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Chapter 589 Treatment

After a day of fighting, Ryan originally planned to take a nap. However, his goal was not achieved because he was woken up by a sharp voice less than an hour after lying down. After opening his eyes, he saw what he had just seen

Buck, the house elf who sent Malfoy and his son to rest, stood beside him.

"What happened, Buck." Ryan asked, raising his body with his arms, and then looked at the watch on the bedside. "It's only one o'clock in the morning, did something happen?"

"Professor McGonagall ordered me to bring you here." The house elf Buck said in a sharp voice. "She asked you to bring everything you need when you cast the spell, because now you need to save someone."

"Save people!" Ryan became nervous all of a sudden. He quickly stood up and tied the belt with the space belt around his body. Then he put on his school uniform robe outside his nightgown and said to Buck. "Hurry up and take me to save people.

Well, every second is important now."

"No problem, sir." Then Buck grabbed Ryan's arm and started to apparate. After experiencing the feeling of being squeezed out of a small tube, Ryan found himself in the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and Professor Slughorn gathered around a hospital bed in front of him. After hearing the sounds in the ward, Professor McGonagall turned around.

Looked at Ryan.

"Ryan, you're here. Come over quickly and see how Professor Dumbledore is doing now?" Ryan could hear a hint of anxiety in Professor McGonagall's tone.

"What! Is Professor Dumbledore the one who was injured?" Ryan quickly walked to the hospital bed and looked down. Sure enough, it was Professor Dumbledore lying on the hospital bed. He was muttering something unconsciously and his face turned blue.

.It doesn’t look like the situation is very good.

"How did Professor Dumbledore end up like this?" Ryan asked, looking at the professors.

"It's not damn Snape." Professor Flitwick looked angry. "He gained Dumbledore's trust by pretending to be the school's messenger in the past, and then suddenly attacked Dumbledore during the battle between Dumbledore and the mysterious man.

As a result, Dumbledore was distracted by the curse of the mysterious man at the critical moment. Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore suppressed the curse and repelled the mysterious man. However, he fell down after he came back. Before he fell, he

Mentioned you, thought you could save him, so we called you here now."

"We have just tried all the possible solutions that we think are feasible, but Dumbledore has never woken up." Madam Pomfrey interrupted. "So we can only follow the instructions of Mr. Headmaster and see what you can do."

It seems that Professor McGonagall was looking for him just now because the professors were completely at their wits end, so they could only follow Dumbledore's last instructions to look for Ryan, who was a student. To be honest, the professors were looking for him when the elves were looking for him.

In fact, I didn’t hold out much hope, that is, I just grabbed the last straw with a dead horse mentality.

However, Ryan doesn't think the professors are doing something wrong, because the difficulties they are encountering now do not look like problems that a pre-adult student can solve from any angle.

He walked to the bedside and checked Professor Dumbledore with his wand. After seeing the conclusion of the magic feedback, he thought about it, took out an Erlenmeyer flask from the space bag and put it on the bedside table, and then took out two more.

He poured the sulfur powder and mercury contained in the palm-sized glass bottle into the Erlenmeyer flask in a one-to-one weight ratio. Finally, he took out the pink Madonna of the Rose and used it to draw a pattern around the Erlenmeyer flask in the air.

He created an alchemy array and chanted a spell at the same time.

Under the influence of Our Lady of the Rose, mercury and sulfur powder were slowly mixed together, and finally turned into a bottle of potion that was as bright red as blood.

"This is the elixir of life!" As a master of potions, Slughorn immediately recognized what the bottle of potion in Ryan's hand was, and then looked at the small pink gem in Ryan's hand in shock.

"What is this piece in your hand-" Slughorn finally couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart and asked.

"It's pretty much what you thought, but Professor, you'd better give in now, I need to save people now." After saying this, Ryan pushed Slughorn away somewhat rudely and approached Dumbledore's head. Slughorn

When Ryan squeezed him away, he didn't react at all. He just let Ryan push him away with a shocked look on his face, while he kept mumbling something to himself.

Ryan first raised Dumbledore's head with his left hand, held the Madonna of the Rose, and recited a spell to his face. At the same time, he asked Madam Pomfrey to help open Professor Dumbledore's mouth, and then raised the handle of the Erlenmeyer flask with his right hand.

A cup of thick blood-red elixir that had just been prepared was poured into Dumbledore's mouth. After a moment, Dumbledore's eyelids trembled a few times and opened.

"It's great that you're finally awake, Albus," Professor McGonagall said. "How do you think you feel now?"

"It's not very good." Dumbledore smiled. "But I should be out of danger now. Tom is stronger than I thought. This life-draining curse almost killed me. By the way, how is school?

?Voldemort’s sneak attack didn’t succeed, right?”

"No." Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Mr. Liang and Miss Granger teamed up to kill all the intruders. At the same time, he just saved you with a cup of strange potion."

"Ah, Ryan, I have to say thank you today." Dumbledore slowly turned his head and said seriously to Ryan, and then he said to everyone surrounding him. "Okay, it's already very late today. I

I think you are tired after working all day, so everyone should go and have a rest."

Just when everyone was about to leave, Dumbledore said again: "By the way, Ryan, please stay for a while. I want to discuss the next step of treatment with you."

After the professors left, Ryan was the only one standing in front of Dumbledore's hospital bed. After a few minutes of silence, Dumbledore untied his robe and looked at his chest. At this time, Ryan could clearly see

There was a black mark like a spider's shadow on Dumbledore's chest. Even Ryan saw the mark as if it was alive.

Although he had sensed the curse that Voldemort had placed on Dumbledore when he used Madonna Rose to examine it before, Ryan was still surprised when he saw the curse with his own eyes.

"Thank you for everything you just did, Ryan. How much time do you think I have?" Dumbledore's tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was asking what the weather will be like tomorrow.

"If you don't suffer such injuries like this time, I think there is no problem for you to live for more than ten years, but you need to cooperate with my treatment and pay some price at the same time." Ryan raised the Virgin of the Rose apron.

Dumbledore said categorically after checking it carefully for a few times.

Dumbledore smiled. "This is much better than I thought. I am really lucky to have a student like you. Well, can you tell me what the price is?"

"The ring finger of your left hand." Ryan said. "I need to cast spells for seven consecutive days to compress the curse on you into the ring finger closest to your heart from a mystical perspective, and then cast a spell to cut off your ring finger. I'm sorry.

, this is already the least costly solution I can think of."

"It's okay, this is much better than I thought. I always thought that this curse only left me less than a year to live. It seems that the knowledge you have includes many blind spots in our current magic knowledge."

Then Dumbledore winked at Ryan mischievously. "Losing a ring finger is not unacceptable to me. At least at my current age, I don't need to think about love for the time being."

"Okay, this treatment process will take seven days. I hope you can cooperate with my treatment around the clock for the next week." Ryan warned seriously, "But can you tell me why you told Professor McGonagall before you fell into coma?

Let me come over?"


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