Harry Potter: Super Magic God

"Thank you, President of the International Federation of Wizards, the greatest wizard in the history of the wizarding world, and the youngest headmaster in the history of the wizarding world."

Lockhart smiled with his trademark smile. "I can name a long list of your titles, and I can preface your autobiography if you're interested."

"Thank you for your kindness. I have no plans to write an autobiography for myself." George smiled and rejected Lockhart's kindness.

"That's a pity,"

Lockhart had disappointment on his face and regret in his tone, "I can't rely on my own strength to go down in history. It seems that the way to help you write the preface has also been blocked."

"Otherwise, are you thinking about it?"

He enthusiastically suggested, "You should read my books. Of course, I am not as good as you in terms of magic, but in terms of writing, I am still recognized by readers. I can write several best-selling autobiographies at your request. , these autobiographies will go down in history.”

George shrugged and said humorously, "Thank you for your kindness, but I may live for thousands of years, so I'm not in a hurry to write an autobiography."

"For thousands of years."

Lockhart seemed to be frightened by this number, and he took a deep breath, "That's right, a powerful wizard like you has a long lifespan, so he's not in a hurry to become famous."

With an envious expression on his face, "I don't have such great ambitions. Now I only hope to publish an autobiography that belongs to all my own deeds. The name may be called, "Me Who Knows Healing Techniques."

"correct."

He greeted everyone enthusiastically, "You must not know what I am doing, right?"

Hermione nodded, "Professor, you left school at the end of your second year, saying you were going to find your true self. Then how did you get to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries? Are you sick?"

"No, no, no,"

Lockhart shook his head again and again, "I'm not sick, I've found my true self. Now, I'm a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, and this is my workplace."

"You became St. Mungo's therapist?" Ron exclaimed in disbelief. He never guessed that Lockhart became St. Mungo's therapist.

He looked at Lockhart suspiciously, and then he remembered that Lockhart's green robe was the therapist's uniform.

Harry and the others had suspicious expressions on their faces. Lockhart couldn't deceive at Hogwarts, and then he deceived St Mungo?

Lockhart saw the suspicion in Harry's eyes, and he coughed, "I'm a serious therapist, and I'm a very professional and powerful therapist."

"Come with me." He made an inviting gesture.

Lockhart walked to the next door and pointed his wand at the keyhole of the ward.

He turned around and explained, "This is the long-term ward of our St. Mungo's Hospital, and it is all permanent spell damage. Of course, with intensive treatment and a little luck, the condition can be improved. When going in and out. , we all have to shut the door so that the patient doesn't accidentally run out."

He read "Araho hole open" towards the key hole.

The door swung open, and he headed in.

This long-stay ward is like a patient's home, and around the bed are the patients' personal belongings.

A sallow-faced, scowling wizard was lying on the opposite bed, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself, as if unaware of the things around him. Two beds apart was a woman with a hairy face. It was terrifying, and she was permanently disfigured.

The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by flower curtains, giving patients and visitors some privacy.

"Yours, Agnes!"

Lockhart greeted the hairy woman happily.

"You seem to be in good spirits. Your son sent an owl to say that he would come to see you at night. It's good, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly.

"Hi Mrs Longbottom, how are you feeling today?"

Lockhart said lightly.

The curtain on the other side of the ward had been drawn, and behind the curtain, a woman in pajamas came over.

The woman was a little thin, her eyes were particularly large, her hair was white, messy and dry, and it was only when she laughed that she looked less scary.

"Hello, Lockhart Healer."

The woman smiled at Lockhart.

Lockhart smiled brightly, revealing his white and shining teeth, "Come and meet, this is the current headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard in the wizarding world, Mr. George Soros."

He turned around and introduced George, "This is Mrs Longbottom, Neville's mother."

He pointed to Harry and the others again, and introduced Mrs. Longbottom, "This is Neville's classmate, all good children of Gryffindor. These are Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Soros."

Neville's mother bowed slightly to George.

"Hello, Mrs Longbottom," George responded.

"And Neville's classmates." Mrs. Longbottom greeted everyone, "Thank you, thank you for your usual help to Neville."

Mrs. Longbottom smiled. "Thank you for taking care of Neville on weekdays."

There was guilt in her tone. "This kid Neville has had a hard time growing up. My dad and I have been in St Mungo's for treatment. We've been insane for years and have been unable to take care of him."

She said gratefully, "Thank you very much, Neville told me a lot about you, and you helped him a lot."

Harry and Hermione waved their hands quickly, "We are classmates, this is what we should do, and Neville has also helped us a lot."

Neville's mother smiled and said in an excited tone, "You are all good children. Neville is very lucky to have friends like you."

She turned her head and looked at Lockhart with grateful eyes, "Thanks to Lockhart therapist, we can slowly get better and be able to do our part."

She smiled and said longingly, "We've missed a lot of thoughts, but we still have a chance to make up. I think we'll be out of the hospital soon, and then I hope we can make up for what we owe Neville over the years. "

Lockhart had a big smile, gleaming white teeth, "Alice, this is what I should do, I'll never let my admirers down."

Lockhart smiled at Harry and them, proving that he was a real healer.

Harry immediately said enthusiastically, "Therapist Lockhart, can you give me one of your autographs?"

For the first time, he found that Lockhart's smile was so pleasing to the eye.