Chapter 313 Grindelwald: Die Young! I Have Alzheimer's Disease!

"Blake, didn't I say I have no appetite? I don't..."

Hermione was pulled by Blake directly through the dimensional door and left the library.

She thought Blake was going to drag her to a barbecue.

Although Blake's skewers are delicious, Hermione is really not in the mood to eat them right now.

However, her refusal was not finished yet.

Then he realized that he was no longer in Hogwarts.

Now she... is standing on the clouds.

"ah!"

After exclaiming.

Hermione glanced around in shock.

Only then did she realize that she was not standing in the sky, but on the top of a high mountain.

Blake was holding a plate of sunflowers that exuded warm light.

With this sunflower, even the mountain tops in winter instantly become as warm as spring.

He pressed the sunflower into Hermione's hand.

"What do you think of it here? Is it beautiful?"

The top of this nameless mountain looks only a few square meters.

And it looks very uneven.

Watching Blake look at the clouds under the mountain with a face full of intoxication.

Hermione said helplessly: "I won't say whether it's beautiful or not, but...I just feel weak in my legs now..."

"Still a little... a little bit troubled to breathe..."

Blake quickly said: "Sorry, I was negligent...

A head-bubbly spell fell on Hermione's head instantly.

Hermione felt better now.

But I still feel a little dizzy.

"Um.........I'm sorry, I just wanted to show you the most erotic thing here..."

"I...I ignored the uncomfortable feeling you might have. I ignored your feelings."

Hermione suddenly felt that there was something in Blake's words.

Could it be...that this guy figured it out?

Otherwise, why would he ignore his own feelings?

Hermione glanced quietly at Blake.

Blake was looking at the sea of ​​clouds at the foot of the mountain, wondering what he was thinking.

Hermione silently placed the sunflower in her hand on a stone.

Then he took out his magic wand and tried to make another stone flatter.

However, the transformation technique that was usually so handy seems to be below par today.

The stone twisted and turned into an ugly stone pier that could barely be called a stone bench...

Hermione frowned and looked at her work with dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, Zhang Shiying, who had stopped changing long ago, changed again.

From an ugly stone bench to a beautiful armchair.

The armchairs are even extravagantly covered in velvet...

Hermione turned her head just in time to see Blake putting his wand away.

"Sometimes, I'm really jealous of your talent..."

Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Despite all the difficulties, this stubborn rock can only be transformed.

And Blake…

But it directly turned it into something else entirely...

Hermione knew that this kind of talent was beyond her reach no matter how hard she tried.

However, Hermione's thoughtful words seemed to make Blake feel a little at a loss.

"Um...I...I just want you to sit more comfortably."

"You know, in this kind of weather, the stone bench is very beautiful..."

Blake seemed a little panicked when faced with the explanation.

Hermione felt much happier.

This guy still cares about himself...

She suddenly felt that it was so easy to be satisfied...

"If you just change it into a chair, is it just for you to sit on, or is it for me to sit on?"

"This... of course is for you to sit on. I..."

Blake originally said that he didn't really want to sit down.

However, after seeing Hermione's intense gaze, Blake changed his tune.

"I can't change chairs or anything like that one by one..."

"But I saw you put away your wand?" Hermione said with a smile.

Blake touched his hard mouth and said: "I just want to try casting spells without a wand..."

Blake's level of wandless spellcasting is also very high.

An identical armchair soon appeared on the top of the hill.

The ground was smoothed by Blake.

So that he could level the chair...

Blake coughed twice and sat down next to Hermione.

The sea of ​​white clouds floats calmly under the mountain peaks.

The solitary mountain peaks are like isolated islands in the sea.

But this isolated island is extremely quiet.

The soft sunlight and the light of sunflowers shine together on the body.

Giving Hermione a warm feeling.

Hermione looked at the wonderful scenery in front of her and suddenly understood why Blake liked coming here.

It's so quiet here that it feels like a paradise.

And Hermione knew that Lake was actually a quiet person.

Blake took out his wand and pointed at the newly created platform.

Then the platform bulged up and turned into a stone coffee table.

Blake swiped his left hand, and Kusaka's circle of sparks appeared on his left side.

Then, Blake stretched out his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a pot of hot tea and two teacups were brought over and placed on the stone table.

The two of them just sat quietly on the top of the mountain, looking at the sea of ​​clouds and drinking hot tea.

Not a word was said.

However, even though he didn’t say a word.

