Compared with previous path-finding experiences, the journey from the hospital lobby to the ward can be said to be uneventful.
The "paper butterfly" formed by the goblin magic looked no different from Professor Flitwick's magic, but Elena noticed that in some cases it would hover in mid-air waiting for them instead of moving along mechanically.
The route flies forward.
Interesting, does it have a certain level of basic programming logic?
Elena secretly made a note in her mind and planned to take this aspect into consideration in the future.
In the magical world, besides being obscure and mysterious in form, fairy magic is generally considered to be a civilization comparable to human magic - those magic props created by fairy craftsmanship still maintain their own mystery.
There is no doubt that compared to fighting, they are better at adding magic to industries and equipment.
Even if the object is just an ordinary piece of paper.
A few minutes later, the paper butterfly stopped in front of an ordinary ward. After circling twice, the magic power on it quickly dissipated and disappeared. It turned into an ordinary small square piece of paper again, and fluttered on the door of the ward.
In the trash can next to it.
"It seems that this should be right here, Professor Quirrell's room."
Elena raised her head, glanced at the sign on the door, and gradually put away the smile on her face.
Perhaps hearing the noise outside the door, a slightly fat middle-aged witch opened the door and walked out.
This middle-aged witch with a mother-like smile wears a green robe that symbolizes a healer, and the tag on her chest identifies her as the main healer: Elizabeth Anderson.
"Oh, you came just in time, Quirrell just woke up."
"That's really good news, but...what does the description on this door mean?"
Elena said, pointing to the words on the door plate, and asked softly: "Magic collapse, sequelae... these don't sound like very good things, so what is Professor Quirrell's current condition?
"
The smile on Elizabeth Anderson's face gradually disappeared, she stared at Elena for a while, and then said.
"It's not too good. Although compared to other people in this area, it is actually very lucky to be able to regain self-awareness. But personally, he may still need time to adapt, well...
Something lost."
"Um...lost something?" Hannah said, "Did the Professor have anything cut off during the treatment?"
For the time being, she was still immersed in the stories Elena told along the way, such as the treatment methods of Muggle doctors.
"Cut it off?" Elizabeth shook her head, a little confused, "We are therapists, not madmen."
Then the witch turned her head and looked at Grindelwald, who was standing behind the girls. His expression was suddenly so calm that it was a little scary.
"Pa, uh, I mean Mr. Apokalis, Mr. Quirinus Quirrell may never be able to return to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Some of the cursed power flowing in his blood
On the one hand, it saved his life, but on the other hand, it left irreversible scars - he survived, but he almost completely lost his magical ability."
"I heard about it, so Dumbledore asked me to come over and see him."
Grindelwald nodded slowly, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and said softly.
A normal wizard's body cannot bear two souls. When Quirinus Quirrell took turns fighting the two Dark Lords in the Forbidden Forest, the young wizard's body was actually on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for
Unicorn blood, Horcrux immortality, these factors reacted wonderfully, and the young man should have died the moment Voldemort abandoned Quirrell.
In his original judgment, Quirinus Quirrell might become a living dead forever.
But if the young wizard suddenly wakes up...
A strange light flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, and the smile on his face became warmer.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Anderson, could you let me talk to Professor Quirrell for a while first? Alone."
"Of course there is no problem, this is of course the best."
Elizabeth Anderson said in agreement, quickly turned aside to get out of the way, and continued.
"To be honest, I was about to write to Hogwarts for help. You know, he has barely said a few words since he woke up. For such a young professor, he should be very good. This is
What a shame, isn't it?"
"Maybe this is life? There will always be various accidents in this world..."
Grindelwald shrugged noncommittally and looked over the witch's shoulder towards the room.
"Well, that's right! Elena, you can go in with me - after all, you were once Quirrell's favorite student. Now that Quirinas finally woke up, I think it's best for you to come too.
Talk to him."
"But I..."
Elena glanced at the danger flashing in Grindelwald's eyes, and shrank back with some resistance.
As the Sandaime Dark Lord, she could naturally vaguely guess the old wizard's plan. Whether it was to kill someone, search for memories, or clean up, all in all, this was destined to not be a "heart-warming" conversation.
However, in the narrow corridor, Elena didn't have much room to retreat.
Elizabeth Anderson smiled and stretched out her hand, and with the help of several other girls, she pushed her through the door.
"Listen to Mr. Apokalis, son, your professor needs you..."
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The ward is more spacious than it looks from the outside, but the lighting is not very good.
There was only a narrow window opened high on the wall to the left of the door. Because she was too short, Elena was not sure whether it was a real window or just a magical dynamic picture.
The light in the room is mainly provided by crystal bubbles containing magic candles gathered in the center of the ceiling.
A somewhat strange beak mask hangs on the oak paneled wall, instead of being decorated with portraits of some famous healers in the wizarding world like other magic hospitals. It looks a bit unspeakably mysterious.
As the door to the ward was closed, only the three of them were left in the room.
Quirinus Quirrell's hospital bed was placed at the back of the room, facing the small window.
Elena saw that Professor Quirrell's face seemed to be paler than before. The purple turban that had been wrapped around the man's head had been taken off, and now it was neatly folded into a pile and placed not far from the hospital bed.
on the chair.
Just when Elena walked into the room, Quirrell turned his head, and there was a slight fluctuation in his dull eyes.
"Good evening," Quirinus Quirrell whispered hoarsely, "Professor Apokalis, Miss Kaslana. Unfortunately, I don't know where the Dark Lord is - if you want to ask