Harry Potter: Super Magic God - Chapter 756

“Thanks to you, President of the International Federation of Wizards, the greatest wizard ever in the wizarding world, and the youngest principal ever in the wizarding world.”

Lockhart smiled with his signature smile, “I can name a long list of your titles, and if you are interested, I can write a preface to your autobiography.”

“Thank you for your kindness, then. I have no plans to write an autobiography for myself.” George smiled and rejected Lockhart’s kindness.

“That’s a shame,”

Lockhart had disappointment on his face and regret in his tone, “I can’t rely on my own strength to stay in the annals of history. It seems that the road to help you write the preface has also been blocked.”

“Why are you thinking about it?”

He warmly suggested, “You should have read my book. I am certainly not as good as you in terms of magic, but I am still recognized by readers in terms of writing. I can write several best-selling autobiography according to your requirements. These autobiography will remain in the annals of history.”

George shrugged and said humorously, “Thank you for your kindness, but I may live for thousands of years, so I am not in a hurry to write an autobiography.”

“For thousands of years.”

Lockhart seemed to be frightened by this number. He took a deep breath, “That’s right, a powerful wizard like you has a long life span, so that he is not in a hurry to become famous.”

With an enviable expression on his face, “I don’t have that big ambition anymore. I only hope to publish an autobiography of my own deeds. The name may be called “The Healing Me”.”

“correct.”

He greeted everyone warmly, “Surely you don’t know what I’m doing, right?”

Hermione nodded, “Professor, you left school at the end of the second grade, saying that you were going to find your true self. Then how did you get to the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries? Are you sick?”

“No, no, no,”

Lockhart shook his head repeatedly, “I’m not sick, I have found my true self. Now, I am a therapist at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries, and this is my workplace.”

“You became Saint Mungo’s therapist?” Ron exclaimed in an unbelievable way. He never guessed that Lockhart became Saint Mungo’s therapist.

He looked at Lockhart with suspicion, only then did he remember that Lockhart’s green robe was the uniform of a therapist.

Harry and their faces wore suspicious looks. Lockhart couldn’t deceive him at Hogwarts, and then he deceived St Mungo?

Lockhart saw the suspicion in Harry and their eyes, and he coughed, “I’m a serious therapist, and I’m a very professional, very powerful therapist.”

“Come with me.” He made an inviting gesture.

Lockhart walked to the door next to him and pointed his wand at the key hole of the ward.

He turned around and explained, “This is the long-stay ward of our St. Mungo Hospital, where we live with permanent spell damage. Of course, relying on intensive treatment and a little luck can make the condition better. When going in and out. , We all have to close the door to prevent the patient from accidentally running out.”

He said “Alaho Cave Open” toward the key hole.

The door opened, and he led the way in.

This long-stay ward is just like the patient’s home. Around the bed are the patients’ personal belongings.

A gray-faced and frowning wizard lay on the opposite bed, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself, as if unaware of his surroundings. After two beds, there was a woman with long hair. It was terrible. She was permanently disfigured.

The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by flower curtains to give patients and visitors some privacy.

“Yours, Agnes!”

Lockhart greeted the hairy woman happily.

“You seem to be in good spirits. Your son sent an owl to say that he came to see you at night. It was great, didn’t he?”

Agnes barked loudly.

“Hi, Mrs. Longbottom, how are you feeling today?”

Lockhart said lightly.

The curtain at the other end of the ward was already opened, and behind the curtain, a woman in pajamas came over.

The woman was a little thin, her eyes were very big, her hair was white, messy and dry, only when she laughed, she looked less scary.

“Hello, Lockhart Therapist.”

The woman smiled at Lockhart.

Lockhart smiled brilliantly, showing white shiny teeth, “Come and get to know, this is the current principal of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard in the wizarding world, Mr. George Soros.”

He turned around and introduced George, “This is Mrs. Longbottom, Neville’s mother.”

He pointed to Harry and others, and introduced to Mrs. Longbottom, “These are Neville’s classmates, they are all good children of Gryffindor. This is Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.”

“Good afternoon~www.mtlnovel.com~Mr. Soros.”

Neville’s mother bowed slightly to George.

“Hello, Mrs. Longbottom.” George responded.

“And fellow students of Neville.” Mrs. Longbottom greeted everyone, “Thank you, thank you for your usual help to Neville.”

Mrs. Longbottom smiled. “Thank you for taking care of Neville.”

Her tone was guilty, “Neville has suffered a lot from snacks. His father and I have been receiving treatment in St. Mungo before. We have been crazy for many years and have been unable to take care of him.

She said gratefully, “Thank you very much, Neville told me a lot about you, and you helped him a lot.”

Harry and Hermione waved their hands quickly, “We are classmates, this is what we should do, and Neville has also helped us a lot.”

Neville’s mother smiled, her tone a little excited, “You are all good children, and Neville is very lucky to have friends like you.”

She turned her head and looked at Lockhart with grateful eyes, “Thanks to the Lockhart therapist, we can slowly get better and be able to perform our duties.”

She smiled and said expectantly, “We missed a lot of thoughts, but we still have a chance to make up. I think we will be discharged soon. At that time, I hope we can make up for the debt we owed to Neville over the years. “

Lockhart showed a bright smile, shiny white teeth, “Alice, this is what I should do. I will never disappoint my admirers.”

Lockhart smiled at Harry and the others, proving that he was a genuine therapist.

Harry said eagerly, “Therapist Lockhart, can you give me an autograph of yours?”

He discovered for the first time that Lockhart’s smile was so pleasing to the eye.