Lucius understood what the attending therapist meant.
Draco is physically fine; his biggest problem is that he can't forget those terrible memories.
The Memory Charm can help him, but using it too often will cause greater side effects, such as memory loss, slow reaction, and forgetfulness.
But it's unrealistic to erase an entire memory; he'll always suddenly remember it someday.
Before leaving, Smesek suggested that Lucius transfer Draco to the Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor, where there were healers who specialized in treating those with severe mental trauma, and perhaps they could find a way to alleviate the damage.
Lucius bid farewell to the two healers and returned to the Malfoy Manor with his wife Narcissa.
Should I switch to the Spell Damage Department?
Those mentally ill patients were not normal people at all. A considerable number of them had been driven insane by the Death Eaters' Cruciatus Curse, and there were even several Muggle.
Should Draco be transferred there for treatment? How would the outside world view the noble Malfoy Family? Lucius could already imagine the ugly faces of some people.
"Phew—" He frowned and carried Narcissa back to the bedroom, then went alone to the wine cellar to get a bottle of red wine.
He walked out of the manor, gazing at the magnificent courtyard that had been magically illuminated; his back view appeared somewhat lonely and desolate.
He walked into the courtyard and sat on a bench.
The corks of the Malfoy Family's prized red wine were roughly pulled out, and the wood chips scattered from its age fell into the jewel-like liquid inside.
Lucius was a smart man; he knew there was something fishy going on when the four Champion were chosen from the Goblet of Fire.
I thought it was just targeting Harry, but I didn't expect it would involve the other three Champion. It's clear they want to turn the Triwizard Tournament into Triwizard Tournament.
He raised the bottle and drank the red wine in a very inelegant manner, completely unconcerned about the sawdust that had fallen in.
"Hey—it's you, you're back, you're finally back..."
Just a second ago he was muttering to himself, but suddenly he threw the wine bottle in his hand at the few precious plants in front of him.
The bottle is of good quality and was not broken.
The wine, which faintly shimmered like gemstones, was splashed onto the precious plants. One of the brightly colored violets quickly faded after touching the wine, and all its petals turned a monotonous gray.
There's no point in deceiving yourself; Voldemort's return is an undeniable fact.
He rescued Peter Pettigrew from his execution, attacked the camp during the World Cup, made Harry Potter a Champion, and turned the Triwizard Tournament into Triwizard Tournament.
Lucius actually knew he was back a long time ago, but he just couldn't believe it was real until now.
He staggered to his feet and turned back to look at the Malfoy Manor place with a history spanning nearly a thousand years, with an extremely complex gaze.
He had long ago discarded the diary that symbolized the highest honor of the Death Eaters. Could Draco's injuries today be his just deserts?
"Heh—hahaha—"
Maniacal laughter echoed through the exceptionally ornate courtyard, making Lucius's long, disheveled platinum-blonde hair appear even more disheveled.
After daybreak, the Daily Prophet, the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, admitted that a serious accident had occurred during yesterday's Triwizard Tournament.
The front page featured a sincere apology letter signed by Cornelius Fudge, then Minister for British Ministry of Magic.
He was extremely annoyed that he hadn't told the Champion beforehand not to provoke the fire dragon, and promised to be extra cautious in future projects to ensure that a similar incident would not happen again.
The Ministry of Magic, as always, chose to bury its head in the sand, but this time at least they didn't "condemn" the Champion, probably because it involved international diplomatic issues and they toned it down a bit.
The next page is about the progress of the investigation into yesterday's incident, and it discloses some unusual issues with the four fire dragons.
For example, taking large amounts of Sleeping Draught before the competition made them more easily angered; another example is that some restrictions were placed on the fire dragons for the safety of the competition, but they did not expect that they would conflict with the Champion's spells, ultimately causing the fire dragons to go berserk and causing the three Champion to be seriously injured.
Revealing the fact that the dragon was cursed would only make public opinion worse, so the Ministry of Magic's choice to conceal it is understandable.
The following sections are all about the Champion, including interviews with the warriors themselves, as well as interviews with their families and classmates.
However, most of the content is related to Harry; the other three Champion combined don't even get half the length of his story.
Avoiding the main issue is a fundamental principle of journalism, and the Triwizard Tournament has precedents of Champion dying. Focusing on Harry, the only one to successfully take the Golden Egg and obtain a clue to the Second Task, is clearly the best choice.
Sirius Black, his godfather, was the first person interviewed.
Vincent, sitting at the Gryffindor table, closed his newspaper, picked up his spoon, and drank the last mouthful of oatmeal.
Over the years, the Ministry of Magic's response strategy has never disappointed him.
If it were Muggle government with a multi-party system, they wouldn't dare to act so recklessly.
After the morning classes ended, Vincent and his friends went to the Hospital Wing to visit Phoebe.
Madam Pomfrey was very skilled; her burned arm had mostly healed, though the new skin was still pink and a little wrinkled.
This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for a girl who loves beauty. Even though she knew it would eventually get better, she still couldn't accept her ugly arm.
Viktor Krum, lying on the next bed, seemed even more agitated, as if he wanted to get up or say something.
His injuries were far more severe than Phoebe's; his entire body was burned, and he was wrapped in magical bandages like a mummy, with only his eyes and trembling lips showing.
Judging from his perfectly rounded forehead, it's highly likely that his thick head of black hair is gone.
The twins had intended to go and see what he was up to, but Karkaroff suddenly walked into the Hospital Wing without a word and took him away.
"Oh ho~" George grinned mischievously and nudged Vincent with his elbow. "Dude, looks like your number one rival hasn't given up yet."
Fred elbowed the other man, "Tsk tsk tsk—he couldn't move or speak, and he was still looking at your girlfriend with reluctance as he was being carried away~"
Vincent knew they were joking.
Ever since they learned that Viktor Krum had a crush on Hermione, everyone's attitude towards the World's Number One Seeker has changed.
Especially with twins, the initial admiration and worship turned into contempt.
Perhaps in their eyes, even Viktor Krum accidentally glancing at Hermione was a crime.
While the twins' hostility towards him was certainly brotherly, building one's happiness on the suffering of others...
Vincent shrugged nonchalantly, "She didn't do anything outrageous. Besides, it's normal to have rivals, isn't it? My girlfriend is just so outstanding."
"Oh my~" The twins grinned mischievously as they approached Hermione was sitting next to Phoebe's hospital bed.
"Oh my, is our Gryffindor Big Sister Head blushing?"
"Her face is so red, she must be shy~"
After a few lighthearted banter, Madam Pomfrey walked over with a dark expression.
"The Hospital Wing is a place for patients to rest. If you continue to make loud noise, I will prohibit your visits."
The twins sat on the hospital bed that originally belonged to Viktor Krum, their mouths agape, looking extremely aggrieved.