Chapter 538 Effective treatment methods
Andrew is not good at healing spells because even the dean is not very good at it - this is an area that requires special training and in-depth research. The efficiency of the spell is not only reflected in rescue, but also in mistakes.
However, Fu, who has always been strictly required by the Dean of Tuan, can understand the therapist's operations.
Yes—After they arrived, the initial treatment began without even a few greetings.
There is no way, you 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?
In theory, this is of course the best, but the prerequisite is that Professor Deflivi and Andrew first learn this, which will take three or four years, and then improve to the level of a professional therapist - then you don’t have to do anything.
The current treatment plan is that the attending Doctor Perk is committed to using the God-Sucking Thoughts. His job is to memorize once, while another therapist is to display the intake of memories in a dream and use the dream bead to project the situation.
“Very stable…”
Andrew observed the shape of the dream that was drawn out and made a judgment.
Dreams have color, and he confirmed when he was playing Dream Beads - the daydream curse is greedy pink, the happy dreams are blue and purple, and the nightmare is a bit fancy, with more black and gray. Even if there is deviation, it is still a very dark color.
The dreams woven by artificially change according to the weaver's emotions, whether in color or stability, if the distorted dreams are forcibly weaved, they may even cracks appear in the dream beads.
However, because he did not make a completely accurate judgment, he did not publish it in the main text, but mentioned it in the assumption in the appendix - he originally planned to wait for the dream to be popularized and then responded to the investigation, but he did not expect it to come in handy now.
"Yes, it's very stable, but that means that the memory of using the Forgotten Spell is not confirmed yet."
Professor Flivie nodded and agreed with Andrew's judgment, "There are some taboo knowledge in memory magic. Too strong stimulation will destroy the original casting, but this is basically impossible."
"Well, I've seen those materials, professor," Andrew responded in a low voice, staring at the dream beads used for feedback, "But...huh?"
The calm reading of the Dream Bead began to fluctuate violently - Andrew raised his wand with his right hand, ready to receive the healers who cast the spell at any time.
"Prepare to take over, Taylor."
Professor Flivi's voice sounded, and his wand was gently lifted up, and it was smoothly added to the casting of soul-catching thoughts.
Andrew took a breath, carefully judged the time, and added to the casting as the memory accelerated.
‘Damn it… I have to suppress Mr. Ed’s spell casting. My spell level is not enough and I can’t integrate well, so I have a conflict. Fortunately, I am familiar with the spell…’
The memory with a huge impact began to quickly dream with Andrew's skillful technique - compared to the lightness of weaving dreams and the smoothness of memory conversion, the memory affected by the forgetful spell is as difficult to affect as a rusted iron chain.
He even felt that his wand was a little heavier than usual.
‘It’s really…a disaster has been gone for thousands of years…’
Andrew wanted to curse, and he struggled to stabilize his wand and connected the dream that seemed to be filled with negative effects into the dream bead.
The beads used to store dreams that are visible to the naked eye began to darken, and the shape inside was even more chaotic like scattered red algae, exuding a sense of disgust.
"What are you doing?"
A sudden sound suddenly rang, "What are you doing?" As the sound sounded, Andrew felt that the work in his hand became extremely relaxed, and then the memory that came was cut off.
"Ouch."
Dr. Perk called out a cry - the patient fought back his God-taking thoughts, but his proficiency in God-taking thoughts was not as good as Professor Fuliwei, and he was directly brought to the ground by the power of the mantra's counterattack.
"Ah, my head hurts..."
The patient also whined at the same time, and the whole room suddenly seemed extremely chaotic.
…
"Ah, sorry, Mr. Therapist, I'm really sorry, I really can't figure it out. I was talking to that guy Lockhart, who said he wanted to write a book on an adventure with me, and then he sneaked into me!"
The patient was so happy that Andrew couldn't accept it. The patient, who had just returned to normal from treatment, apologized to the therapist and complained to the wolf-hearted Lockhart - he was obviously a great writer, but he was not in personnel affairs.
Although Andrew could understand such emotions, unfortunately, he could only guess what the patient said - although Professor Lockhart lied and deceived in various places, there was one thing he absolutely did not exaggerate.
The victim's accent was really exaggerated. The other party was not even a college wizard, but a correspondence wizard. Andrew felt strange when he heard the spells when casting, let alone the daily communication terms.
‘But this doesn’t affect the fact that Lokhart should enter Azkaban at all! ’
Andrew was very sure of this, but he was still struggling - whether it would be better to let Lohart be a fool in the hospital for a lifetime, or to save him and send him to Azkaban.
"Mr. Therapist, are you so young now recruiting interns in St. Mungo? You look young and promising. Thank you very much, Mr. Little Therapist!"
The patient who was treated quickly began to express his gratitude to Andrew - there was no doubt that the forgetting curse did not affect his physical condition, and the other party looked no different from a normal wizard now.
"This is not a therapist, but a professor at Hogwarts, the youngest professor, Mr. Taylor, the great transformer."
Mr. Ed explained quickly, although the more he explained, the more he explained, the more exaggerated it was.
"Big Transformer?"
The other party looked at Andrew, and then looked at Mr. Ed and the attendant Mr. Perk, and Professor Flitvie, who was very familiar with his deeds.
After confirming that no one was joking, the other party stopped thanking and lay on the hospital bed, "Sorry, I don't seem to be as thorough as it has been. Therapists and gentlemen, that Lockhart is such a bad thing. I think I really need a more detailed examination."
"Of course, you should have done this long ago."
Mr. Perk nodded decisively - he had long persuaded the other party to undergo a detailed examination, but the other party felt that he was doing well and kept thanking this and that person here, and refused to listen.
Andrew looked at the professor, and no one said anything, so he went up - to be honest, it was really necessary to see if it was good or not, and check it carefully.
But one thing can be confirmed, the treatment is indeed effective.
(This chapter ends)