Chapter 1524

The dark room was filled with the smell of all kinds of potions, which made people frown and cover their noses as soon as they came in.

Messy test tubes, flasks of different models and trays of copper scales were scattered on some dirty wooden floors, and a variety of potion materials filled a corner of the room. There seemed to be something else in other places, but it was difficult to see clearly because the curtains were pulled tightly.

The only place in this room that can be called "clean" seems to be the space where the bed is located.

"Uh... Uh..."

Even if there are a lot of things in the room that people will care about, I'm afraid the most important thing that people can't ignore is that it's obviously a hoarse moan from the bed.

"Granger... Miss."

When Hermione frowned and scanned the room silently, and finally moved her eyes back to the bed that had attracted most of her attention at the beginning, the wizard who led her up seemed to speak with some caution:

"I believe you have noticed - yes, lying in the quilt is my father who is cursed and has almost lost his will."

"Ah... Well," said Hermione with a quick nod, "but it seems that your father is quite --"

"That's right," the other party sighed, "And since Mr. McLean can't come here, I think my father can't break through the biggest difficulty in his life! Now, I don't expect Miss Granger you can cure him... So now, my only hope is that I can safely accompany my father and send him away!"

Let's not mention the young boy downstairs. At least he can basically hear from the other party's attitude and tone. There is really no evil intention in his heart.

No, maybe it's not just "bad intentions", even the unyielding fighting spirit and living faith are about to disappear.

But, to tell the truth, Hermione is not completely unable to imagine each other's mood at the moment.

After all, according to what I learned downstairs, there was not only a gap between this man and his father for 20 years, but also a particularly difficult life because of his father's crime. Now, I even need to usher in a more complete separation from my father who was not easy to see again.

In the final analysis, black wizards are actually human beings and have their own life experiences and emotions.

In the face of this increasingly desperate disaster, probably only ignorant and fearless young girls and those who really have a firm will can put aside their fear and go on bravely.

"In other words, you still want to stay here with your father... Waiting to die?"

Hermione is indeed a young girl, but in recent years, she has always followed Marca step by step. Her heart has obviously been very strong unconsciously. Maybe she will still hesitate and linger when she meets difficulties, but when she really needs to make a choice, she will finally take her own step firmly.

It may be because of this that she doesn't want others to give up easily - even for those who have made mistakes, such as the "black Wizard", she doesn't think she should use "death" to draw the end of life.

Unless it is a guy like Haier Bo, whose mere "existence" will bring great disaster to the world, maybe it will be an exception.

Of course, this is just Hermione's personal point of view.

Seeing that the other party couldn't answer after asking, she simply shook her head and said:

"Anyway, let me see your father first!"

As she said this, she suddenly stepped forward and crossed several discarded flasks and test tubes on the floor to the side of the bed.

She had not been able to see clearly because of the darkness in the room before. Now she was close, and she found that there was indeed an old man with a face quite similar to the wizard behind her.

It can be seen that the old man's thin face is full of wrinkles, and his hair is haggard and decaying. He is completely dying.

He has been humming since Hermione came in. The movement of his throat sounds like an aging beast.

"Yes, it's like an aging... 'beast'!"

Hermione felt that the metaphor that came out of her mind inadvertently was very vivid, and it was no coincidence that the living corpses who recovered from the fog seemed to be able to be described by this.

Because what they have in common is that they will act according to their instincts.

But at the thought of this, Hermione felt something wrong for no reason, but she didn't know where the strange thing came from.

With a slight sip of her mouth, she temporarily suppressed her doubts, and then began to seriously check the old man in bed.

"... sure enough, I still can't do it?"

Soon Hermione took back her wand and stood by the bed thinking.

"Although he also came to the conclusion that it should be a curse, others also made a corresponding judgment. Not only that, he even prepared magic medicine to suppress the effect of the curse for the time being -"

Hermione paused for a moment, then her eyes glared, as if something surprised her at that moment.

"Miss Granger? What's the matter with you?" the wizard on one side couldn't help asking, "do you say... You think of a way to treat my father?"

"Uh, no... sorry, I haven't thought of it yet." Hermione heard it, and then slightly put away the expression on her face. Then she turned to ask, "speaking of it, has your father ever been completely unable to move during his stay in bed?"

"'unable to move '?" the other party was stunned. "No... although my father soon became weaker and weaker after he came out of London, he could move even if he was inconvenient."

"Really?"

Hermione frowned when she saw him say so:

"Did your father talk about how he was hurt, and did he have any clue about the curse?"

After an inquiry, as the information she wanted to know increased little by little, her expression not only did not ease, but became more tense.

At the end, when the other party had finished all she could say frankly, Hermione covered her mouth and fell into a long silence alone.

A few minutes later, she finally put down her hand and subconsciously turned her head to look at the city of Canterbury, where spiral town is located.

"... why?"