Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Chapter 284: I'm going to crush Lockhart's balls!

Fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Spell damage department.

By the time Blake arrived on the fifth floor.

I realized I might have been overthinking it.

In fact, there is only one permanent ward on the entire fifth floor.

That is the "Janus Hitch Ward," also known as Ward 49.

Black knew that St. Mungo's liked to name its wards after people...

Since there was only one permanent ward, he had to be arranged in one room.

Dumbledore really didn't make any special arrangements.

However, there are indeed not many people who can live in the permanent ward.

After all, with the wizards' healing abilities.

There are very few diseases that cannot be completely cured.

And one of them is a problem with the brain.

After Triss Pai brought a few people to the fifth floor.

He turned around and left.

Because she had been notified.

If a teenager calling himself Blake Green comes.

Just take them up there and leave without disturbing them.

Blake pushed open the door to the fifth-floor corridor.

The entire corridor is not long.

There seemed to be only two rooms.

One room looked to be where the attending physician stayed.

The other room is the permanent ward.

Blake passed by the attending physician's office.

The office door was open, but no one was inside.

Blake noticed that the tea on the table was still steaming.

Obviously, the attending doctor left in a hurry.

It seems that Dumbledore managed the whole day very well.

Blake brought Nagini and Old Rep to Ward 49 and pushed open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Blake saw a person squatting on the coffee table next to him.

He was a middle-aged man with messy hair, pale face and a sad expression.

At this moment, he was wearing a hospital gown, squatting on the coffee table, concentrating, looking straight ahead, motionless.

The poor coffee table was bent under his weight.

"What are you doing?" Blake asked.

The man's head didn't move, but he turned his eyes to look at Blake.

Then he immediately looked straight ahead and ignored Blake's question.

"Aren't you tired squatting like this?"

Blake continued to ask.

The man still ignored her.

But Blake seemed to be ready to confront him.

"If you break the coffee table, do you want compensation?"

The man finally couldn't help it, "The coffee table is broken, it can be fixed with a repair spell, why should I pay for it?"

Blake said in surprise: "You even know this, then there is no problem with you!"

The man glanced at Blake and said, "I am a psychopath, not a fool."

Blake felt like he was being looked down upon by a psychopath.

"Your name is Broderick Bode?"

Blake remembered the name the trainee therapist had given downstairs.

"No, I'm just a teapot."

"You keep talking to a teapot. I think you are the one who is crazy."

Hear the man's answer.

Blake remembered.

There is another patient in the permanent ward.

After being injured by the Death Eaters, he lost the ability to speak, and he always thought he was a teapot...

He was eventually strangled to death by a basin of Devil's Snare thrown into St. Mungo's by Death Eaters.

But this guy can speak fluently! How come he has lost the ability to speak?

Blake was confused on the spot.

and many more……

Blake suddenly remembered something.

If he remembered correctly, this guy used to work in the Department of Mysteries, and...

He was admitted to the permanent ward in late 1995!

But it’s only 1992…how did this guy get in early?

Could it be that my arrival caused the butterfly's wings to flutter slightly, inadvertently changing something?

"You're not a teapot, Bode, you can't pour tea." Blake said tentatively.

"I can." Bode said confidently.

"you can?"

"You do not believe?"

"I do not believe!"

"I'll show you." Then Bode began to loosen his pants...

"Stop! I believe it..."

Old Rep next to him laughed so hard that he was out of breath.

From the moment he saw Blake, he always looked confident.

It was the first time he saw this young man being humiliated.

Even Nagini couldn't help but smile.

Blake said calmly: "Psychopaths are indeed invincible, but... just wait, I will cure you later... I hope you will still be so stubborn by then."

……

Ward 49 is actually a large ward.

Each patient is separated by only one cubicle.

The bed near the door is Bode's.

It’s just that he prefers to be a teapot on the coffee table and rarely rests in bed.

The second compartment had two beds.

There are two people sitting on each side, one on the left and one on the right.

This is a man and a woman, but they are both sitting quietly on their beds in a daze.

Neither crying nor making a fuss, and of course not talking...

Blake could see no spirit in their eyes, only endless emptiness.

It seems that the soul has been lost.

The woman was holding a piece of candy wrapper in her hand...

Black realized that these must be Neville's parents, the Longbottoms.

He just took a look and frowned slightly.

The souls in their bodies have actually become somewhat broken...

Overall, it's a bit tricky, but there is still a way out...

After taking another look, Blake started walking again and came to the next compartment.

The next compartment also has two beds.

But compared to the Longbottoms, these two were in much better condition.

These are two witches with haggard looks. I guess they must have suffered a lot over the years.

To the point of becoming so thin.

At this time, one of them was learning to write.

While the other one was sitting on the table with flowers.

After noticing someone coming.

The two of them looked at Blake and the other two blankly at the same time.

But Blake saw confusion in their eyes.

They don't remember anything anymore...

However, overall, their symptoms should be the mildest in the entire permanent ward.

It's just a memory problem.

It seems that the attending physician can only ask them to relearn some skills in an attempt to regain their lost memories.

This can be regarded as a solution that is not a solution.

Relearning and re-understanding are difficult and time-consuming.

But... I have really learned almost everything, even if I cannot restore my memory through this method.

Maybe we can have a new beginning.

However, since Blake is here, he will naturally not let the two of them continue to live in this muddle-headed state.

Who could be weak if they could perform the feats described in Lockhart's book?

They should have a brighter future!

Blake turned and looked at Old Rip.

Old Rip said, "I'll go lookout."

As he said this, he was about to walk towards the door.

"No need." Blake stopped Old Rep directly.

"In case someone disturbs me..."

"How can soul magic be such an inconvenient thing?"

I practiced with Voldemort's remaining soul for more than a year.

With Blake's qualifications.