Compared to the previous wayfinding experience, the journey from the hospital lobby to the ward can be said to be uneventful.

The "paper butterflies", formed by elven magic, looked indistinguishable from Professor Flitwick's magic, but Elena noticed that it would hover in mid-air and wait for them in some cases, rather than mechanically flying along a course.

Interesting, does it have some basic programmatic logic?

Elena secretly made a note in her mind, planning to take this part into consideration later.

In the wizarding world, in addition to being obscure and esoteric in form, fairy magic is generally considered to be a civilization comparable to human spells - those magic items created by fairy craftsmanship have maintained their own mystery.

Needless to say, they are better at attaching magic to industry and equipment than to combat.

Even if the object is just an ordinary piece of paper.

A few minutes later, the paper butterfly stopped in front of an ordinary hospital room, and after circling twice, the magic on it quickly dissipated and disappeared, turning into ordinary small square pieces of paper, fluttering and falling in the trash can next to the door of the ward.

"Looks like this should be it, Professor Quirrell's room. ”

Elena looked up, looked at the sign on the door, and gradually put away the smile on her face.

["Intensive Care" - Quirinus Quirrell's Ward: Magical collapse, unknown spell sequelae.] 】

Perhaps hearing a noise outside the door, a slightly chubby middle-aged witch pushed open the door and walked out.

The middle-aged witch with a motherly smile was dressed in a green robe that symbolized the healer, and a sign on her chest identified her as the chief healer: Elizabeth Anderson.

"Oh, you're here just in time, Quirrell, he's just awakened. ”

"That's good news, but ...... What does the description on this door mean?"

Elena said, pointing to the words on the door and asked softly, "Magic collapse, sequelae...... None of this sounds like a great thing, so what's Professor Quirrell's state doing right now?"

The smile on Elizabeth Anderson's face faded as she stared at Elena for a moment before saying.

"It's not too good, although compared to the rest of the people in this area, it's a blessing to be able to regain self-awareness. But personally, it may take him some time to get used to, hmm...... Something is lost. ”

"Hmm...... What was lost?" Hannah said, "During the treatment, taught him what was cut off?"

For the time being, she was immersed in the stories Elena had told along the way, such as the treatment methods of the Muggle doctors.

"Cut off?" Elizabeth shook her head, a little confused, "we're healers, not madmen. ”

Then the witch turned her head and looked at Grindelwald standing behind the girls, and her expression suddenly fell silent and a little frightened.

"Pa, uh, I mean Mr. Apocalis, Mr. Quirinus Quirrell may never return to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, some of the cursed powers that flowed through his blood saved his life and left irreversible scars on the other - he survived, but almost completely lost his magical abilities. ”

"I heard about it, so Dumbledore asked me to come over and see him. ”

Grindelwald nodded slowly, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and said softly.

A normal wizard's body can't withstand two souls, and when Quirinus Quirrell fought the two Dark Lords in the Forbidden Forest, the young wizard's body was on the verge of collapse, if it weren't for the strange reaction of unicorn blood and Horcrux immortality, the young man would have died the moment Voldemort abandoned Quirrell.

In his original judgment, Quirinus Quirrell would probably be a living dead forever.

But if the young wizard suddenly woke up......

A strange glint flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, and the smile on his face grew kinder.

"Excuse me, Ms. Anderson, may you let me talk to Professor Quirrell for a moment? ”

"Of course there is no problem, which could not be better. ”

Elizabeth Anderson said approvingly, quickly turning sideways to get out of the way as she continued.

"To be honest, I was about to write to Hogwarts asking for help, and you know, he barely said a word since he woke up. It's a shame that such a young professor should be very good, isn't it?"

"Maybe this is life, right? There will always be all kinds of accidents in this world......

Grindelwald shrugged noncommittally, looking over the witch's shoulder and into the room.

"Well, yes, Elena, come in with me—after all, you were once Quirrell's favorite student. Now that Quirinus has finally woken up, I think you'd better talk to him as well. ”

"But I ......"

Elena looked at the twinkle of danger in Grindelwald's eyes and shrank back in some resistance.

As the third generation of the Black Lord, she can naturally vaguely guess the old wizard's intentions, whether it is killing people, searching for memories, or cleaning up the tail, all in all, this is not destined to be a "heartwarming" conversation.

It's just that in the narrow corridor, Elena doesn't have much room to retreat.

Elizabeth Anderson smiled and reached out and, with the help of several other girls, pushed her through the door.

"Listen to Mr. Apocalis, boy, your professor needs your ......"

......

The wards are more spacious than they look from the outside, but the lighting is not too good.

Only a narrow window had opened high in the wall to the left of the door, and because of her short stature, Elena couldn't be sure if it was a real window or just a magical moving image.

The light in the room is mainly provided by crystal bubbles gathered in the center of the ceiling and holding magic candles.

There was a strange beak mask hanging on the oak paneled wall, instead of being decorated with portraits of some of the most famous healers in the wizarding world like other magical hospitals, which looked a bit mysterious.

As the door to the ward was closed, the three of them were the only ones left in the room.

Quirinus Quirrell's bed was placed in the back of the room, facing the small window.

Elena saw that Professor Quirrell's face seemed to be even paler than before, and the purple turban that had once been coiled around the man's head had been removed, and now neatly folded into a stack, and placed on a chair not far from the hospital bed.

Just as Elena walked into the room, Quirrell turned his head, and Mu Ran's eyes fluctuated slightly.

"Good evening," Quirinus Quirrell whispered in a hoarse voice, "Professor Apocalis, Miss Caslana. Unfortunately, I don't know where the Dark Lord has gone - if you want to ask anything, just ask. ”

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