Chapter 541 Success
Normally, the Heart-Diamond is different from other black magic. It is just the ultimate torture and does not have the power that cannot be restored without the curse being solved.
But after the number stacked, the original restrictions disappeared, and the stacked spells would take effect permanently - just like Professor Moody's wounds that could never be recovered, the patient in front of him also had the power suppression of the heart-wrenching curse, which made him permanently fall into endless torture.
"It's effective."
The mantra of Wuzhuan's heart was finally stopped by all the mantras. Mr. Lake wanted to stand up with a pale face, but after struggling for a few times, he still sat weakly on the ground.
Andrew didn't bother to look at Mr. Lake, and quickly observed Mr. Longbottom - the backlash of the spell also affected him, but the effect was not great, and it could even be regarded as a relief, because the power of the spell was drawn out.
"How is Taylor?"
The dean's voice rang out, and then he came over, "Stand behind, Taylor, if you come back, remember to interrupt me."
"Yes, professor."
Andrew raised his wand and prepared to cast a spell to interrupt--but unfortunately, Professor Flitvie's casting did not cause fluctuations in the power of those lurking spells.
This is the most disgusting thing about the black magic without anti-curses. Under the power of those remaining spells, all magic recovery methods will be restrained.
"Continue, Taylor."
The dean gave the order quietly, and Andrew began to weave a dream - he was not afraid of the spell coming out to hurt people, but afraid of the power of the spell staying in his body and continuing to destroy.
After exploding seven or eight dream beads in succession and ate a digging spell by one hand, the originally raging spell finally eased - which made Andrew finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He also pushed it once, and the pain seemed to be like a stern, which was so deep into his soul. If his brain had not been closed and blocked, he suspected that he would have to roll on the ground in pain.
When he came again, he really had to consider shaking people over and taking the harm together. That kind of taste was really not something that a normal wizard could accept.
"Continue to weave dreams, Taylor."
"Okay, professor."
Andrew took a breath, looked at the dream beads with signs of breaking over there, and began to weave the next beautiful dream - perhaps this spell was not set for continuous damage, and the beautiful dream was so tempting that it was beyond imagination, as if it was born to fight to the death with those beautiful things.
This time the temptation was still successful. The dream bead was destroyed by the spell, but the expensive cost of the first version of the dream bead filled with its protective power, trapping the spell's power.
Dreams after dreams were woven and injected, and then discarded, and the power of the heart-drilling curse in Mr. Longbottom's body was also weakened by madness.
As the sunlight outside the window became dim little by little, the latest dream bead finally steadily put Mr. Longbottom into a dream, rather than being destroyed by the power of a mad dog.
The healers who were already ready began to cast spells at the same time, searching for memories that were crazyly destroyed - now there is no pyrotechnic to destroy.
‘Hu…’
Andrew sat in the chair exhausted - fortunately, the magic was finally barely enough. Even though he weaved the dream at such a speed, he still did not cast the spell too much, otherwise he would have a headache now.
‘But, it’s so tiring… Next time, you must prepare a large number of knitted dreams in advance. ’
He leaned against the chair, quietly watching the professors and therapists cast the spells, and was ready to push them up at any time.
To be honest, he admired Mr. Longbottom in front of him now. If it were him, he would have done anything if he had the third time the pirated mantra.
‘Mr. Longbottom...What a familiar surname... Forget it, I don’t have time to think about that, I have to pay attention to the professors and others. ’
Andrew forced himself to focus all his attention on the professor's side, after all, the treatment was not over yet.
But time walked minute by minute until Andrew turned on the alchemy lamp and the moon was already hanging high outside, the examination of the god-taking thoughts was not over yet.
If no one had issued an alarm, Andrew would have pounced on it and began to force the casting.
Finally, when Andrew's embarrassment was ten o'clock, Professor Flivi stood up with a heavy expression.
"What's the situation, professor?"
Andrew asked with concern, swinging his wand, and the chair floated directly under the butts of the professors and the therapists.
"It's not great, I'm afraid we have to use the most radical means."
Professor Flivi shook his head. "Memory reshaping? How much can it be preserved?"
"The memory of my student days is damaged. Not only is the loss of the memory after graduation, it is also integrated with the destructive power of the pirated mantra. As for the memory after the pirated mantra, all of them have to be abandoned - even so, the power of the pirated mantra occasionally appears. He has been pirated for too long."
Professor Flivi shook his head - Longbottom was one of the best students back then. Although he was saved today, he still could not be completely saved.
"What if you use the forgetting spell?"
Andrew had a whim after a moment of silence.
"Extract the complete memory and use the meditation pot to reserve it, use the dream filter to reserve it incompletely, and then use the forgetting mantra to seal the memory directly, and then use the dream to guide it once. Use the forgetting mantra to confuse the heart-drilling mantra?"
Several therapists' eyes lit up and began to discuss the feasibility - after about twenty minutes of discussion, everyone nodded unanimously. Anyway, after memory reserves, no matter how they are treated, it will not be worse than memory reshaping.
The meditation basin was borrowed quickly, and the silver memory began to be exported frantically until the thread of the memory was stained and the retention of the memory was stopped.
Andrew began to take over, dreaming about those hurt memories, and using the blurring of dreams to clean up the polluted parts little by little.
He was followed by Flivie, who took over—the two began to dream and process memories in a row.
There is no way, this operation requirement is too high, and the therapists are not sure enough, so they can only support it.
When the rising sun came, the memory finally couldn't find anything useful, leaving only pain and large chaotic light and shadow.
"Professor."
Andrew looked at the dean, "Let's start?"
"Then let's come together."
Professor Flivie, who had been staying up all night, nodded, "Hold the wand, Taylor, we need a strong and outrageous spell-If that guy Lockhart wakes up, he can do his best."
"It can't be delayed for so long here. If memory is lost for too long, it will affect thinking ability."
Andrew smiled, moved his wand, and took a deep breath, "I'm ready."
"All forgetting is empty!!!"
The spell that was recited loudly blessed the power of the spell, and it hit Mr. Longbottom with great stability. The healer on one side began to quickly follow, adjusting the conflict between the spell and the heart-drilling mantra.
"The spell is cancelling!"
The sound of surprise was made, and soon the result of the confrontation between the two sides came out - the forgetting mantra was almost wiped out, while the remaining heart-drilling mantra was impacted completely.
"You can start preparing to export the Forgotten Spell and restore your memory. The treatment can basically be declared successful!"
Mr. Perk reported happily, "Let's go and call the other therapists in!"
…
Injecting memory is easier than thinking, or if you remove the spell that cannot be expelled, the rest of the work is nothing more than a minor injury to the doctors of St. Mungo.
In less than twenty minutes, the memory had been injected. Mr. Longbottom's breathing and lying down had returned to the normal level of a wizard - he even felt as if he was lying there at any time.
"You can prepare to wake up."
A group of therapists whispered, but it was Professor Flivie who finally made the decision.
"Then let's start."
The wand was waving, and Mr. Longbottom's breathing began to rise rapidly in the eyes of the wizards' exploration.
He got up quickly at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age, and was muttering,
"Merlin's beard, the sun is so fierce! What time is it? Hurry up, go to class! Wait, who are you?"
(This chapter ends)