When Anton arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the female Auror named Susan had already arranged everything and was waiting for the therapist to examine him.
Seeing Anton coming over, he nodded, then turned his head and stared at the therapist's expression.
"It's not a big problem. Get some sleep and drink some magic potion to nourish your mind." The therapist looked a little confused. "I detected two traces of the Cruciatus Curse in his body. It should be short-term. Logically speaking,
Saying it shouldn’t cause fainting.”
"He looks a bit like he has been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time, but he is not harmed by the curse for a long time. Instead, he is mentally damaged."
The therapist scratched his head and walked straight out with the medical examination form, still muttering, "Will there be a variant curse of the Unforgivable Curse? Those dark wizards are simply crazy!"
"The Cruciatus Curse!"
Susan gripped the wizard's robe hard, her eyes full of sadness, "This child's mother, my good sister, Alice, and their wife were also tortured into madness by the Cruciatus Curse, and they are still lying in the hospital, right next door.
"
"Oh my god, I can't believe it, their child..."
"My poor Neville."
She touched Neville's hair tremblingly, with tears in her eyes.
At this moment, a voice came from outside the ward. She seemed to be awakened. She wiped her tears and reluctantly showed a gentle smile to Anton, "You are an Auror apprentice, right? For our faith, this is what we do sometimes.
, and suddenly my comrade was gone."
"Maybe he died, maybe he was admitted to the hospital and never came out, but we don't need to be sad, because we don't know when, we will follow in their footsteps."
Anton looked at her in silence.
This is a 40-year-old witch who looks a bit coquettish. A terrible scar runs through her cheek. Now it is tattooed with a mysterious tattoo of flowers and brocade, which looks inexplicably wild.
She sniffed slightly and shook her head forcefully, "If you don't have such faith, you won't be able to become an Auror. This is a reminder from my seniors."
With that said, she gently covered Neville with the quilt, "I'm going back to fight. Now the prisoners are running around and have caused a lot of bad things. Come and watch him."
Anton didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
"By the way, thank you for inventing the 'Werewolf Animagus'. This transformation has greatly improved the Auror's survivability and combat capabilities."
"You are a very powerful wizard."
"Everyone will appreciate your kindness."
Anton just shook his head and pursed his lips, "You are respectable people. I am honored to do something for the Aurors."
Susan smiled gently and ruffled Anton's hair, "You are such a good person, Anthony."
With that said, she left.
"Good guy?"
Anton was a little silent, turned around and sat on Neville's bed, his eyes dim.
He would suddenly tell the female Auror very embarrassedly that he came to the Auror office just for fun and to enjoy the exclusive magic of Aurors.
This is someone else's belief, a belief that they are willing to sacrifice their lives for.
Having your faith blasphemed will make people feel guilty.
Anton sighed quietly.
Maybe Scrimgeour was right, he was indeed not suitable to be an Auror.
…
Anton checked Neville and found that the main damage actually came from Neville using the properties of herbs to connect with Bella's feelings, causing him to suffer the pain of heart-breaking bone removal, which made his soul almost collapse.
.
But this damage is not irreversible.
Anton's hands were filled with misty sunshine, and he gently covered Neville's forehead with his palms, "Just have a sleep. Your idiotic behavior has won my respect. Neville, you are also a wise man."
Charming person.”
"Neville has the same noble qualities as his parents. I have never doubted this." The door to the ward was pushed open and Dumbledore walked in.
He looked at the white light in Anton's hand and raised his eyebrows, "Patronus Charm?"
Anton shrugged and turned his palm over. A ray of sunlight floated in his palm. Just looking at it gave him a sense of warmth in his heart.
"I call it the Ray of Sunshine Spell, which is inspired by the Patronus Charm."
Dumbledore exclaimed, "It seems that your research on the direction of the soul has been very in-depth."
"Soul direction?" Anton was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true. "My first teacher Fiennes focused on the power of the soul. Later, um, you know, Professor Quirrell's Horcrux, and...
There are Snape’s Potions and many principles involving the soul, not to mention the magic spell of Shadowless Blade. There is also Mr. Grindelwald’s guidance..."
"No wonder..." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I once said that you are very talented in transfiguration. Now you are studying in the direction of human transfiguration. On the contrary, you are slower in learning transfiguration in general.
.”
He met Anton's surprised gaze and spread his hands, "The book "The Wisdom of Dumbledore" you compiled is about to be published. I got the sample book from editor Lockhart. Obviously, although your research on the direction of transfiguration is
I have surpassed most people, but I still haven’t learned anything.”
