This Christmas night at Hogwarts was not peaceful. Many students were awakened by the explosion and were at a loss. Fortunately, the professors played a role. Therefore, although they were a little dissatisfied, they still climbed into bed and continued to sleep.

Before closing their eyes, several young wizards secretly swore that they must find out the truth of the night as soon as they woke up tomorrow. The noise in the castle gradually subsided, and only the school hospital was still brightly lit.

"You must drink the medicine and lie in bed for one night. If there is no problem tomorrow morning, I will allow you to leave." Madam Pomfrey held a cup of shiny potion in one hand, standing between the two beds, her eyes like an eagle.

Harry and Ron drank the potion tremblingly. When the liquid in the cup slid through his throat, although the feeling was completely different, it still reminded Harry of the memory in the dream. He endured the feeling of nausea and drank it all in one breath.

Madam Pomfrey left with satisfaction.

She walked out of the ward and closed the door. Next, she had to go to the intensive care unit, where there were two patients waiting for her. Barty Crouch was severely traumatized both physically and mentally, so she could only try to repair his body. Alastor Moody was in slightly better physical condition, but the mental damage was equally not to be underestimated.

She was still thinking about her worries while walking, hesitating whether to learn from Felix. As time went by, Felix Hepp's other identity, the master of memory, became more and more famous. Many people speculated that he would definitely be one of the first batch of Chocolate Frog cards in the new century.

At the corner of the corridor, Madam Pomfrey saw Dumbledore, Felix and McGonagall standing at the door of the intensive care unit.

"Poppy, you're just in time," Dumbledore said with a smile, looking in a good mood, "Felix has just diagnosed Barty and Alastor and dealt with the most difficult troubles, but it will take a long time to recover from it."

Madam Pomfrey subconsciously looked at Felix. In her heart, this person was the authority.

Felix nodded slightly and explained, "Mr. Crouch has been under the control of the Imperius Curse for a long time, as well as the Confusion Curse and the Cruciatus Curse, which has caused his mind to be a little confused. Although it is troublesome, it is not irreparable. I suggest that he be transferred to St. Mungo's for more systematic recuperation in a while." "

As for Professor Moody..." He thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I don't know if his condition is good or not. His memory has been carefully modified, and he has been given many hints, such as not checking his room, ignoring certain abnormalities, and sleeping until dawn when lying in bed... This is also the reason why Barty Crouch Jr. climbed into his room through the secret passage without scruples."

"He will lose some of his memory, as for which ones, I don't know. I think he will be very disgusted with this with his personality."

Felix looked at Dumbledore inquiringly, asking for his opinion. Dumbledore shook his head slightly. He knew what kind of personality his old friend had. Having his memory tampered with was enough to drive him crazy.

Madam Pomfrey said she understood. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Felix, can I watch you when you come for treatment these days?"

"No problem, ma'am." Felix agreed readily.

Madam Pomfrey thanked her, and then she pushed open the door of the intensive care unit and walked in. The other three people present could see Barty Crouch and Alastor Moody lying quietly on the bed. Professor McGonagall's lips moved twice.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore looked at her.

"I, I'm not suspicious... But don't we need to take some precautions? What if they are still affected by the dark magic of the mysterious man..."

"Don't worry, Minerva," Felix interrupted, and he smiled and said, "I still have some confidence in memory magic, and their wands are now in the hands of the headmaster."

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. They went downstairs together and were silent for a moment. She couldn't help but say, "Albus, you shouldn't stop me from deducting points from Potter and Weasley. At least they should be put in detention..." Dumbledore

blinked and looked at her with a smile.

"They are too reckless. They may lose their lives." Professor McGonagall finished her words.

"Minerva, there is no need to be so strict. That child just has a sense of responsibility far beyond that of ordinary people." Dumbledore said softly, "Take this time for example. It is unexpected enough that they thought of using the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak. They must also be decisive. If they delayed for a few minutes and spent precious time looking for the professor, perhaps we would see a different scene."

At least Moody would definitely not survive.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and relaxed her frown. "You are right."

...

Felix returned to the office. He stood in front of the window and recalled what Dumbledore had just said to him alone.

"Felix, I want to ask you a favor." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"What is it?" Felix asked. He had expected what was to come.

They were standing on the top of the castle. The cold north wind blew hard and the window frames creaked. Dumbledore was silent for a long time, as if he was making a great decision. Finally, he said, "Teach Harry the brain block technique."

"No problem." Felix said immediately. After waiting for a moment, he asked softly, "Besides that?"

There was another silence

. "...Don't hurt him."

...

Felix retracted his gaze. It was already the middle of the night, and a faint gray-green light appeared on the horizon.

"I am becoming more and more sentimental. This is not like me."

"Chirp!"

He lowered his head and saw Sniff Valen standing at the door of the bedroom. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, staggered over, and scratched his trouser legs twice, but didn't climb up.

Felix laughed dumbly, and moved his fingertips, allowing Valen to float in front of him.

"You didn't sleep? Valen, it really surprised me..."

"Chirp!"

Valen waved his little hand and scratched in the air. Felix looked at it intently, as if he was writing. He tried to recognize the deformed letters

"Gift?"

Valen nodded continuously.

Felix asked tentatively, "Do you want to ask Granger how she felt about receiving the gift?"

She nodded with a sniff, her small black eyes looking at him expectantly.

"She was overjoyed," Felix said.

Valen was very satisfied. That was one of his most precious treasures. He felt heartbroken when he thought that he had given it away. He yawned and opened his arms for a hug.

Felix held Valen and put him in the cradle.

As he changed into his pajamas and lay down on the bed, his mood improved unconsciously.