The first rally at the Magic Wen Club ended like this. The little wizards came out one after another, with excited silence on their faces. They walked a distance, and the discussion burst out like a surging tide.

“That’s so wonderful!”

"Did you see the flame? It's like a toy in Professor Hayp's hand!"

"Spell casting instinct..."

"I don't know what the next gathering will be?"

Harry and Ron stood in the corridor, Hermione stayed to ask for a few questions, and after five minutes, she finally showed up.

"I asked a small question about Professor Lupin." Hermione seemed relieved and seemed to solve a question that had been buried in her heart for a long time, "Professor Hayp knew it."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Oh, I promised the professor not to speak out." Hermione paused, "to avoid unnecessary controversy."

It seemed that Harry and Ron were even more curious, but Hermione quickly mentioned another thing, "Professor Hepp recommended me a series of books, which is very useful for our duel study group."

"One set?" Ron smacked his tongue.

"The Magic of Chawick is a teaching book written by Chawick Butt, one of the founders of the Ifamoni School of Magic in the United States. We can read it together with the textbook of the Dark Magic Defense Class "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide". In addition, "Practical Defense Magic and its Restraint on Dark Magic" is also very good, and "Curse and Anti-Curse" written by Wendick Winredian..."

Hermione said with some regret, "I shouldn't have wasted my time reading some miscellaneous books before."

Harry recalled, "It was the book that was corrupt, evil..."

"It's "The Wolf Who Crushes the Law and the Law: Why Are Werewolfs Not Deserving"," Hermione said a long title in one breath, "The book claims that the werewolfs are all a group of morally corrupt and cannot be judged."

"It sounds a bit subjective, maybe there are good ones among the werewolfs," Ron shrugged, "but Hermione and Professor Lupin have canceled their paper on werewolfs."

"I know, I just"

A cold wind gushed into the corridor, "Let's go back to the lounge quickly, I'm going to be frozen." Ron said, and they left as they discussed and left.

In the classroom, the firewood in the fireplace burned to the end, struggled for a few times, and finally went out.

Felix stretched out his right hand, and the little snake in the air suddenly fell down, shrinking continuously, and finally condensed into an webutive snake ring on his little finger of his right hand. He looked at it calmly, then shaking his fingers, the little snake swam, entrenched together, and turned into a coin again.

"So that's what you mean, Severus." Felix said softly. Snape gave a few black magic defense classes during Lupin's "sickness", and ignored the students' learning progress and taught the werewolf a chapter in advance. He originally thought it was just used to disgust Lupin.

But now it seems that Snape should expect a young wizard to discover Lupin's werewolf identity and naturally drive him out of school.

"What a pity, professor, only Miss Granger has done her homework seriously."

...

Back in the office, Felix read today's "Prophet Evening News". On the secondary page, he saw an article published by a retired old therapist St. Mungo, who claimed to be a retired one, mentioned his previous fishing paper.

‘In terms of theory, I can’t find any problems. Mr. Felix Hepp’s understanding of memory magic is amazing. I look forward to more theoretical research and experimental data appearing. In my opinion, there are more than two real problems. Here are my views

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At the end of the writing, I hope to meet Mr. Heip, if his theory becomes reality, it will benefit countless wizards who are troubled by memory damage, but I also want to point out that this process will be very difficult, and I hope to live and see this day coming...'

"A weighty therapist has finally come." Felix said happily, many of the views in the article coincided with him, but he did not reveal them.

As early as half a month ago, some criticisms appeared one after another, trying to point out the errors of Felix's theory, but they probably didn't even have the threshold for memory magic. The views they expressed were very naive and were refuted by Felix one by one.

But this time it was different. With Rita Skitter informing him in advance, he could easily know the identity of the old therapist Dorothea Poham.

She is the former director of the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, and has achieved remarkable results in many treatment areas. Her surname is "Boham", and the surname Mungo Poham who founded St. Mungo.

She was nominated as dean twice, but when she was nominated for the first time, she insisted on refusing to give up her front-line treatment work and politely declined the position of dean.

After twenty years, her prestige was so high that she brought more than half of the therapists. She had to quit the name of Dean St. Mungo, but until she retired, she did not completely give up on the treatment of patients.

