Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

"Ron" wanted to leave, but how could Dumbledore let him go.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore followed.

At the same time, Fox next to the old man also rushed towards him.

"Ron" gave up resistance and rushed down with all his strength.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the ground.

He raised his head and saw Dumbledore coming towards him and the beam of magic light.

Giving Dumbledore a weird smile, "Ron" suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.

And Dumbledore's curse has also arrived, hitting Ron, making it impossible for him to wake up in a short time.

Dumbledore stood in front of Ron, his face serious.

He knew that he did not stop the mysterious being who controlled Ron.

The weird smile before leaving is the best proof.

With a wave of his hand, Ron's body automatically flew to his hand.

Fawkes also hooked Dumbledore's clothes at this time.

In a flash of light, they were back at the Weasley house.

At this time, Percy had just put down the posture he had been holding.

Everyone felt bad, but George and Fred didn't leave after all. They chose to come back to help Percy.

But when they returned, Ron had left.

Therefore, when they saw Percy treating his surroundings cautiously, they subconsciously thought that Ron was still there.

In this way, the three people battled wits and courage with the air for several minutes.

Until just now, Percy couldn't help but move his body.

Then, the three of them discovered a problem.

Ron seemed to be no longer in this place, and then they were just... and this... was a bit embarrassing.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

The sharp-eyed Percy saw Dumbledore appearing in front of them at the first glance, and Ron's... corpse floating in his hand? !

"This……"

For a moment, a huge sadness filled Percy's mind.

George and Fred were also startled by Percy's voice and looked back.

The first person I saw was Ron, and then Professor Dumbledore.

But again, all they and Percy thought about was that Ron was dead.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why he was brought back like this by the professor.

Dumbledore raised his hand, temporarily arresting their sorrow and their concentration.

"Don't worry, Ron is not dead yet." Dumbledore said, waving his hand, and following his words, Ron's body automatically floated to a sofa that was still intact. "It's just that he won't wake up, at least not now."

"Professor, what does this mean?" Percy looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

At first, when Dumbledore said that Ron was not dead, Percy was ecstatic, which meant that nothing happened to his brother.

But now it seems that there seems to be something else in Professor Dumbledore's words.

"The power that controlled him caused a lot of damage to Ron's spirit." Looking at Percy, Dumbledore explained to him patiently, "Even if the power has left Ron's body , but the damage was left behind, making it impossible for Ron to wake up so easily."

This time, Percy understood.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the image of Ron in the future appeared in his mind.

"Then...is there any way to remedy it?"

When I thought about the future, Ron might lie in bed unconscious for the rest of his life, unable to do anything.

Percy felt pain in his heart like a knife.

George and Fred also looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor, you are the greatest wizard of this century. You must have a way to save Ron, right?"

"I believe there is nothing in this world that a professor cannot do. If the professor wants it, it will be easy."

The two of them talked to each other, seemingly praising Dumbledore, but in fact they hoped that Dumbledore, the legendary wizard, could really cure Ron and make Ron wake up again.

"Children, first of all, I want to thank you for your trust in me." Dumbledore was naturally very clear about George and Fred's little thoughts. He was quite emotional. This kind of brotherhood is really important in some people. Places are rare.

But he still had to crush the only glimmer of hope in their hearts, because he really couldn't do it.

"But it's a pity that even I feel very sorry for Ron's current situation."

As he spoke, Dumbledore walked towards Ron.

The Elder Wand in his hand moved with his hand.

With bursts of light, it shined on Ron's body.

Percy, George and Fred followed the old man's gesture and looked at Ron.

"Then...what should Ron...do now?"

Percy felt a little depressed in his heart. He had never hated his own powerlessness like this moment before.

George and Fred were also speechless, no longer as eloquent as they usually were, and they were no longer in the mood for fun at the moment.

In other words, when dealing with the abnormal situation that happened to Ron with Percy, they had lost their heart for fun.

Sometimes, it's just fun, but when it comes to serious matters, the two of them are still very reliable.

"Don't worry, Percy, nothing will happen to him now." Dumbledore comforted him, and then continued, "It's just that I can't do anything about what happened to Ron."

This was not something Dumbledore said just to avoid it.

But he really couldn't do it, he just felt that Ron's spirit was hurt.

But what kind of injury it is and how to treat it, he really doesn't know.

After all, there are specialties in the arts, and spirit happens to be Dumbledore's weakest aspect.

Although, his will is firm and his spirit is strong.

However, these are Dumbledore's own things, not Ron's.

"Professor, is there really nothing we can do?"

Percy continued to ask without giving up. He was really unwilling to let Ron lie on this bed for the rest of his life.

A bed is both the heart and the body.

"A way... a way!" Dumbledore walked back and forth, frowning, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"One way...perhaps, let Lockhart give it a try."

"Maybe he can help Ron."

When he said this, Dumbledore looked at Percy with a very deep look in his eyes.

He knew that Lockhart and Percy had a very good relationship. They were like teachers and friends. They both had the same characteristics in the past.

That's the desire for fame.