Professor George Finn's words left Voldemort frozen in place.
"Black Dog?"
His thoughts locked onto those words, unable to break free of them for a long time.
He turned to look at Hodor and saw him tilting his head at Professor George Finn.
Clearly, this somewhat intelligent Dementor couldn't figure out what he had to do with a black dog.
"Professor Finn, could you repeat what you just said?" Voldemort asked.
"Which part?" Professor George Finn asked, puzzled.
"The part about Churchill," Voldemort said.
"Oh, that was one of his famous quotes: 'Depression is like a black dog. Whenever it gets the chance, it bites me and won't let go.'" Professor George Finn said. "He suffered from depression for most of his life."
"The black dog he spoke of represented depression?" Voldemort asked.
"Of course. I've seen countless patients like that, Mr. Voldemort. It's a mental illness that causes immense psychological harm."
Professor George Finn shook his head in anguish. "But I've never truly understood their suffering before. I think this experience will help me treat them in the future."
"Depression... What kind of emotion is it?" Voldemort asked.
"Pain, pessimism, and a weariness of life." Professor George Finn shook his head. "In short, all kinds of negative emotions come flooding in, one after another, when you're depressed."
"Negative emotions?"
Voldemort murmured, but his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.
"There must be a way to resist it, right?" Seeing that Voldemort seemed distracted, Lucius took the initiative and asked.
"There are some drugs that suppress emotions, but they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Matters of the mind are always exceptionally complicated."
After Professor George Finn finished speaking, he quickly added, "Could you please make him leave me alone? I don't think I can take much more of