Uma's life has not been very comfortable these days.

Pain can't be talked about.

But there's always some strange magic, or something that is experimenting with them.

The fat woman who looked smiling and the most gentle was the most ruthless of the few, always taking some strange plants out and then conducting some incomprehensible experiments on her own body.

And the man who looked as tall as himself, and who always pulled out some spell that surprised everyone else.

The smiling white-bearded old man was not a good man either.

opposite

A man and a woman who look the most serious are the two gentleest of all.

Uma would now hide behind Professor McGonagall as soon as he was brought to the Chancellor's office, and if there was no Professor McGonagall, he would go to Professor Snape, and if neither professor was there, he would go to Sprout.

Yennefer had little interest in Uma.

She cared about Ciri, Geralt, and Harry, but she didn't care much about anything other than the people close to her.

After repeatedly assuring Harry that this ugly little creature would definitely not be Ciri, he ignored it.

Of course, in the past, she had been impatient to get rid of the curse and free Avarak sooner.

It's just that it involves a bunch of masters, the study of the magic of both worlds.

And it's the same as healing Harry.

It's all about protecting the soul and dismantling the "curse".

The daughter Ciri is important, but so is the son Harry.

So she is there every time, but she only quietly observes and rarely expresses her opinion.

Three days.

Hogwarts is unusually peaceful.

Crouch eats and sleeps every day, occasionally being woken up by Snape, and does not reveal anything.

Both Harry and Dumbledore carried the Living Point Map with them.

Even when I sleep at night, there are portraits arranged to be on duty in the office, staring at the map all the time, but no outsiders have ever broken in.

And three days later.

In the principal's office.

Uma was housed in a crib.

"Let's get started." Dumbledore whispered.

Flitwick and Sprout drew their wands, pointed them at Uma, and chanted the incantation.

It's all spells that control effects.

Poisonous curses such as slackening and shrinking rapidly.

Umario howled in pain.

The curse is like coarse sand, when it is pushed outward, the soul that is wrapped inside will naturally suffer some pain.

The spell of both of them worked.

The curse weakened, and this manifested itself in Uma, who looked limp, like mud, and collapsed in his crib.

"Severus." Dumbledore spoke, wand raised.

Snape raised his wand as well.

Say the incantation in unison.

"Call the gods to protect you."

Happiness is often contrasted with pain to stand out more brightly, and Snape's Patronus may not be as powerful as Harry's, but in a way, his Patronus is more pure.

To this day, all those who knew that Snape could cast the Patronus Charm still felt that it was a remarkable miracle, even in the realm of magic, which was full of miracles.

There is hardly anything in him that casts the Patronus Charm.

A dark wizard who is proficient in black magic.

It's not happy at all, and it's not even a normal childhood and student life.

There is no pure, unprofitable friendship.

Nor is there a thrilling, meritorious love.

Even Dumbledore, he can proudly say that he once had a colorful memory—a happy youth with Grindelwald, an unforgettable love.

But Snape

He didn't have Lily.

From the very beginning, his life has not been colorful, even if it is extremely close.

But he did it.

In the gray, he forced himself to carve out a bit of ambiguity, summoning his patronus.

Diamonds shine brightest in the mud.

The wands of the two of them spewed out a white mist, not a physical patronus, the mist consciously spread over, enveloping Uma's body, from his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, into his body, these lights were gentle but intense, penetrating Uma's body, reflecting fluorescence.

Uma's groans of pain died down.

After a while.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall and Harry, "Severus and I are ready. ”

The two of them waved their wands.

When it comes to Transfiguration, Harry and McGonagall, who are Animagus, are undoubtedly the top people in this room.

The magic stretches.

Harness used the vanishing charm to clean up the sluggish, floppy, but visible traces of the curse, little by little.

McGonagall gently and gently recovered his body.

It takes patience and time.

But the people in the room are not lacking in this thing.

Half an hour later.

McGonagall regained the last muscle of his body, and the power of the curse burst out, striking the Patronus Charm's white light, causing a faint ripple of concussion, and Harry didn't wait for the curse to erupt a second time, and the Vanishing Charm emptied it.

The curse is completely removed.

A naked, thin, long-eared man, bloated in a tiny crib with intricate tattoos.

Flitwick was quick to move, and with a wave of his wand, he rubbed the marks down.

Magical knowledge of another world.

"There's something about this bed that doesn't fit him." Dumbledore waved his wand, "I thought he wouldn't be tall." ”

The crib becomes a single bed.

Yennefer probe, breathing a sigh of relief.

It's really not Ciri.

A strange man I had never seen before, his flesh was not strong and beautiful.

She smacked her lips and turned her head away.

It's not interesting.

Alvarac was conscious, but he was weak, even if Dumbledore had come up with a solution that had slowed down the effects of breaking the curse on his body as much as possible, but. Before that, he had been tortured by curses for a long time, and had been played with by the men of merchants and barons for a long time.

"Ciri, Ciri is in danger, go and save her." He struggled to speak.

Sprout raised his wand and recited a spell to him: "Rise quickly." ”

It made him a little better.

"I know, you hid her in the Isle of the Mists." Harry nodded, "But that's obviously not a safe place either. ”

Avalak looked at Harry in surprise.

"Ciri is the blood of the ancients." Harry whispered, "She's obviously used her brains to save herself. ”

Many incomprehensible things seem to be understandable just by carrying the "blood of the ancients".

At least that's how Avalak is concerned.

He nodded, raised his hand with difficulty, and recited a complex incantation.

A bright, white ball of light flew out of his palm and floated in the air, being held by Harry.

(End of chapter)