Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 177 Magic is ineffective
The doctor in the curse injury department was an old witch. She wore an old-fashioned wizard robe from the last century and a feather from some unknown bird was stuck in her wizard hat.

The old witch's face was full of wrinkles, but she had deep eyeliner on, which made Su Ze, who saw her for the first time, stunned for a moment.

Judging from her appearance alone, she looked exactly like an old witch in a Muggle fairy tale. Su Ze felt that she would be more suitable to find a dark cave and boil some weird potions in a cauldron rather than appear in such a formal hospital.

Of course, Su Ze also knew that he was judging people by their appearance. No matter what, they still needed help from the witch in front of them.

"How is it, is it possible to restore his memory?" Looking at the old witch studying Constantine from head to toe, Su Ze couldn't help but ask.

When the old witch heard this, she first turned her head and glanced at Su Ze, then shook her head sinisterly. "Weird, it's really too weird."

"What's strange?" Su Ze and Rocket Raccoon looked at each other, then turned to look at the old witch, waiting for her next explanation.

"I've been working at St. Mungo's for so long, and this is the first time I've encountered such a strange injured person."

The other party did not keep the secret, but calmly asked Constantine to sit on the hospital bed, while she herself sighed.

"I checked his body. To be honest, it's a miracle that he can stand here alive. He also has some rare blood of other races, which I have never seen before. It looks like Veela."

Listening to the old witch's words, Su Ze didn't know how to explain. Constantine's origin was indeed extraordinary. After all, he had often dealt with demons and angels before.

But in the world of Harry Potter, there are no angels or demons in this universe, only wizards and a large number of magical creatures. Even the god of death is a fictional creature.

So Su Ze didn't plan to explain more on this issue, he just said, "Madam, we are not here for a physical examination, we are here to restore Constantine's memory."

"Memory, yes." The old witch raised her head, and her eyes under the brim of her hat slowly swept across Su Ze's face. "This is what makes me even more puzzled. Although I don't know what he went through, his brain has no damage."

"No damage?" Su Ze was stunned.

"No trace of magic? Maybe it's some spell or the power of some magical animal we haven't seen before." Tonks made her own guess.

But after hearing her words, the old witch rolled her eyes at her. "Magic has traces to follow. As a trainee Auror, don't you know these basic things?"

After a pause, the old witch continued.

"I checked everything on his body, especially his head. Here, I have come across many people who have been cast with the Forgetting Spell or who have lost their memories after experiencing the torture of the Unforgivable Curse, but none of them is like this gentleman."

"You mean, there is no sign that Constantine's brain was affected by any external force, and he just lost all his memories directly?" Su Ze frowned.

"Believe me, kid, I want to know what happened to him more than you do. He is like a blank sheet of paper, a newborn baby. This kind of power should not exist at all."

The old witch looked at Constantine with curiosity, just like a collector seeing a rare treasure, and she wanted to put Constantine on the operating table and study him carefully on the spot.

Noticing the other person's gaze, Su Ze couldn't help but look at Constantine.

If what the old witch said was true, then the problem might be more serious than he thought.

Constantine is now like a clone. He has no memories of his own and no impression of the past. He seems to have just been "produced" and then landed in this strange world.

"Is there no way to help him regain his memory?" Rocket Raccoon asked.

"I'm in the Magic Damage Department. If it was the wizard's magic that hurt him, then I might be able to give some useful suggestions, but now," the old witch sighed and said in a deep voice. "Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Seeing that everyone fell into silence, the old witch continued.

"I can prepare a ward for you and have him hospitalized for observation for a period of time. During this time, I will also find some wizards who specialize in this area to conduct consultations. However, I don't think it will be of much use."

Because Dumbledore wrote the letter in advance, St. Mungo's also attaches great importance to Constantine. If they can cure him, they will definitely make every effort.

However, judging from the other party's answer, this matter has obviously exceeded the capabilities of these wizard rescuers.