"What an interesting situation. In the past, you proudly showed me the 'moving figures' that you learned from the goblin secrets. I also taught you the 'loyal guardian', and I'm still waiting for you to make something in this regard."
What breakthrough?”
Anton grinned, "There is so much to learn, ritual magic, wizard body, potions, spells, transformation... I always feel like I can never finish learning no matter what."
"There is no end to learning, kid." Dumbledore looked down at Neville with a smile, relaxed, and stood up straight again, "I, an old man who is over a hundred years old, still insist on reading every day."
The door to the ward was pushed open again, and an old witch wearing a wizard hat with a stuffed vulture and a green wizard robe walked in with a panic expression, followed by a middle-aged wizard with a pot belly who looked similar to Neville.
A little bit of similarity in the eyebrows.
They hurried in, followed by a stern-faced Professor McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbledore, I sent Neville to school not to make him like this!" The old witch looked sadly at Neville on the hospital bed.
"Augusta, I'm sorry, but Neville is fine. He just needs to get some sleep and practice himself. He is still a great young man."
"Oh~" Witch Augusta grabbed Neville's hand tremblingly and held it tightly, "This child has always been stupid. I have always been very disappointed with him. My only hope in this life is that he can be healthy.
The earth grows, that’s all.”
As she spoke, she sobbed.
The pot-bellied middle-aged wizard behind her looked at Anton with interest, "You must be Anthony Weiss, right? I often hear Neville talk about you. He especially admires you and participated in the organization you formed.
Cabin Organization.”
Anton raised his eyebrows and shook his hand gently.
"Oh~ you don't know how grateful I am to you. My relationship with this kid is actually not that good. He came to me to learn the activation spell of Wizard Chess for your 'comeback' game. For this reason, our relationship
It’s gotten a lot better.”
Anton's face couldn't help but become weird, bad relationship? Oh, it is indeed possible for such a tough family to have a bad relationship. In order to make Neville forget that he saw his parents being tortured by Death Eaters when he was a child, Neville's grandmother,
Crazy casting of the 'Forgetting Curse' damaged Neville's memory and made him a little unresponsive. Neville's uncle was also very powerful. In order to test whether Neville was a squib, he threw him down from the building...
"Of course, I know that Neville is following you and studying..." Algie moved his fingers around his heart and made a gesture.
"So, can you tell me what happened? Why was Neville injured by the Cruciatus Curse and lying in the hospital?"
At this moment, everyone was staring at Anton.
"Oh, it's nothing. I took Neville to the Death Eaters to talk about life for a while, and Neville and Bella talked about magic." Anton smiled with an indifferent look on his face.
"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, she quickly turned around, closed the door to the ward, and walked over quickly, "What did you say?"
Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses and shook his head in confusion, "I'm not surprised at all that Anton would do such a thing."
"Bella? Is that Bellatrix Lestrange?" Algie took a breath and was shocked.
The old witch Augusta stood up and grabbed Anton's arm, "Are you crazy? Take him to find Bella? Do you know that it was this crazy woman who tortured Neville's parents crazy!"
"So..." Anton spread his hands, "When I knew where these Death Eaters were, I took Neville over to play with them, that's all."
"Just for fun?" Algi looked at Anton in disbelief, "Just?"
"Oh, are you crazy kid, or am I crazy?"
"Are Death Eaters very powerful?" Anton blinked innocently, "In fact, Neville has produced good results in his research."
A gilded silver snuff box flew out from the pocket of the wizard's robe, opened it with a snap, and floated out a wand, stopping in front of Neville's grandmother and uncle.
"He developed the counter-curse of the Cruciatus Curse!" Anton met everyone's gaze and spread his hands, "That should be it. After all, he fainted in the middle of his words. I heard that this is what he meant,
We can only know the details after he wakes up."
Peng~
Endless fog instantly enveloped the entire ward. Dumbledore grabbed Neville's wand and gently touched it with the Elder Wand in his hand.
——"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
——Neville looked determined, and the wand in his hand burst out with dazzling magic plasma, piercing Bella's forehead.
——Then, he took out a purple herb with a pair of leaves, gave one piece to Bella to eat, and kept another piece in his mouth.
Anton fully recognized Uncle Neville's judgment and nodded sincerely, "I also think he is a bit crazy for doing this..."
Before he finished speaking, Mag gave him a gentle push.
"Anton, shut up. Don't irritate Augusta (Grandma Neville) anymore. She has a bad heart." Mag came closer, took out reading glasses from the pocket of the wizard's robe, put them on, and stared at the flashback.