"Dean."

In the quiet room, Mattie Healer stared intently at the two wizards.

Suddenly, she noticed that the exposed skin of the wizard's left hand on the hospital bed was wrinkled like bean skin.

Countless eyes grew on the wrinkled skin, and then detached from the back of the hand as if they had been yellowed, and rushed out with blood.

Dean Bohan quickly took out his wand, but before they could make any moves, Ranko, who had finished his mind wandering, also drew his wand.

"Where are you going to run?"

Ranko and Dean Bohan struck almost simultaneously, and the two spells struck the trembling piece of skin without distinction, immobilizing it in mid-air.

The beanskin-crumpled human skin trembled in midair, struggling to break free from the spell's grip.

Seeing that the thing was under control, Dean Bohan didn't advance but retreated, took a few steps back, frowned, and said, "This is it?" ”

Ranco moved his wand and dragged the human skin that was constantly 'sprayed' with mental pollution in front of him, carefully observing the half-open eyes that appeared on the human drape.

It's about the same as he guessed.

"Totem worship." Ranko Road.

Matti Therapist looked over puzzled, "Totem worship? ”

Ranco pinched the skin, took the wooden box out of his pocket, sealed it inside, and then explained: "The worshipper sees the object of worship as a protector of a particular object, hoping to obtain refuge from the object of worship." ”

"And totem generally refers to the specific 'symbol' displayed by this specific object, such as worshiping nature, then people will make symbols that can represent nature, worship Mengbeast, will make a 'symbol' on behalf of Mengbeast."

In ancient times, there were examples of a series of beasts such as jackals, tigers and leopards as objects of worship, and tribes made their symbols into clan totems, and held worship rituals, ancestors, protectors, and relatives, while not slaughtering, eating, or touching the things represented by the totems.

"The principle is a variant of totem worship, and those people, I mean those who originally held things with 'spiritual pollution', should be the worshippers of the things that this totem represents."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ranko's mouth, "It's really a group of guys who don't know what to call it." ”

This is similar to the 'symbol' of the name in name magic, where the totem is the 'symbol' and can represent the thing behind the symbol.

I don't know what this statue represents, so I blindly worship it, sacrifice it, and be played to death are lucky.

It's no different than handing him his name.

"The problem has been found, this gentleman is an 'admirer', and the source of spiritual pollution has put something special on him."

Just like home wifi and portable wifi, the statue is home, only this one, the radiation range is limited, but there can be more than one portable wifi, and the difference between acting on it and putting the statue around is not big.

He put away his wand and box, and said to Dean Bohan beside him, "I'll go see the others, and if it's okay, I'll prepare a treatment plan." ”

Dean Bohan nodded: "Okay." ”

Ranko then left.

Therapist Marty approached the bed to check the patient's condition, and found that the other person's energy was indeed much better than before.

"Dean, this therapist ......" She looked at Dean Bohan with some hesitation, Dean Bohan nodded, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her conjecture was finally agreed.

"That Judy ...... she"

"Marty, we'll talk about that later, okay?" Dean Bohan gently interrupted Matti's words, and when he saw that her face had turned extremely bad, he had to sigh and say nothing.

How could a wizard whose spirit was lost in the memories of others come to his senses so easily......

Dean Bohan didn't look at Mattie Healer again, but took two steps outside, and was surprised to see a wizard who wasn't supposed to be here.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Good evening, Dean Bohan."

The old man with half-moon glasses and long silver-white hair looked at the Dean of St. Mungo in front of him with a smiling face.

Abbot Bohan closed the door to his hospital room, and he quickly guessed Dumbledore's reason for being here: "It seems that the International Confederation of Wizards takes this very seriously. ”

Dumbledore was the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, and if he hadn't been here because of this, Dean Bohan couldn't have guessed why he was here at this time.

"Nature." Professor Dumbledore gave his reply, "The Federation takes this very seriously, I think we can talk while we go?" ”

He made a gesture of invitation, and Head Bohan had to walk forward with the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Nothing more, they also bumped into Ranko, who happened to come out of the hospital room.

Ranko blinked, and couldn't help but smack his lips when he saw the tall wizard looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

How can this run into Dumbledore, he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out?

"Long time no see, Professor Malfoy."

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, how are you doing?" Rankopi said with a smile, who knew that Professor Dumbledore replied with emotion: "I'm doing well, well, it's still very good, although the old man will always remember the past, just like Professor Malfoy in the past, your figure will always appear in my dreams." ”

He blinked, not caring at all about the appearance that Ranko's goosebumps were about to fall, and he looked like he meant something.

Ranko replied politely, "Yes." ”

How did he answer this and say, 'Ah, your old man is really nostalgic, this kind of can be dreamed of'?

He quickly looked at Dean Bohan on the side: "Dean, can you give me a separate room for the treatment plan, I want to tidy it up." ”

Although the word 'alone' is not emphasized, Dean Bohan has understood what his students are trying to do.

"Let's go to the sixth floor and use my office."

Ranko turned and left.

Professor Dumbledore's smile remained unchanged: "It seems that Professor Malfoy is not very happy to see me here. ”

Dean Bohan snorted softly from the side, thinking to himself, who wants to see you?

Is it for you to be thoughtful, or for you to take your mind?

Professor Dumbledore regretfully withdrew his gaze and walked into the hospital room with Dean Bohan to check on the condition of the group of wizards.

Just as Ranko thought, Professor Dumbledore also came to the question of 'worship' after looking at a few people.

"Is this all here?"

Professor Dumbledore's expression became a little serious, and he asked his old friend beside him.

"Everybody's in control, you mean......"

As if thinking of something, Dean Bohan's face sank suddenly, he thought about it, and rejected Dumbledore's guess: "No, it shouldn't be." ”

If it was a place where they stayed, the people around them would have become like this, and they would have been recruited.