"Thank you, but let's not use it for now. Let's continue to think of a solution." Su Ze declined.

He knew that these wizards would most likely not do anything bad to Constantine, but even so, Su Ze didn't want to leave him here alone.

Constantine's affairs are a secret, not only to this world, but also to the Marvel Universe. If possible, Su Ze does not want Constantine's existence to be exposed.

The existence of something from another world is not easy for anyone to accept, not to mention that there are some ambitious guys in these universes. If they knew about the existence of Constantine, the problem would become even more serious.

"I tried my best." The old witch also saw what Su Ze was thinking, so she spoke apologetically. "I know, thank you for your help."

Su Ze smiled politely and then turned to look at Tonks.

"You too, Tonks, thank you for offering to lead the way for us."

"Don't be so polite. Now that we've met, we're friends. You can always contact me if you need anything in the future." Tonks waved her hand. She was still upset about not being able to cure Constantine.

After leaving St. Mungo's Hospital, another possibility was ruled out, and then a new question arose: if Constantine did not lose his memory here, what had he encountered before?

Technology is unable to detect Constantine's brain, and now magic is useless. Su Ze can't help but wonder if the direction of his investigation was wrong from the beginning.

What if Constantine himself has no memory? Or, in other words, the energy that erases his memory is much more strange and powerful than "magic".

Thinking of this, Su Ze couldn't help but recall the fire at Hogwarts.

Freely distorting reality, can ether particles do this?

For example, Constantine is dead. The real him is dead. The current Constantine is a "clone" created out of thin air by ether particles.

In a sense, it is true that Constantine at this moment is still Constantine, but he is also a new Constantine. Due to some accidents, he has not been able to regain his previous memories.

But if this is the case, then where do the ether particles come from, and who created Constantine's clone?

More and more mysteries filled Su Ze's mind, making it impossible for him to sort them out rationally, but there was one thing he could be sure of, that is, Constantine must have a strong connection with this world.

Led by Tonks, they quickly passed the back of King's Cross Station and arrived at a special location responsible for picking up and dropping off Hogwarts personnel.

Generally speaking, the Hogwarts Express runs every day. In addition to students, wizards living in Hogsmeade village also travel by this train.

But because the circumstances of Suze and the others were rather special, Tonks did not take them on the Hogwarts Express, but instead took them to several carriages that had been prepared in advance.

These carriages look very retro, dirty, and the handrails are covered with moss, which looks very weird.

In front of the carriage, four black creatures that looked like horses were shaking their heads. They were very tall, taller than ordinary horses, but their bodies were pitch black and bony. Their heads were like dragons, and they had huge bat wings on their backs, which looked very scary.

"This is the Thestral."

It was the first time that Su Ze noticed this magical creature, and he observed it curiously.

The Thestral has no pupils, and its eyes are all white. This, combined with its strange appearance, makes it look like a moving corpse.

In fact, only those who have experienced death can see the existence of magical creatures like the Thestrals. Those who have not experienced death cannot see them.

However, the people present were obviously well-informed, so everyone, including Rocket, could see the four Thestrals.

"These are the Thestrals raised in Hogwarts. Just get on the carriage and they will take you to Hogwarts. The speed is definitely faster than the train." Tonks introduced.

"Thank you, Tonks."

Suze stretched out his hand and shook Tonks's.

As the night mares began to neigh, the carriage quickly started to move. Everyone held on to the handrails and kept their center of gravity firmly on the carriage to avoid being thrown out accidentally.

Su Ze silently placed his hand on the notebook in his arms. It was not his own notebook, but the Horcrux left here by Voldemort.

'Do you think what the witch said before is right? Constantine's memory is really irrecoverable?'

Calling silently in his heart, not long after, the slightly quiet and hoarse voice of the Horcrux Voldemort sounded in Su Ze's heart.

Instead of answering Su Ze's question, he asked back.

'Who are you?'

(End of this chapter)