"Yes!"
After some hesitation, Harry managed to say the word. He didn't think he was lying. A doctor's feelings for a patient weren't friendship, after all!
Lockhart nearly jumped for joy at Harry's answer. "Bearded Man, I'll argue with you about renewing my teaching position later. Right now, I have a matter of the heart to settle!"
"Go on, then. Don't let your condition get any worse. Sear, Potter, take Gilderoy there!"
"Yes, Headmaster!"
In truth, even if the Show-Off hadn't suffered the backlash of a Memory Charm, his memories wouldn't have lasted. The Memory Wraith was still around!
Hospital Wing, private room!
After changing into a hospital gown, Lockhart tossed and turned on the bed. Harry fetched him water, massaged his shoulders, and peeled him an apple, gritting his teeth as he carried out the task Luo Bin had given him before leaving: "Soothe the man overcome by his urge to find a mate."
As for Luo Bin, he had gone to warn Madam Pomfrey what to expect.
Just as a sweat-soaked Harry was about to hurl the apple at Lockhart's head, an elegant, gentle voice came from outside the door.
"Luo Bin! It's Luo Bin! You're finally back!"
"Oh, Sear, don't worry. I have a method that works wonders on patients with amnesia who've gone mad!"
Harry was about to rush over and open the door when Lockhart grabbed his arm.
"Don't move. Let me!"
Ahem! Ahem!
Lockhart cleared his throat, wet his palm, smoothed his hair, straightened his clothes, and opened the door with a swagger.
"Beautiful Madam Pomfrey, might you have time this evening to dine with the dashing Gilderoy Lockhart and perhaps dance a waltz afterward? Though I've lost my memory, I'm one hundred percent certain no one can match my dancing. And after the