologetically.
It's actually not trivial.
She was going to ask Professor Lockhart again.
After explaining the excuse, she trotted all the way, and she stepped onto the fifth floor, where Professor Gilderoy Lockhart was in the ward.
"Miss Granger?" Lockhart put the newspaper back on the bedside table and raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.
"You are very persistent." He said, not knowing whether it was a compliment or some other emotion.
"It's just that I really don't have any extra information to tell you."
Lockhart spoke continuously, and then took a few breaths. He was so old that he would pant sharply after speaking a few words.
"Would you like to hear my story? When people are about to die, they always feel like remembering." Lockhart chose to change the subject.
"Actually, I have nothing to miss." He shrugged and made a helpless expression.
Hermione looked at the man in front of her with sympathy. Compared with 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 it will be tiring to stand."
Hermione pulled out a stool and sat down, ready to listen to Lockhart's story quietly.