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Chapter 538 Effective Treatment

Andrew is not good at healing spells, because even the dean is not very good at it - this is a field that requires special training and in-depth research. The efficiency of spells is not only reflected in rescue, but also in mistakes.

However, thanks to the director's strict requirements, he was still able to understand the therapist's operations.

Yes - after they arrived, without even a few words of greeting, the initial treatment began.

There is no way. I can't explain the treatment principles on the spot, then carefully analyze the feasibility of the treatment, and then hold a meeting to rule out the possibility of accidents, right?

Theoretically this would be the best, but the prerequisite is that Professor Flitwick and Andrew must first learn this set of skills, which would take three or four years, and then they would be able to improve to the level of professional therapists - then they wouldn't have to do anything else.

The current treatment plan is that the attending doctor, Dr. Perk, uses Legilimency with all his strength. His job is to review the memory once, while the other therapist is responsible for showing the captured memory in dreams and projecting the situation using dream beads.

“Very stable…”

Andrew observed the shape of the dream that was induced and made a judgment.

Dreams have colors, he confirmed this when he was making the dream beads - the daydream spell has a greedy pink color, happy dreams are blue with a hint of purple, nightmares are a bit more colorful, mostly black and gray, and even if there is a deviation, it is still a very dark color.

Artificially woven dreams will change according to the weaver's emotions, both in color and stability. If a distorted dream is forcibly woven, cracks will even appear in the dream beads.

However, since this was not a completely accurate judgment, it was not published in the main text, but was mentioned in the hypothesis in the appendix - he originally planned to conduct a feedback survey after dreams became popular, but he did not expect that it would come in handy now.

"Yes, it is stable, but it means that the memory of using the Oblivion Charm has not yet been confirmed."

Professor Flitwick nodded, agreeing with Andrew's judgment. "There is some forbidden knowledge in memory magic. Too strong stimulation will destroy the original spell, but this is basically impossible to do."

"Well, I've read the materials, Professor," Andrew responded quietly, his eyes fixed on the dream beads used for feedback, "but... um?"

The calm reading of the dream bead began to fluctuate violently - Andrew raised the wand in his right hand, ready to respond to the healers who were casting spells at any time.

"Be ready to take over, Taylor."

Professor Flitwick's voice rang out, and he raised his wand slightly, joining in the casting of Legilimency very smoothly.

Andrew took a breath, carefully judged the time, and joined in the spellcasting as memories emerged at an accelerated pace.

"Damn it... I have to suppress Mr. Ed's spellcasting. My spell level is not high enough, so I can't integrate well and there will be conflicts. But fortunately, I am familiar with spells..."

The memories with such a huge impact began to quickly turn into dreams under Andrew's relatively skilled techniques - compared to the lightness of dream weaving and the smoothness of memory conversion, the memories affected by the Forgetfulness Spell were as difficult to affect as a rusty iron chain.

He even felt that his wand was a little heavier than usual.

"It really is... a scourge that has lasted for thousands of years..."

Andrew wanted to curse. He held the wand steadily with difficulty and connected the dream that seemed to be filled with negative influences into the dream bead.

Visible to the naked eye, the beads used to store dreams began to darken, and the shapes inside became more chaotic, like scattered red floating algae, exuding a disgusting feeling.

"What are you doing?"

An abrupt voice suddenly rang out, "What are you doing again?" As the voice rang out, Andrew felt that the work in his hands became extremely easy, and then the memory that was transmitted was directly cut off.

"Ouch."

Dr. Perk uttered a cry - the patient had fought back his Legilimency, but he was not as proficient in it as Professor Flitwick, and was knocked to the ground by the force of the counterattack.

"Oh, my head hurts..."

The patient also wailed at the same time, and the whole room suddenly became extremely chaotic.

...

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Healer, I'm so sorry, I just can't figure it out, I was originally talking to that guy Lockhart, he said he wanted to write an adventure book with me, and then he attacked me!"

The patient recovered so quickly that Andrew couldn't accept it. The patient, who had just recovered from treatment, apologized to the therapist while complaining about the heartless Lockhart - he was a great writer but did nothing.

Although Andrew could understand such emotions, unfortunately, he could only guess what the patient said - although Professor Lockhart lied and cheated in various places, there was one thing he absolutely did not exaggerate.

The victim's accent was really exaggerated. He was not even an academy wizard but a correspondence wizard. Even the spells he used when casting spells sounded strange to Andrew, not to mention the language he used in daily communication.

'But that doesn't affect the fact that Lockhart should be in Azkaban!'

Andrew was very sure about this, but he was still struggling with the question of whether it was better to not cure Lockhart and let him be a fool in the hospital for the rest of his life, or to save him and then send him to Azkaban.

"Mr. Healer, are all the interns recruited in St. Mungo's so young now? They look very promising. Thank you very much, Mr. Healer!"

The patient who was quickly cured began to express his gratitude to Andrew - there was no doubt that the Forgetfulness Spell did not affect the physical condition, and the other party now looked no different from a normal wizard.

"This is not a healer, this is a professor at Hogwarts, the youngest professor, Mr. Taylor, the Great Transfiguration Master."

Mr. Ed explained quickly, but the more he explained, the more exaggerated it became.

"Great Transfiguration Master?"

The other party looked at Andrew, then at Mr. Ede, who looked serious, and Mr. Perk, the attending physician, as well as Professor Flitwick, whose deeds he was very familiar with.

After confirming that no one was joking, the other party stopped thanking him and lay down on the bed. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to be fully recovered yet, healers. That Lockhart is a bad guy. I think I really need a more detailed examination."

"Of course, you should have done that a long time ago."

Mr. Perk nodded decisively - he had long ago persuaded the other party to undergo a detailed examination, but the other party felt that he was well and kept thanking this and that, refusing to listen.

Andrew and the professor looked at each other, neither of them said anything, and moved closer - to be honest, they really needed to see if it was okay and check it carefully.

But one thing is certain: the treatment is indeed effective.

(End of this chapter)