"This is a respected therapist, and I must be cautious in my reply."

Felix read her article again, smiled slightly, and took out a quill.

In the following week, Felix communicated with the self-proclaimed "retired old therapist", and he also revealed more content bit by bit. Soon, their discussion attracted many top treatment experts.

The name Felix Hepp also has considerable attention among the therapists.

On the weekend, St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital.

Felix met Dorothea Poham, surrounded by a group of therapists. The woman was old and covered with wrinkles on her face, but her eyes were bright.

Back at the hospital, she changed into treatment clothes for herself.

"Mr. Hepp, it's not easy to see you." Dorothea said with a smile, her teeth almost lost.

"Ms. Boham, it's good to communicate by letter, isn't it?"

Dorothea said kindly: "I know you are a professor at Hogwarts. You are very busy with work. Using letters is indeed a good idea... Tell me quickly, how did you solve those problems? I have a headache thinking recently."

Felix knew that he had already known about secretly treating Longbottom and his wife. He had expected it and even planned the progress of the matter.

Looking at the healer around him, he had no intention of causing trouble for him at all.

Even if there is, he can only hold it in his heart. In the past, he has added the title of "Memory Magic Expert". If Longbottoms fully recovered, he will be the indisputable "Memory Magic Master" and the most outstanding memory injury therapist in contemporary times, no doubt.

Felix smiled and said, "Ms. Hambolm, it's a long story. Let's take a look at the situation of the Longbottoms first."

"It's good, it's better to cure the patient no matter how much I say. I've seen the Longbaton couple's condition, and their condition has improved a lot!"

The Genas Sichi ward on the fifth floor is always locked, and most of the patients inside cause lasting spell damage. The therapist of this ward, Mellem, opened the ward while chanting "Arahoe Hole Opening".

Felix and a group of therapists came to the Longbottoms' bed, "Frank, Alice." He greeted.

Longbottoms were playing a rope-turning game. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at him.

Frank muttered, no one heard it clearly, but it was already exciting enough.

In the blink of an eye, Felix pulled the two closer together to the Thinking Hut. In the world of thinking, opposite him were two things that looked like foundations, and also like broken libraries.

There are rows of bookshelves on the ground, with some books scattered in them, some of which are still incomplete.

‘It’s another day of hard work.’ Felix thought to himself that pieced together memory is easy to say, but it’s quite boring to do.

A group of therapists from the outside world looked at him blankly. Felix snapped his fingers, and the Longbottoms became dull, and then the three of them remained motionless.

"Mr. Happ?" A young therapist tried to pat Felix on the shoulder. Mrs. Longbottom said sternly, "Don't touch him!" But the next second, the therapist was bounced away by a light, flew out more than ten meters to hit the wall.

"August! Oh my god! Are you okay?" Mellim walked over and patted the reckless doctor's head, turned around and said to everyone, "I fainted."

"Melim, Lao Jia, take him away."

The old woman Longbottom said angrily: "This is why I don't want to tell you in advance!" She looked at Felix and her son and daughter-in-law carefully. They did not react at all abnormally, and she felt a little relieved.

Dorothea Poham said apologetically: "Sorry, Mrs. Longbottom." She turned her head and looked at the current dean of St. Mungo, "I don't know how the therapists can make such a low-level mistake?"

The current dean said awkwardly: "This is an accident. August is... lively by nature and has many novel ideas, but this time he is really too reckless and shouldn't... I will criticize him severely."

Dorothea Poham nodded majesticly. The current dean was her student, who was taught step by step forty years ago. She looked around and said, "Don't disturb Mr. Hepp in any way, do you understand?"

St. Mungo's therapist nodded submissively.

There were no accidents in the following treatment.

In fact, Felix was completely aware of what was happening outside. He could have ignored it, but he thought he still had to do something. There were already a few hidden magic tricks to investigate him just now. Can he just detect it?

So he deliberately activated a protective magic item...

After this episode, Felix put his attention back to the thinking room. Today's treatment went very smoothly. Even when he pieced together his memories and condensed them into a book, there were already spontaneously attracting light and blending into the bookshelf.

‘Maybe one or two more treatments will inspire their self-healing ability.’ Felix thought.
Chapter completed!