"I met someone, probably about a year before the war broke out. I was a psychiatrist. That year, I took sixteen of the most stubborn patients in the hospital to Europe to try the latest treatments there, and one of them claimed to be a wizard."
In a pub in London, a bald Englishman was speaking with a thick-haired German.
"Wizards can get caught by mental hospitals?"
"I thought they couldn't, too. Before that, I didn't even know magic existed." The bald man adjusted his glasses and said to the wizard investigator in front of him, "Perhaps he lost his wand in some accident. I heard most wizards can't do magic after losing their wands. Perhaps the wand is your true body, isn't it?"
He shrugged, thought for a moment, and said, "He was the first patient I'd encountered in all my years of practice who was normal in every respect, yet whom I diagnosed with hysteria. He also constantly reminded me that, in medicine, I could not decide a patient's fate based on my own experience. Later, he made great contributions in Berlin and was even on the cover of The Quibbler. His name was Barry Goshawk."
After hearing that name, the investigator opposite him took on a strange expression. He stroked the Deathly Hallows locket on his chest and looked as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing... Please continue."
"My experience tells me you're very anxious right now. You know him, so what I said embarrassed you, is that it?" Dr. Jack, now a middle-aged man, smiled. "What I'm going to talk about now is another matter. When we were about to arrive in Poland, he disappeared. Someone rescued him."
"Is it possible... he ran away on his own? After all, Barry is