When I was in school, it wasn't that the crack in the door of Amosta's office was not stuffed with the energetic little witches, but being told to the face of a middle-aged man about adoration was something Amosta had never had.

In his chatter, Amosta figured out that the wizard's name was Anison Cowan, who dreamed of becoming an Auror who fought against the darkness, but unfortunately, he didn't get two NEWTs certificates when he was studying at Hogwarts, and it was useless to join the Ministry of Magic, so he could only come to St. Mungo's door to see the door.

It wasn't until Amosta agreed to come down to help him sign an autograph that he stopped talking.

"I'll report to you, sir, take advantage of this time to register your personal information." Anison shrugged innocently and said,

"As you know, those noble landowners don't like accidents."

Anison pointed to the large book on the table and the quill in the inkwell, then opened the door and squeezed in through the crack, and as he left, still grumbling,

"Oh Malfoy, that family is not easy to deal with, and they keep a straight face all day long--"

Amosta chuckled, Lucius must have been extremely annoyed that Draco had been controlled by his old colleague with the Imperius Curse for so long.

Annison returned quickly, and as soon as Amosta filled in the register with his name and the information of the patient he intended to visit, the golden door creaked open, and Anison squeezed out through the crack in the door, and behind him, Lucius Malfoy dodged out with his hand on the self-rebounding door.

"Whew, that's it--"

Such a back-and-forth journey seemed to be a huge drain for Annison, but he didn't dare to be too prodigal in front of Lucius Malfoy, so he suppressed his breath with difficulty.

The face that greeted him was as gloomy as expected, and at this time, the light gray eyes embedded in this gloomy face were still full of astonishment and vigilance.

Before Lucius could open his mouth to question, Amosta spoke first,

"Go in, Mr. Malfoy, I don't want to cause a commotion here."

The familiar voice and tone of voice made Lucius immediately understand that the strange man in front of him was not a liar, and thinking of Amosta Blaine's popularity in the wizarding world these days, Lucius immediately understood his intention in doing so.

"Please come in--"

Lucius pursed his dry lips and said, welcoming Amosta into the VIP area.

Although just a door away, the environment is noticeably quieter, with softer tiles and walls, a soothing fragrance in the air, and a variety of amazing ornamental bonsai lining the walkway.

Because there were people in the hallway, Amosta and Lucius didn't talk much, and they walked past a golden circular lounge and stopped in front of a wooden door inlaid with gold patterns.

"Please come in--"

Lucius gestured and pushed the door open.

As the ward unfolded before his eyes, Amosta understood what was going on with these extravagant pure-blood wizard families.

It was a room about the size of Dumbledore's empty office—two large chandeliers made of a thousand pure white crystals glittered in the bright sunlight on a dome that had been widened by the Traceless Stretching Charm and engraved with artistic patterns.

The soft carpet under your feet is velvet, and the beautiful oil paintings hanging on the walls are clearly not graffiti.

On one side of the room, in the fireplace made of brick and stone carved with the drawings of mermaids and beauties, a gentle flame is radiating a warm breath to the whole room, and the wood used as fuel inside is obviously not ordinary pine but sandalwood, and the just right aroma in the air can make people feel refreshed.

"Wicked rich man—"

Amosta had regained his original appearance, and he sighed at the palace-like lavish room.

On the large bed by the window, Draco sat up from his sleepy posture with an excited face, and he seemed to want to get out of bed to greet Professor Blaine, but his current Narcissa Malfoy stopped him.

"How does it feel, Draco?"

Amosta walked past Lucius and stepped up the steps to Draco's bedside, nodding at Draco's mother and smiling at Draco.

Speaking of destructiveness, the Imperius Curse may be the largest of the three unforgivable spells, but the effect after the curse is indeed the mildest, in the years when Voldemort was murderous, many wizards who did not want to go along with it have been controlled by this spell, but after treatment, there were no serious sequelae, and this is the reason why Amosta was willing to gamble at that time and did not immediately rescue Draco.

Draco's complexion looked good, no longer the pale and trance-like appearance, but there was still some confusion in the depths of his pupils.

"I didn't expect you to come and see me and feel good, Professor Blaine--"

Draco grinned,

"St. Mungo's best team of therapists is obviously much more professional than our shabby school hospital, my mom and dad spent a small amount of money to let them serve the whole process, I was basically cured, oh, not all, I was treated by that."

At the mention of Peter, Draco shuddered in horror.

"Take it easy, dear—"

Draco's mother immediately nervously wrapped her arms around Draco's head, patted Draco gently on the back, and said softly,

"Don't be afraid, you're safe, and that scumbag who dares to hurt you, your father and I can promise you that the price he will pay is his life!"

Lucius also stood on the edge of Draco's bed, clenched his fists and nodded.

"I'm fine, Mom!"

Being treated like this by his own mother in front of Professor Blaine, Draco felt a little embarrassed, as if he seemed how weak he was, he took a few deep breaths, restrained the discomfort in his heart, pushed his mother away, and said with a smile,

"There is a vague memory, Professor Bryan, St. Mungo's therapist said that it is better not to intervene humanly, those memories will slowly come back on their own!"

"That's true—"

Amosta bowed slightly,

"This phenomenon is not caused by the Imperius Curse, I guess Peter is probably trying to cleanse your brain of his memories, however, his memory magic is very clumsy, and the effect is not very successful, as your physical state gradually stabilizes, those memories hidden by the magic will slowly recover."

Confirmed by Professor Blaine, not only Draco, but his parents were secretly relieved.

Although the room was luxurious enough, his parents had never allowed him to go out, so it was no different to Draco than a prison, and the only way to spend his time was to read the latest magazines and newspapers, and the news of the last few days had exhilarated him

"I heard that you killed Greyback and nearly a hundred of his men, Professor, I bet that if you were to take the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts, it would be much more likely than Dumbledore, I mean to remove Dumbledore from power, my father almost did it last year."

"Draco!"

Before Amosta could reply, Lucius took the first step and sank his face,

"It's not something you need to worry about."

Draco immediately restrained his smile, looking a little sullen, but then he asked Amosta about the events that had happened in the school when he was in control, after all, most memories of that time were vague.

Amosta drew his wand and waved, and a high-backed chair by the fireplace kicked and jumped on all four legs and stopped behind Amosta's ass.

"Actually, it's nothing--"

Amosta sat down generously, crossed his legs and smiled as he described it to Draco.

"--Oh, a bunch of cowardly, incompetent fellows, I'll make them look good!"

Ten minutes later, when Amosta finished talking about Draco's treatment in Slytherin during that time, Draco cursed with an angry face,

"Daphne, Theodore, Millicent, who gave them the courage to exclude me all the time!"

Now that Draco had returned to normal, Amosta had no intention of ignoring the conflict between the beaked students, and he turned his gaze and smiled at the Malfoys who were maintaining extreme restraint,

"So, you two, I'm sure Connelly must have sent someone to explain the secrets behind Draco's attack, right?"

(End of chapter)