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Chapter 541 Success
Normally, the Cruciatus Curse is different from other black magic. It is just the ultimate torture, and it does not have the lasting power that cannot be recovered without the curse being broken like other black magic.

But after the number is stacked, the original limit disappears, and those stacked spells will take effect permanently - just like Professor Moody's wounds that can never be healed, the patient in front of him also has the power of the Cruciatus Curse suppressing him, causing him to fall into endless torture forever.

“It’s working.”

The sourceless and originless Cruciatus Curse was finally stopped by Wan Zhu Jie Zhong. Mr. Lake wanted to stand up with a pale face, but after struggling for a few times, he still sat down weakly on the ground.

Andrew didn't bother to look at Mr. Lake, and quickly observed Mr. Longbottom - the backlash of the spell also affected him, but the effect was not great, and it could even be considered a relief because the power of the spell was drawn out.

"How's it going, Taylor?"

The dean's voice rang out, and then he came over and said, "Stand back, Taylor. If there is a backlash, remember to help me interrupt it."

"Yes, Professor."

Andrew raised his wand, ready to cast a spell to interrupt - but unfortunately, Professor Flitwick's spell did not cause any fluctuations in the power of those latent spells.

This is the most disgusting thing about black magic without a counter-spell. Under the power of those residual spells, all magical recovery methods will be restrained.

"Go on, Taylor."

The dean gave orders calmly, and Andrew continued to weave his dreams - he was not afraid of the spell hurting people, but he was afraid that the power of the spell would remain in the body and cause continuous damage.

After seven or eight dream beads exploded in succession and everyone was hit by a Cruciatus Curse, the raging spell finally eased - this made Andrew finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He also pushed forward once. The pain was like being tortured and penetrated deep into his soul. If his brain had not been blocked to block it, he suspected that he would have rolled on the ground in pain.

If it happens again, he will really have to consider calling someone over to share the damage. That feeling is really not something a normal wizard can accept.

"Keep dreaming, Taylor."

"Okay, Professor."

Andrew took a breath, looked at the dream bead that showed signs of cracking, and began to weave the next beautiful dream - perhaps this spell was not designed for continuous damage, and the temptation of beautiful dreams to him was higher than he could imagine, as if he was born to fight to the death with those beautiful things.

This temptation was still successful. The Dream Bead was wantonly destroyed by the spell, but the expensive cost of the first edition of the Dream Bead made its defense maximum, thus trapping the power of the spell.

Dream after dream was woven, injected, and then discarded. The power of the Cruciatus Curse in Mr. Longbottom's body was also being weakened madly.

As the sunlight outside the window dimmed little by little, the latest dream bead finally put Mr. Longbottom firmly into the dream instead of being destroyed by the mad dog-like force.

The healers, who had been ready for a long time, began to cast spells simultaneously, searching for the memories that had been madly destroyed - now there was no Cruciatus Curse to destroy them.

'call…'

Andrew sat down on the chair tiredly - fortunately, his magic power was finally just enough. Even though he was weaving dreams at such a fast speed, he still didn't overcast the spell, otherwise he would have a headache now.

"But, this is really exhausting... Next time I should prepare a lot of dreams in advance."

He leaned back in his chair, quietly watching the professors and therapists cast spells, ready to step in at any time.

To be honest, he now admires Mr. Longbottom in front of him very much. If it were him, he would confess everything after the third Cruciatus Curse.

"Mr. Longbottom... What a familiar last name... Never mind, I don't have time to think about that. I have to focus on teaching them."

Andrew forced himself to focus all his attention on the professor. After all, the treatment was not over yet.

But time passed by minute by minute, and until Andrew turned on the alchemical lamp and the moon was already high outside, the Legilimency examination was not yet over.

If no one had sounded the alarm, Andrew would have pounced on it and forcibly interrupted the spell.

Finally, when Andrew's countenance reached ten o'clock, Professor Flitwick stood up with a heavy face.

"What's going on, Professor?"

Andrew asked with concern, waving his wand and causing the chair to float directly under the professors and therapists' butts.

"Not good. I'm afraid we'll have to use the most radical means."

Professor Flitwick shook his head. "Memory reconstruction? How much can be retained?"

"All his memories from his school days were damaged. Not only were large chunks of his memories after graduation lost, but they were also merged with the destructive power of the Cruciatus Curse. As for the memories after he was cursed, they had to be discarded completely. Even so, the power of the Cruciatus Curse would occasionally surface. He had been cursed for too long."

Professor Flitwick shook his head - Longbottom was one of the best students back then, and although he could be saved today, he still could not be rescued completely.

"What if I use the Oblivion Charm?"

Andrew had a sudden idea after a moment of silence.

"Extract the complete memory and store it in the Pensieve, filter the incomplete memory through dreams, and then use the Oblivion Charm to seal the memory directly, and then use dreams to guide it again, and use the Oblivion Charm to confuse the Cruciatus Curse?"

Several therapists' eyes lit up, and then they began to discuss the feasibility - after about twenty minutes of discussion, everyone nodded in agreement. After all, after the memory was stored, any treatment would not be worse than memory reconstruction.

The Pensieve was quickly borrowed, and the silver memory began to be exported frantically until the thread of memory was spotted and the retention of the memory stopped.

Andrew began to take over, dreaming about those damaged memories and using the blurring of dreams to clean up the contaminated parts bit by bit.

After him, it was Flitwick who took over - the two of them began to process the memories in a dream-like manner.

There is no other way. The operation requirements are too high and the therapists are not very confident yet, so two people have to do it.

When the morning sun shone over, my memory could no longer find anything useful. All that was left was pain and large patches of chaotic light and shadow.

"professor."

Andrew looked at the dean, "Shall we begin?"

"Then let's come together."

Professor Flitwick, who had been up all night, nodded and said, "Hold your wand steady, Taylor. We need an incredibly powerful spell—if Lockhart wakes up, we can put it to good use."

"We can't delay this for that long. Losing memory for too long will affect our thinking ability."

Andrew smiled, flexed his wand, and took a deep breath, "I'm ready."

“Everything is forgotten!!!”

The spell that was read out loud increased the power of the spell to the maximum, and it hit Mr. Longbottom with incredible stability. The therapist on the side quickly followed suit, adjusting the conflict between the spell and the Cruciatus Curse.

"The spell is canceling out!"

A surprised sound was heard, and soon, the result of the confrontation between the two sides came out - the Oblivion Curse was almost completely wiped out, and the remaining Cruciatus Curse was completely destroyed.

"We can now prepare to cast the forgetfulness spell and restore the memory. The treatment can basically be declared a success!"

Mr. Perk reported happily, "Let's go call the other healers in!"

...

Instilling memories was easier than expected, or rather, after getting rid of the unremovable spell, the rest of the work was just a minor injury to the doctors at St. Mungo's.

It didn't even take twenty minutes for the memory to be injected, and Mr. Longbottom's breathing and lying manner returned to the level of a normal wizard - before, he even felt like he would be attacked at any time when he lay there.

"You can prepare to wake up."

A group of healers whispered, but it was Professor Flitwick who made the final decision.

"Then let's get started."

As he waved his wand and faced the inquiring gazes of the wizards, Mr. Longbottom's breathing began to quicken.

He stood up quickly at a speed that was totally inconsistent with his age, muttering,

"Merlin's beard, the sun is so strong! What time is it? Hurry up, go to class! Wait, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)