After that, he walked out of the room and headed towards the sickrooms he asked about. Along the way, he was carrying a basket of fruits. It was obvious that he was here to visit the patients. Furthermore, he was a young man, so no one suspected anything. He first came to the door of a room that looked like an intensive care unit. He looked inside and saw a group of healing wizards in green robes walking back and forth with a notebook in their hands. They were scribbling back and forth, probably recording the patient's condition. The others were waving their wands, which meant that they were treating the patient."
"I'm sorry I can't help you," Draco thought as he looked outside and mourned for the innocent fairy who had been implicated. "I'll avenge you," he vowed. But if he really wanted to avenge him, he would be the main culprit of this farce. He walked to the end of the corridor and, from time to time, heard painful howls and groans coming from the rooms he passed. Stopping at the last door, he gently knocked a few times before pushing it open with force.
"Long time no see, Mister Ring," Draco said with a smile as he entered the room and saw the fairy lying on the bed. Luckily, he was not asleep, or Draco might have had to use some "special" methods to wake him up. On the bed, Ring was reading a book with blue and black covers. Draco glanced at it and saw that the title was written in a flamboyant style, but he didn't recognize the language, which he guessed was unique to fairies. Ring, who was deeply engrossed in his book, was startled by the greeting and looked up at Draco with his dark eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Ring asked, his voice filled with anticipation and fear. "Aren't you afraid that Gringotts will suspect us?" He tried to sound serious and nervous. These days, he might look like a brave hero, but only he knew the torment in his heart. In order to complete this boy's mission, he had betrayed Gringotts and almost caused the death of his colleague. The colleague he saved out of guilt actually won him a good reputation.
In these few days, Ring had only one dream: the Ministry of Magic sent an Auror to capture him and interrogate him with Mind Extraction and Truth Serum. After confessing everything, he didn't know what happened to Draco in the end, but in his dream, he was thrown into a dark and damp island prison where he could never feel happiness – Azkaban. He felt a trace of regret. The fear he imagined had tortured him to the point of a mental breakdown. His only solace was the Fairy's books, which temporarily allowed him to forget his troubles. He was unable to move from the sickbed.
[The Autobiography of King Legnak I] – this was his way of numbing himself. He wanted to experience the glory of the fairy race's hero through books, to see a legendary fairy who was not only a master blacksmith but also not inferior to any wizard in terms of magical attainment. The more outstanding Legnak's achievements were, the more he could convince himself that he had sacrificed himself for the glory of the fairies.
After hypnotizing himself to a certain extent, he realized he didn't receive any rewards for his foolish actions and couldn't help but resent Draco, afraid he would go back on his word. However, when Draco stood in front of him, he was suddenly speechless, overwhelmed by the fear of the truth being discovered. Whether it was Muggle Magi or Fairies, their behavior after committing a crime was worthy of in-depth research. Some of them trembled in fear, as if they were treading on thin ice, living their days in fear. Others boasted that their methods were flawless and could escape the punishment of the law.
Regardless, the human heart was complicated, as were the fairies. When Draco said a few words, the flames of greed in Ring's eyes flared up again. Draco said, "Our meeting this time was ordered by the president. He asked you to keep your mouth shut about this time and then you'll get what you deserve. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come in just now. You should know that you're under house arrest to avoid talking nonsense outside." Ring's expression changed when he heard this. "The president's hush money is his hush money. Now it's time to fulfill the agreement between us," Draco scrutinized Ring with his grey eyes. Ring couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, as if he was being stared at by a dormant beast. But when he heard about fulfilling the agreement, his expression returned to normal.
"Where's the sword?" Ring couldn't suppress his emotions any longer and asked Draco for the reward he "deserved". His huge eyes rolled around as he sized Draco up. "Of course, the Draco's are the most trustworthy," Draco nodded, adding in his heart, "As if." "Where's the sword?" Ring's expression suddenly became ferocious. Other than the unremarkable fruit basket, there was nothing around him that could contain the long sword. This cunning liar could be tricking him! "My dear friend, you seem to have forgotten about the Traceless Stretching Spell," Draco looked at Ring with amusement and then said in a comforting tone.
Then, Draco slowly pulled out the sword that symbolized Gryffindor's courage. The sword, hidden in the fruit basket, was slowly revealed and finally completely exposed to the two of them. The sword was abnormally eye-catching in the dim light of the ward, its gleaming silver light like the most fatal and tempting poison to fairies obsessed with smithing. Ring immediately snatched the sword away, and Draco didn't stop him. Ring placed the sword in his arms and gently caressed it as if it were his lover, his eyes filled with intoxication. The huge ruby on the hilt and the various strange patterns beside it made him unable to extricate himself. The skills of the fairies' smithing master fascinated him.
