Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The first floor is the Artifact Accident Department, the second floor is the Biological Injury Department, the third floor is the Strange Bacteria Infection Department, the fourth floor is the Potions and Plant Poisoning Department, the fifth floor is the Magic Injury Department, and the sixth floor is the tea room and shop.

Hermione thought back carefully.

In order to avoid their worries, Professor McGonagall did not reveal too much about Arthur Weasley's condition, and Hermione could only guess by herself.

Harry's serpentification wasn't obvious at the time either.

So Hermione made a wrong judgment.

She chose to go all the way up, and walked up with the stairs.

up to the fifth floor.

She speculates that it should be the spell damage, since what Professor McGonagall revealed was an attack.

She has no nurses walking the aisles, perhaps because all of the patients are in stable condition.

The corridor was a bit empty, some white curtains blocked her vision, and there were some iron frames for unknown purposes in the aisle.

There were also portraits of famous people hanging in the blank spaces of the white walls on both sides. Hermione remembered that these were people who had made outstanding contributions to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

In the center, there is a sparkling bubble, which acts as lighting.

The few rooms around her did not close the doors, they were slightly hidden, and there were no special marks, so Hermione quickly ruled them out.

Hermione lightened her pace, walked to the end of the corridor, and carefully pushed open the wooden door with the slogan "Care Care". In addition to the slogan, there was a pair of inexplicably bright bouquets stuck on the door, exuding an elegant look. fragrance.

There is also a door on the other side, but the door is made of iron, and a large iron lock is hung on the bolt. It does not look like a hospital, but like a prison. Allowed, no entry."

Of course Hermione wouldn't take the initiative to go in, but chose the unlocked side first.

"Is anyone there?" Hermione cautiously pushed open the wooden door, looked over, asked first, and then took a step forward.

But, looking at the empty room, she knew she had gone wrong.

If nothing else, there should be a big family here.

You must have deduced that something went wrong.

"Sorry for disturbing you, I'll be leaving soon." Hermione bowed quickly, but after raising her head and seeing the patient on the bed out of the corner of her eye, her apologetic face suddenly froze.

She saw an acquaintance, an unexpected person, both unfamiliar and familiar.

Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing a simple white hospital gown, was sitting on a white hospital bed, watching the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

Familiar with him because he used to be their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Hermione's memory was good. Even Neville, who was known for his forgetfulness, couldn't possibly forget the teacher who taught him.

The strangeness is because of his old age.

Terribly old.

The golden, wavy, curly hair had already fallen out, and it was particularly dazzling under the light of the crystal bubbles hanging from the ceiling. The blue eyes of forget-me-nots were full of fatigue and seemed to have faded. Same.

"Uh, Miss Granger? Long time no see? I want to change my hairstyle occasionally." The man smiled awkwardly, patted his bare head, and then waved to Hermione.

"Professor Lockhart?" Hermione looked at the patient in surprise and whispered.

Hermione's head was a little dizzy, that handsome professor has become so old now?

The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are deep and dense, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken. When smiling, the muscles on the face are quite slack, lacking vitality, and supporting the smile.

The most important thing is what is in the eyes.

Dead and lifeless.

Hermione's parents are both dentists. She occasionally visits the elderly where her parents work. She has also seen all kinds of patients, from children to young people, middle-aged people, and the elderly, all of whom have different eyes. .

Children are often innocent and innocent, and the eyes of old people are often wise with insight into the philosophy of life.

And what happened to this man who used to be their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to end up like this?

That is the look in the eyes, the candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

"Who are you? Who let you in?" A tall and thin man pushed open the closed door completely, made a creaking sound, stood abruptly in front of Hermione, and questioned her condescendingly.

He had a serious expression on his face, and with a pair of flat glasses, Hermione couldn't tell his real age for a while.

He was wearing the same standard attire as the therapist downstairs, and he should be a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital.

On the white robe was a card indicating his identity, handwritten - Master Healer: Hippocrates Mesek.

Before Hermione could explain, the situation changed again.

"Augustus! You stole my clothes again to deceive people!" A medium-sized man burst into the door, startling the man named Augustus, and then Hermione saw it with her own eyes. He pulled the card off his robe and pinned it to himself, yes, and the pair of glasses.

Then he smiled at Hermione.

"I'm the attending doctor here. My name is Hibkrate Smethic. I hope this intern didn't cause you any trouble."

Then Hermione saw that the man named Augustus found a white gown from somewhere and put it on, as well as the breastplate.

Looking at her with a grin, she didn't have any self-consciousness that the prank was discovered.

"Uh... just this gentleman." The attending doctor glanced at Lockhart and hesitated, "Few people come to see him."

"Oh, he's my student, I don't mind." Lockhart on the bed narrowed his eyes, nodded, and said briskly.

"That's good, let's talk. I'm just doing a routine round of wards." Hippocrates then took the intern to another door with the number 49 engraved on it and the door with the iron lock. .

While muttering in a low voice: "It's strange, we have been told to keep it a secret." The middle-aged man frowned, then shook his head and decided not to consider this matter.

Hermione was free now, and turned her attention to the former teacher in front of her.

A middle-aged man in his prime, has become old in just a few short years?

What kind of vicious black magic did he fall into?

"I know, you must be curious." Lockhart nodded wearily, as if the nodding was not something he could control, but because of fatigue.

"I don't have a few years to live," he said sadly.

This reality can be seen from the face.

"Are you cursed by something?" Hermione asked cautiously.