Wu Ma has not been having a very comfortable time these days.

There is no pain to speak of.

But there are always some strange magic or something being experimented on them.

The fat woman who looked smiling and the gentlest was the most ruthless one among the few people. She would always take out some strange plants and then conduct some incomprehensible experiments on her body.

And there was the man who looked to be as tall as himself, and who always managed to pull out some spells that surprised everyone else.

The smiling old man with white beard is not a good person either.

on the contrary……

The man and woman who look the most serious are actually the gentlest people.

Now, whenever Uma is brought to the principal's office, he will hide behind Professor McGonagall. If Professor McGonagall is not there, he will look for Professor Snape. If both professors are not there, he will look for Sprout.

Yennefer has little interest in Uma.

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

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

Of course, in the past, she would have been impatient to get rid of the curse faster and free Avallac'h.

However, this involves a bunch of masters studying magic from both worlds.

And this is similar to treating Harry.

They are all about protecting the soul and removing the "curse".

Ciri, the daughter, is important, but Harry, the son, is equally important.

So she was there every time, but she just observed quietly and rarely expressed her opinions.

Three days.

Hogwarts was unusually peaceful.

Crouch ate and slept every day. He was occasionally woken up by Snape, but he didn't reveal any information.

Both Harry and Dumbledore carried the Marauder's Map with them.

Even when sleeping at night, there were people on duty in the office, staring at the map all the time, but no outsiders broke in.

And three days later.

In the principal's office.

Uma was placed in a crib.

"Let us begin," Dumbledore said softly.

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

They are all spells with control effects.

A curse that causes one's strength to slacken and shrink rapidly.

Umaliu howled in pain.

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

The spell from both of them was effective.

The curse became weak, and this was reflected in Uma, who looked limp and like mud, slumped in the crib.

"Severus," Dumbledore said, raising his wand.

Snape raised his wand as well.

They chanted the spell in unison.

"Expecto Patronus."

Happiness often shines more brilliantly when contrasted with pain. Snape's patronus may not be as powerful as Harry's, but in a way, his patronus is purer.

To this day, everyone who knows that Snape can cast the Patronus Charm still feels that this is a great miracle even in the magical field full of miracles.

There was hardly any element in him that could cast a Patronus Charm.

A dark wizard who is proficient in the dark arts.

Not happy at all, and it was far from a normal childhood and student life.

There is no pure friendship without any exchange of interests.

There is no thrilling and perfect love.

Even Dumbledore could proudly say that he once had a colorful memory - a happy youth with Grindelwald and an unforgettable love.

But Snape...

He never had Lily.

From the very beginning, his life was devoid of color, even though it was very close.

But he just used it.

In the gray, he managed to carve out a little ambiguous color for himself and summoned his patronus.

Diamonds in the mud shine brightest.

White mist spurted out of their wands. It was not a physical guardian angel. The mist spread consciously, enveloping Wu Ma's body, and penetrated into his body through his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The light was gentle but strong, penetrating Wu Ma's body and emitting fluorescence.

Wu Ma's groans of pain gradually subsided.

After a while.

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

They both waved their wands.

When it comes to Transfiguration spells, Harry and McGonagall, as Animagus, are undoubtedly the best in the room.

The magic extends.

Harry used the Vanishing Charm to clear away the dull, soft, but obvious curses bit by bit.

Mag gently, tenderly restored his body.

This requires patience and time.

But no one in the room lacks this thing.

Half an hour later.

McGonagall restored the last muscle in his body, and the power of the curse burst out, hitting the white light of the Patronus Charm, splashing slightly shocking ripples. Harry didn't wait for the curse to erupt for the second time, and used the Vanishing Charm to clear it out.

The curse is completely lifted.

A naked, thin, long-eared man, crammed into a small crib, had intricate tattoos on his body.

Flitwick was quick-witted and quick-handed. He waved his wand and copied down these traces.

Magical knowledge from another world.

"This bed doesn't fit him very well." Dumbledore waved his wand. "I thought he wouldn't be very tall."

The crib converts into a single bed.

Yennefer poked her head out and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really not Ciri.

A strange man whom I had never seen before, his body was not strong and not good-looking.

She smacked her lips and turned her head away.

It's meaningless.

Avallac'h was conscious, but he was very weak. Even though the method Dumbledore came up with had slowed down the impact of breaking the curse on his body as much as possible, he had been tortured by the curse for a long time before that, and had also been toyed with by the merchant and the baron's men for a long time.

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

Sprout raised his wand and chanted a spell to him: "Resurrection soon."

This made him feel a little better.

"I know you hid her on the Misty Island." Harry nodded, "But that's obviously not a very safe place."

Avallac'h looked at Harry in surprise.

"Ciri is an ancient blood," Harry said softly, "and she obviously used her brains to save herself."

Many things that are difficult to understand seem to become understandable as long as they are accompanied by "ancient blood".

At least that's how it was for Avallac'h.

He nodded, raised his hands with difficulty, and chanted a complicated spell.

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