Most likely, you have to be in long-term contact with the thing recovered by the International Confederation of Wizards in order to trigger the condition.

"It's just speculation, we have to wait until the results of the investigation from the International Federation of Wizards come out, before that."

Professor Dumbledore pulled out his wand. It was an extremely long wand with many lines on its surface, symbolizing a mysterious and powerful wand.

The Elder Wand, also known as the Elderberry Wand, is one of the three Deathly Hallows, a wand that gives wizards invincible power.

Dean Bohan motioned for the other healers in the room to leave first, while he stood beside Professor Dumbledore, not wanting to miss a single detail.

After everyone left, Professor Dumbledore's eyes were solemn, he waved the wand containing great power in his hand, and without hearing the sound of the spell, the four people in the ward suddenly opened their eyes.

They stared straight at the two old men with long gray hair.

Strands of black thread were drawn from the Elder Wand near the temple, and Professor Dumbledore flicked them, and the threads dissipated into the air, and the symbol of the eye appeared on the walls, ceiling, and floor of the ward.

The temperature around them plummeted.

Professor Dumbledore clearly understood what that meant, and he didn't mean to stop, and those eyes exploded in the next second, all of them exploded, dissipating into dust and dissipating into the air.

The temperature rises.

The four wizards who had opened their eyes closed their eyes again, as if everything was just an illusion.

Dean Bohan didn't say until this time, "So what the hell made them like this?" ”

Professor Dumbledore said calmly, "A very old artifact of the dark arts, and it is clear that it has accumulated a lot of power. ”

At the same time, the dean's office on the sixth floor.

Ranko holds the wooden box and casts various curses on the human skin inside the box.

The human skin was trapped in the box, and if it hadn't been for the fact that it couldn't speak, Ranko would have been scolded for not being able to speak.

"It's a pity that you can't speak."

With his wand in hand, Ranko experimented with the effects of his dark magic on this thing.

He's trying to connect the human skin to the statue, and then influence the thing behind it through the statue.

'Totem worship', the totem is worshiped in the front and worshiped in the back, there must be something behind this symbol, otherwise a single statue can do this to this extent, he doesn't believe it at all.

Ordinary dark arts products don't have the ability to do this.

"So what's behind you? A little monster with full eyes? Or a little monster with a mouth full of mouths? Tsk, it's even more interesting if it's a magical life. ”

Ranko stared at the human skin twisted together, the connection to the statue deepening as the curse was cast.

And it's obviously painful.

Ranko's curse can even penetrate Durmstrang's protective magic, find a connection, and then curse something on the other side through the connection.

"There are many miracles in this world, special magic, mysterious magical animals, all kinds of natural wonders, and even this kind of thing that makes you crazy when you see and hear it, all of which are one of the constituent units of this world."

It is natural that it can be born, and it is reasonable.

Ranko looked like he was explaining that he was actually slowly penetrating the magic that had been strengthened many times more through the 'symbolic' connection between the human skin and the statue.

"Magical life comes from cognition and history, and in the same way, once a person has a clear understanding of something, over time, as this knowledge deepens, even if the thing itself does not exist, it can be artificially created after a long period of time."

It has entrusted countless people with the belief that a long time will bring about qualitative changes.

"So you're one of those things?"

The eyes on the human skin were bloody and tearful, and Ranko was unmoved by the pain and struggle of this thing, and for a moment he didn't know who the villain was.

"Even the magical life formed by human intervention is pitiful, and the magical life formed in the natural state is even rarer, and like you, oh, believe me, you will be a very precious collection."

Grabbing the dying human skin in his hand, Ranko tilted his head, and the black in the child's hole was like the bottom of the ocean, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

At the moment when the connection with the statue was opened, yellow and green shrouds appeared on his arms, wrapped around the human skin.

It was as if the human skin had lost its strength after a final struggle, and it was powerless to resist the disgusting things that wrapped it up.

When it was all over, Ranko stuffed the shrouded human skin back into the wooden box.

"Why don't you leave it to the school to see if you can directly pick up the old home of the thing behind the human skin?"

It is also an existence that cannot be seen or heard, and the will of the school should have sufficient experience in not being a human being.

Thinking of this, Ranko took out a pen and paper and asked the automatic quill pen to write the treatment plan.

"Covering low-intensity mental pollution with high-intensity mental pollution is feasible from a single experimental result.

To deal with this type of spiritual pollution, what is needed is a long period of cultivation, isolating the source of pollution, and transforming the effects of various visual and auditory hallucinations brought about by spiritual pollution.

During this time, the 'Forget All Nothing' spell can be used to assist, and forgetting tainted memories can greatly slow down the spread of mental pollution.

People who are mentally polluted will unknowingly have visual and auditory hallucinations, and they will gradually distort their cognition, for example, if they are severely polluted, all the components of their memories are not normal, the sky is full of eyes, the walls are full of mouths, and everything will take on a strange enough state. ”

It was what Ranko saw in the memory of the man he was thinking about.

The blue sky was full of eyes, and so was the deep bottom of the sea, and every person's head was crowned with a statue full of countless eyes, the smell of blood wafted through the air, and the background color of memories was black.

Completely different from normal people.

The automatic quill pen was very fast, and after Ranko had finished writing it, he handed it to Dean Bohan and was about to leave.

"Professor Malfoy."

Professor Dumbledore was still there at this time, he looked at Ranko and asked in a low voice, "Can I trouble you with something?" ”

Spell Damage Section, long stay in the ward.

After seeing the two members of the Order of the Phoenix, Ranko pondered, and the next Dean Bohan and Professor Dumbledore did not bother.

After a long time, Ranko said, "It can be cured." ”