tampered with the past

"Forgetting spell?" I almost yelled, "How is this possible, I have no image at all."

Malfoy looked at me with a sympathetic look: "I didn't expect that the Forgetting Charm would make the dignified Granger dull like this. If you still have a reflection, the Forgetting Charm isn't called the Forgetting Charm. "

Indeed, he had a point.

Although I hate Malfoy, I'm not going to fight the truth: "Can you help me remember?"

I asked Malfoy, "Help me remember memories that have been erased, or falsified."

"I don't know." Malfoy's expression was rather flat, "But if you ask me, I'm willing to give it a try."

Look!

Some people are just not suitable for giving them good looks.

Malfoy finally agreed to help, not because I begged him, but because I cast a tiny Transfiguration Charm on one of his parts (God knows, deforming objects has always been my forte).

"As long as you are obedient, I will help you change back." Looking at Malfoy's livid face, I couldn't help but feel good.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you."

Considering that I still need his help, I decided not to provoke him: "Don't worry, there will be no sequelae, take a step back, even if there is any accident, no one else will care except your wife. "

It made me feel proud to have such a deep color of "sauce purple" appear on Malfoy's naturally pale face. If my head was not still cracking, I would have laughed on the spot.

My complacency didn't last long.

With the official start of the treatment, I quickly tasted the taste of repayment in this world.

Malfoy didn't know what curse he had cast on me, which made my eardrums buzz and my forehead was so hot that I could cook an egg.

Some broken pictures flashed before my eyes.

Harry's face...

Flying swing...

Lush green grass...

I feel like I'm going to throw up, and my mind is so dizzy.

Malfoy said it was normal, and he had a treacherous smile on his face when he said this.

I really want to punch him, but I don't even have the strength to stand up now let alone punch someone.

"Maybe, I should call Weasley to pick you up."

"No!" I stopped Malfoy.

"You don't want him to know? Why? Are all the rumors outside true?"

"Rumor?" I was confused, "What rumor?"

Malfoy let out a single sound through his nostrils - "Hum!" Then he fell silent.

What is this?

If I had known this day would come, I would definitely choose to be a therapist when choosing a career. In that way, I would be able to see a doctor by myself without having to suffer from such idleness.

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