Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 472 Drinking Medicine
Charles was discharged from the hospital, but his memory still had not fully recovered. He could remember some people but could not remember many things.

After returning to the dormitory, Simo recounted in detail what he had done over the years.

“I’m so awesome!”

"Yeah, you're very powerful."

After Seamus finished speaking, he yawned, said good night to each other, and went to sleep.

He has to lead the team to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow, and Moody took over the job of certifying the assistant's qualifications for the competition.

Charles found many diaries in his bag, all written in a strange script that he could understand. They were diaries from the first grade.

The diary records a lot of things, including my own thoughts and complaints.

"So grandpa is so awesome!"

The more Charles looked, the more frightened he became.

The next day was Hogsmeade week, and Charles followed Snape to Farbottom Castle.

Snape continued to work as a researcher on the Dark Mark, and Charles held a meeting with the senior management.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the meeting. The boss just lost his memory but was not stupid. He seemed to be smarter. He even pointed out a security vulnerability on the communication notebook and suggested setting a trap behind the vulnerability.

Seamus and others did not return for dinner that day, so Dumbledore called Charles to the headmaster's office after dinner.

Charles sat in a chair and looked around curiously.

This place is mentioned many times in my diary. Basically, I am treated to sweets every time I come here. Today is no exception, and I also get a drink.

In addition to Dumbledore, Karkaroff is also here today.

Dumbledore said to Charles, "Charles, this is the potion that Karkaroff prepared for you to restore your memory."

Karkaroff continued, "Mr. Smith, Durmstrang School of Magic has a lot of business dealings with your company. We hope that you can recover your memory and continue our cooperation."

He had a lot of trouble when Voldemort ordered him to prepare a potion for Charles to drink.

Preparing the potion was easy, but Charles was Dumbledore's main focus, so how to give him the potion was a problem.

Karkaroff finally decided that since it would be dangerous to do it secretly, he might as well do it openly.

During the days Charles was in the hospital, people from the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's Hospital came to visit him and delivered medicine, fearing that his amnesia would affect the cooperation between the two parties. So it was normal for Durmstrang to be worried as well.

Karkaroff acted in a businesslike manner and even offered a prescription. Dumbledore could not find any fault with it.

Dumbledore even drank a little himself and found that there was indeed nothing wrong with it. He also remembered that he hadn't paid attention to helping Black find a wife for a long time.

Charles has gotten used to drinking potions these days, so since the principal said so, he just drinks it.

He picked up the cup of potion, said "Thank you" to Karkaroff, and drank it all in one gulp.

The taste of this potion is not terrible, but it has a sticky feeling that makes people not want to drink it a second time.

Charles felt a heat rushing to the top of his head and shivered continuously.

When the vibration mode ended, Dumbledore, Karkaroff, as well as Seamus, Harry, Moody and others who had just returned, all looked at Charles, waiting for the result.

Charles' face was pale and his features were distorted, as if he was in great pain, and he was gasping for breath.

Harry immediately asked, "Charles, do you remember anything?"

Charles came back to his senses and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. I still can't remember what happened before."

Everyone sighed helplessly. From the name he gave, they knew that he had not recovered his memory.

Karkaroff said: "Don't worry, the medicine will take effect slowly."

Everyone has heard this a lot recently, but there is nothing we can do but think this way. Karkaroff still had to report to Voldemort on his work, so he left quickly with the cup.

Charles thought that Seamus and the others seemed to be taking some test today, which had something to do with him before but had nothing to do with him now, so he left the principal's office.

He came to the tower where he conducted alchemy experiments, found the experimental plan on the bookshelf in the study on the top floor, and read it carefully.

There are many experimental plan books, corresponding to different experiments. There is a new record book after each plan to record the progress of the experiment.

These experiments take a long time. The materials for the experiments have been prepared and some experiments have already begun.

A steaming cup of coffee was placed on the coffee table.

"Uh... why are you here?" Charles looked up and found it was Furong.

Fleur put her coffee down and sat down next to him on the couch, smelling like she had just showered.

"I saw the light here on my way back from the bathroom." She bit her lip, "I'm sorry... I scared you that day."

"It was all Erica's idea. You can starve her to death."

Charles put down the experimental plan in his hand, picked up the coffee and took a sip, and said, "It tastes good, thank you."

"I was really scared that day. I was not mentally prepared."

"Sorry for making you worry."

Fleur held his hand and said, "It's okay. I'm sure you'll be better soon."

Charles didn't know what to say at this moment. He had been facing such expectations every day these days, so he could only nod.

He didn't know what to do next. It seemed inappropriate to continue reading the lab report, and if he wanted to chat, he couldn't find a topic to talk about.

At this time, Furong was next to him, with her head resting on his shoulder.

Charles stiffened for a moment, then quickly relaxed.

"Can you hug me?" Furong said with a blushing face, "Like you did when you saved me that day."

Charles blinked, scratched his head and asked, "How did you hold it then?"

At this time, there was a sound from the bag that Furong brought next to the sofa. Several white swans came out of the bag, circling around and making sounds.

"Ah!" Furong jumped up, took out her communication notebook and looked at it, then said depressedly, "Madame Maxime saw that I didn't go back, so I'm going back."

"She said... to have less contact with you before the game."

Charles said: "It doesn't matter, during this time you should concentrate on preparing for the competition, maybe I will be well by then."

"Yeah." Furong nodded, suddenly went up and kissed Charles on the cheek, then left.

Charles touched his cheek, sat back down on the sofa, and continued reading the lab report.

These days he has been feeling empty in his heart, having forgotten too many things. Whenever he has free time, he wants to pick up the things he had from the past and fill it up as much as possible.

This memory is not only about what you did, but also the feelings.

He couldn't understand why Mr. Longbottom and Miss Brown said that Mr. Potter and Miss Granger were their son and daughter.

This matter seems a bit embarrassing. It is not easy to ask Mr. Potter and Miss Granger. I can only ask them indirectly later.

There was another thing that concerned him. He kept thinking about it when he returned to the common room. He had just seen Fawkes in Dumbledore's office. Was that ruby ​​really a phoenix? Could it be a magical creature made of a round ball with phoenix feathers attached to it?

Then he was hit with a righteous chicken claw kick.

(End of this chapter)