Hermione thought so too.

It's nice to sit here quietly together and look at the sea of ​​clouds.

In this way, the two of them stayed on the top of the mountain until the sun set in the west.

When the sun disappears into the sea of ​​clouds, leaving only a little bit of vermilion.

Blake suddenly asked: "Do you like it here?"

"I do," Hermione replied.

I do not know how it is.

I watched the sea of ​​clouds here for a long time, and then watched the sunset again.

Hermione felt much better.

Her original self-confidence also inexplicably returned a lot.

The original unwillingness, sadness and inferiority in my heart also disappeared.

This place is like magic...

"If you like it, you can come again next time." Blake said softly.

"But, I can't get up."

Hermione looked at the mountain's knee-jerk height.

I knew it was impossible for me to get up there.

Blake suddenly said: "How about... I teach you my dimensional gate. In this case, you can do it by yourself."

Hermione looked at Blake, "Although your magic is amazing, but... I don't want to learn it.

"Why?" Blake was stunned.

I don't know how many people I met who wanted to learn this teleportation magic, but Blake didn't even teach him.

But now, when I want to teach others, this person doesn’t want to learn?

"Because...if I had learned it, you wouldn't have come with me."

Blake looked at Hermione.

But she seemed to be avoiding Blake's gaze.

He turned to look at the distant sea on the right.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of her face, making it look red...

Nurmengard.

Grindelwald knocked on the table with a confused look on his face.

"Damn it...did I make tea at noon..."

"How do I remember that I took a dip..."

“Wizards can also get Alzheimer’s?!”

"I'm not going to let anyone point a wand at me."

"You...we just want to treat you.

"I know, but..."

"Can Dean Bohan still hurt you? You should know how many times he has saved you.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries.

Moody was leaning on a cane and leaning against the wall with a look of discomfort on his face.

Tonks was leaning against the wall on the other side.

She was munching on a bag of Bibi's multi-flavor beans.

While whispering something quietly to Tris.

Today, the legendary Auror of the Ministry of Magic, Alas Yin Moody.

On the way back from the mission, I received a letter from Dumbledore.

Out of trust in Dumbledore, he did not return to the Ministry of Magic.

Taking Tonks, we went directly to St. Mungo's.

Then, the above scene appeared.

Although after he came here.

It was a surprise to learn that there was a new treatment that could cure the disabilities and injuries he had accumulated over the years.

However, after learning that this method is a magic spell.

Moody immediately became alert.

Because this not only means that someone will use a magic wand on him who is defenseless.

TEL......

Can one's disability be cured with a magic spell?

And this spell was invented by a child?

No matter how I hear this, I feel a bit ridiculous.

Like a bad lie.

If it could be cured so easily, he wouldn't have to suffer for so many years.

So, Moody's old habit of being suspicious returned.

Even if he knew that he might offend Dean Bohan.

There was no way he was willing to receive treatment now.

He had to see Dumbledore nod with his own eyes before he was willing to accept treatment...

So, now he is waiting for Dumbledore.

Of course, this is no wonder Moody.

After all, it is this caution and suspicion.

After letting him go through so many life and death battles.

Still alive to this day.

To be honest, even if Dumbledore arrived now.

He also had to see if the Dumbledore who came here was real...

Dumbledore arrived quickly.

When Blake disappeared again (I don’t know where he went).

Dumbledore who happened to be in Professor McGonagall's office.

After receiving the letter.

Floo powder directly from the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office to St. Mungo's.

Dumbledore soon saw Moody with a stubborn face.

There was also Dean Bohan who stood aside angrily.

He spotted Dumbledore who had just walked through the door.

"Expelliarmus!"

Surprisingly

Moody didn't go up to shake Dumbledore's hand. Instead, he threw a curse directly at Dumbledore!

"Whoosh!"

Dumbledore's figure suddenly disappeared. The next second he appeared in front of Moody!

The disarming spell was naturally in vain because of this. The spell hit the wall, leaving a shallow crater.

Dumbledore said helplessly: "Alastor...you are really..."

"Ha! It's real Dumbledore!" Moody put away his wand and shook Dumbledore's hand enthusiastically. "You are the one who can avoid my sneak attack so calmly."

Dumbledore sighed. He wanted to say that this was not necessarily the case.

However, now Moody finally believes that he is the real Dumbledore and is willing to receive treatment.

If I say one more thing, I don’t know how hard this suspicious guy will have to go before he believes it...