He had already paid a huge price for this, and now it was time for him to reap the rewards. "However, Mr. Ring, I have to remind you of something," Draco "kindly" gave his suggestion. "You don't have to say anything. I know you definitely didn't get this sword through proper channels. I'll be very careful and hide it well so no one finds it," Ring didn't notice the abnormality in Draco's tone. "No, no, no, that's not what I want to say," Draco shook his head imperceptibly, but his attention was completely focused on the sword. He subconsciously asked, "What's that?" He, who had obtained the sword, didn't think this might be a bait to divert his attention. "In terms of setting, I am a villain," Draco said faintly.
Draco said faintly, his wand already aimed at the intoxicated sprite. ""Obliviate"!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Ring , who was originally sitting on the bed, collided head-on with a white light that resembled a shooting star. Then, with a look of disbelief and deep unwillingness in his eyes, he fell stiffly to the ground, his not-so-wide palm still tightly gripping the treasured sword that he had painstakingly "possessed."
"Arresto Momentum!" Draco waved his wand again, not wanting to pry open the fairy's fingers one by one. It was obvious someone had gone back on his word. The transaction between the fairies was not a transaction, but a lease. In that case, let this loan period be extended indefinitely. Draco had destroyed Hufflepuff's golden cup, protected Gryffindor's sword, and became a contractor who owed the workers their wages. He had completed a small part of his plan.
"Actually, coveting something that does not belong to you will bring trouble to yourself," Draco looked at the unconscious Ring and shook his head. In fact, this could be considered saving his life. If things had gone according to the original plan, not long after he had obtained the sword, he would have been struck by the enraged Voldemort's green light.
He just didn't know what kind of sparks this fairy would create with a dying man. Ring didn't notice that from the first time they met, he had been falling into Draco's trap step by step. This trap was not very exquisite and could even be said to be crude, but it was surprisingly effective. That was the power of the word "greed." As long as a person lost their cool, they would believe any lie or promise full of loopholes without any reason. Or perhaps a certain person's mental suggestion and charm magic had to be added. Mental suggestion didn't belong to the category of magic, and charm magic only evoked a person's various emotions. Hence, when Ring passed through the waterfall, he didn't feel anything strange.
No matter how he was tempted or guided, the person who made this decision was still himself. This was fundamentally different from the Soul Seizing Curse. In the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Patients, the places that should be noisy were still noisy. Cries, groans, and cries of pain could be heard in many places. However, the soundproof wards that required silence were silent. Even if a silver needle fell, it could be heard. The healers were still doing their jobs diligently. The doctor named Augustus was still being scolded by his superior. Everything seemed normal. No one noticed that the memory of a fairy patient on the fifth floor had been tampered with.
"Lockhart! You actually dared to trick a fairy?" Ring didn't faint for long.After all, this was not a sleeping spell. The first thing he said when he woke up was to curse with his teeth clenched.
After all, the structure of a fairy was different from that of a human. Perhaps because of his obsession with the sword, even magic couldn't be completely effective. Hence, Draco gave him a very good target to vent his anger on. It was better to block it than to let it go. The safest way was to divert the trouble. The poor idiot professor didn't know he had suddenly gained a new trouble.
"Hmm? What is this?" A female wizard in a green robe walked past a ward and suddenly felt the soles of her feet trip. Her identity might be similar to that of a nurse in a muggle hospital because the pattern on her green robe was slightly different from other doctors. It was lighter and simpler. In fact, she was just assisting in the daily care and recuperation of some patients. Similar to a nurse, she was proficient in some mental magic that could soothe manic patients, which allowed her to successfully stay in this hospital.
She frowned slightly as she almost fell, but then relaxed. A beautifully packaged high-end fruit basket was lying quietly outside the ward. This should be the "culprit"."Which family member doesn't go in to visit the patient personally? Aren't they afraid that it will be taken away by others? " She was a little puzzled because this fruit basket looked expensive. The various fruits inside were giving off a sweet and fragrant smell. There were all kinds of people in the hospital, so it was reasonable for someone to steal it when it was placed outside the door.A piece of paper suddenly appeared in front of her. There were only a few words on it, forming a sentence without a name. She read out the sentence in a low voice, "I hope our hero can recover soon. Walk out of the nightmare. "The lady in the green robe looked up at the ward number. "Ward 49." This was also the ward she had taken over today. She had forgotten the name of the person in this ward, but she vaguely remembered the surname."Longbottom." The woman patted her head and remembered the patient's surname. "Is the patient in this ward still a hero?" She thought silently, then decided to treat the patient more seriously.Under the night sky, everything was normal in St. Mungo Magic Hospital.