"Okay, it's rare for someone to ask me such a professional question at this time." Moffitt pulled two visiting chairs from the corner of the ward.
"Strictly speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom's behavior cannot be regarded as a disease, but a self-defense function of the body. You should know what they have experienced, right?"
"Cruciatus Curse."
Moffitt nodded. "And it was Cruciatus Curse that was created by the extremely evil Death Eater. The pain that Cruciatus Curse inflicts on the human body cannot be controlled by the hormones secreted by the human body itself."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Kayson with a strange expression.
"I don't care about these details. After I graduated from Hogwarts, I also studied medicine at Muggle's University of Manchester."
"Oh! Alumni! Alumni!"
"No such fuss, all England wizards are alumni... wait a minute..."
"That's right, I'm talking about Manchester's alumni."
"Oh! Nice to meet you. I didn't expect that you are studying..."
"Civil Engineering."
The man immediately exchanged eager polite remarks before getting back to business.
"This kind of painful memory can be said to be almost the kind that once the pain is recalled, the brain will recall the pain with empathy, you know, just like... Do you know the sequelae of war?"
"Generally, there are two directions for victims. Perhaps the more extreme ones will pull out their magic wands and kill, and the quieter ones, like Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom."
"Do they have any... well, physical problems."
Moffitt shook his head. "Cruciatus Curse will not damage the body. Strictly speaking, it will not damage the soul. It will only make the soul feel pain. That's why I don't think this situation is a disease. Because of this, I don't know how to start."
"In other words, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom is like this just because of a horrible memory? Can this memory be deleted?" Kayson asked.
Moffitt took out his magic wand and drew a line out of thin air.
"Let me explain to you, ordinary memories are physiological memories, they will only be recorded in the brain, and the pain caused by Cruciatus Curse is a memory belonging to the soul."
"Look at this line as a wave of the patient's memory. If it is physiological, then this memory will only leave traces at one point on the memory line."
"As for the soul, there is a thick layer of haze covering the entire memory line. To be honest, with this level of memory problems, the average Obliviate should be unable to do anything. To be honest, I doubt that even Dumbledore or Obliviate has such high attainments."
Kayson raised his head and looked at the ceiling... He thought of a person... a person he had never looked down upon before, and at this moment...
"If a person can realize that he has been released from Confundus Charm, and through Obliviate, he can forget the impact of Confundus Charm on him, then can he be qualified for this arduous task?"
Moffitt shook his head. "Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for anyone in this world to be able to create Memory Charm to that extent, and it is unknown whether Memory Charm can do it like this."
"Oh. Not really. You know, Hogwarts is a place that has a certain reputation. It's definitely not an exaggeration to say it's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
"What do you mean?"
Kayson shrugged and said a few polite words to Moffitt before disappearing.
On the other side, Hogwarts...
Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Coming, coming!"
Kayson stood outside the door and heard the sound from far to near inside the door. Soon the door opened, and Lockhart's bright smile reflected on Kayson's monocle.
"Hello." He said with a smile.
And Lockhart also smiled politely... well, a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Professor Kayson, I remember that I have never offended you recently. I... what did I do wrong?"
"You did nothing wrong. I just want to ask, did you really use Obliviate to get rid of Confundus Charm's influence on you?" Kayson leaned against the door frame to prevent Lockhart from closing the door.
"Memory Charm...Professor Kayson I tell you frankly that many of the stories in my book are false. This is Memory Charm. This is really true. This is the only spell I specialize in."
"Just tell me if you can do it?"
"I can."
Kayson nodded. "Now there is a chance to save the little wizard's broken family. Will you come?"
Lockhart shook his head.
"Don't you like fame? You also said that your stories are all fake. What's the use of the fake fame you get from making up stories? As long as your Memory Charm works this time, I guarantee that your contribution this time will allow you to escape Azkaban!"
"What kind of activity to save the little wizard requires the use of Memory Charm?"
"I'm not a professional in this area. I can assure you that there is absolutely no danger this time. If there is really a danger, how about I help you deal with it?"
"I think the danger closest to me... you can't avoid it, and you won't know how to avoid it." Lockhart looked at Kayson and said quietly.
"You help me this time, and I promise not to trouble you again."
"... I can't refuse."
"This is your freedom." Kayson replied.
And Lockhart heard a different meaning from Kayson's answer, for example, rejection is one's own freedom.
And getting a good beating here is also Kayson's freedom.
"...Okay."
In the evening, Kayson, Lockhart and Mrs. Longbottom came to St Mungo's again.
"So...Professor Kayson, if you have enchanted book therapy, I will definitely let you try it yourself. If something goes wrong, I won't have any problem. Is it him? This liar?" Moffitt looked at Lockhart with contempt and said.
"Um... I'll take the liberty to ask... when did you know that I am Kayson Heath."
"... Don't you know how famous your own name is now? Since the advent of your enchanted book therapy, those predecessors Werewolf have gone crazy and printed your photos and praises for you in every corner of the wizard."
"On average, you have to gather a crowd and beat up 2.5 wizards who make rude remarks to you every day. It's difficult to deal with this kind of situation." Moffitt spread his hands and said.
"... This is definitely not what I ordered. I don't even know about it."
"Well, I understand that, but you still want to use this liar?"
Kayson shrugged. "There are specialties in the art industry. If it is Memory Charm, maybe Dumbledore is not as good as him."
"The situation can't get worse anyway." Old Mrs. Longbottom said.
Moffitt pondered for a moment and nodded, "Don't do anything unnecessary if you are not sure. I don't want to make the situation worse."
Lockhart nodded and entered the ward.
In the evening, Hogwarts Castle.
"Neville will have an unforgettable Christmas this year."
"Well... thank you, Professor Kayson."
"Thank me for what?"
"... Maybe... it showed me another way." Lockhart replied.
Asking for gifts, friends