It didn't take long. There were only a few men left in the ward.

Because now Alastor·Moody. Dean Bohan had stripped him naked and tied him to the hospital bed.

His prosthetic limbs were also removed. Even him

The magic eye was also taken off and placed on a plate on the bedside table.

"If Dumbledore hadn't been here..." Moody said feebly as he was trapped on the hospital bed.

He believed Dumbledore. Otherwise, you want to tie him to the hospital bed and point him with a wand? He will first poke the guy who wants to do this with a wand.

A hole.

"Alright...I'm going to get started, Alastor."

Dean Bohan rolled up his sleeves. These days, he has treated many patients for their disabilities. After adequate practice on most patients.

His limb regeneration spell has made great progress. Now, he has been able to successfully restore his legs.

Of course, after finishing the work, you have to rest for several days to recover. Because the more complex the limb structure is to be restored, the more energy is required, and Dean Bohan is no longer here

.

".||You start."

With Dumbledore watching. Moody felt that he was tough when he spoke.

"Three treatments in total, Araswan."

"Three? You mean, I have to be tied to this hospital bed three more times?"

"You should know how seriously you have been injured..." Dean Bohan said: "If I heal you in one breath, I will tire myself to death."

"Uh... Okay... Thank you, old Bohan, I know, I wasn't very good at talking just now...

"I don't care about that, Alastor. It's always good to be cautious in your line of work." Dean Bohan looked at Moody's condition.

"Then our first course of treatment will be to treat your eyes and nose."

Moody lost one of his eyeballs, so he always used the magic eye instead. And a piece of his nose was missing. This makes him look scary.

"Come on then!" Moody was also very excited.

Although the magic eye helped him a lot, it could see through many disguises. However, if your eyes can recover, you don’t need this magic eye!

"It might hurt a little bit...I can't figure out the rules here. Because some people will feel severe pain, while some people won't feel anything at all...I have to tell you first.

clear. So that you can be prepared.

Seeing the worried look on old Bohan's face. Moody smiled and said: "Come on, old Bohan, I don't believe that there is anything more painful in this world than being hit by the Cruciatus Curse."

"I even resisted the Cruciatus Curse, this little one... ah!"

There was a flash of blue light. Before Moody could finish his words, he started screaming.

"What happened? Did it fail?"

Seeing Moody screaming miserably, Dumbledore couldn't help but asked in surprise.

"Hey...it shouldn't be! Didn't Blake say that even if the spell fails, it won't do any harm to anyone."

Moody was in so much pain that his originally ferocious face was distorted into something normal...

"My eyes... hurt..." (terrible)

Moody screamed. If not for being trapped in a hospital bed. He had already covered his eyes and rolled around.

"It's okay! The spell is working!" Dean Bohan looked at Moody sweating profusely.

All I could see was Moody's right eye, the empty socket. Traces of red flesh and blood are gradually forming!

"Hang in there! Alastor! You'll be fine soon!"

"Bg..."

Moody let out an inhuman scream.

After a long time, Moody lay on the bed covered in sweat and no longer had any strength.

However, there was a happy smile on his face.

Although it hurts,...his eyes have grown back!

Unlike Moody who has a bright smile. Dean Bohan was a little worried.

"It seems...the more serious the injury you have suffered and the deeper the curse, the more painful the treatment will be..."

“I originally had three courses of treatment because I couldn’t bear it.

"But now it seems that I ignored the patient's feelings..."

"Based on Alastor's performance just now, if we want to cure him, I think he will be the one who can't stand it first, not me."

Moody smiled weakly: "What does it matter? Old Bohan, just let it go...

"If I can recover as before, what does it matter if I die of pain?"

Dean Bohan said seriously: "This is not a small problem, Alastor! I have to ask Blake if I am using the spell incorrectly."

"I remember Sylvanus' injury was not that serious [why didn't I hear him say that the treatment was painful?"

Hogwarts. night.

When Dumbledore finally arrested Blake and Hermione on the spot in the Forbidden Forest while they were wandering around at night.

And when he told Blake about it.

Blake's face was filled with shock.

"It's true that I forgot to teach Dean Bohan the anesthetic spell...but..."

"Is there a possibility that when you are treating Moody, you can actually use the stun spell to knock him out..."

Dumbledore:………

Blake:…………

Hermione:??

ps: In the past few days, I have suffered from frozen shoulder...right...