My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Do you know this person? Mr. Williams."

　　 "I haven't heard of it." Nelson shook his head, looking helpless.

　　 "To be honest, I feel he has hysteria, but he believes too much in his imagination, so we will analyze that he seems to be normal." The bald young man stretched out his hand, "By the way, my name is Jack."

　　 "I saw it, Dr. Jack." Nelson waved his business card and held Dr. Jack's hand. "After all, there is no magic in the world, right?"

　　 "Maybe," Dr. Jack said with a chuckle, "We can't say that things we haven't seen don't exist, can we?"

　　 "That's true." Nelson nodded, "If one day you find that magic really exists, then you have to apologize to that sick number."

　　 "This is probably a medical accident."

　　 The two talked very happily. After drinking and eating, Dr. Jack saw that Nelson was very interested in his group of patients, so he suggested that they should go see it together.

　　 "Is this appropriate?" Nelson politely declined, "Doesn't you treat the patients like...visiting them with little respect?"

　　 "No." Dr. Jack drank a little wine and held his arm enthusiastically, "If normal people communicate with them more, maybe they will get better?"

　　 Nelson was a little moved, half-pushing and half-down, the two went to the large room on the lower deck, which was converted from a letter warehouse.

"Wait later, go in and be careful." Doctor Jack took out the key and slowly pushed open the iron door, while exhorting, "Although they are all of the type that won't hurt others, when will they be crazy? ."

　　 "Hmm." Nelson nodded, followed Doctor Jack into the room, and replied, "After all, even so-called normal people sometimes do incredible things."

　　 "Or you can see more transparently." Doctor Jack nodded approvingly, but found that Nelson ignored him——

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the man. A man with a beard and a sick gown was sitting on the innermost bed waving his arms, as if he was practicing some movements. He did it over and over again, with fine drops of sweat falling on his forehead. It was the action of the lock-opening curse. Although there was no magical movement, Nelson stared at him closely. He smelled the same smell, and the patient must be a wizard.

"Oh? Mr. Williams, is your magic really famous. It's called the'special eye curse'?" Dr. Jack followed Nelson's gaze and said in surprise, "That one is what I told you. , Delusional to be a sorcerer's patient."

"I guess it's him. He looks like he is performing some magic." Nelson nodded, just to meet the patient's raised eyes when he heard the word "magic". Nelson nodded at the man, but he attracted him. Suddenly became excited.

　　 "Are you here to save me!" The man sat on the bed struggling hard, shouting heartbreakingly, "You are a wizard, right! Help me! I'm really not mentally ill!"

　　 He waved his arms on the bed as if he was about to drown, and the iron bed was shaken to fall apart, and he groaned crunchingly.

With the "morbidity" of the "magic" in the distance, all the patients in the room became restless. Except for a few patients who were lying motionless in the bed, others bounced up from the bed one after another. Some people Waving his arms to simulate the flight of a bird, his mouth still made the "quack" sound of wild ducks. Someone slapped the bed like a backstroke on the water. Nelson also saw a big dark-skinned man putting a pillow on his head. Yelled: "I'm white, I'm just getting tanned! I'm not a slave!"

Nelson noticed that although the patients seemed to be able to move freely, their freedom was limited to the upper body, including the torso and mind. Their legs were tightly bound to the bed by the restraint clothes, and the special gloves on their hands also allowed them. Unable to take off his pants calmly and escape.

Seeing such a scene, Dr. Jack felt a little embarrassed. He slapped the iron gate hard and yelled at the sick patients. He seemed to have accumulated prestige for a long time. Under his gaze, the patients calmed down. Only the flying and The "magic" is still moving.

　　 Hearing the movement, several strong male nurses in nurse uniforms rushed in and quickly held down the two patients.

　　 "Doctor Jack, how do you deal with them?" The head nurse who looked like Schwarzenegger walked up to Doctor Jack and asked in a deep voice, his voice also very similar to Schwarzenegger.

　　 "Uh... you go out first, I have guests here."

　　 After that, Dr. Jack took Nelson to the hospital bed.

"This is 19340201. He traveled to the United States and was arrested as a black slave because it was too dark. I heard that he was tortured. Hey." The two passed by the first patient. Dr. Jack introduced, "This is for him It left an indelible psychological shadow...I don’t know how the Americans treat their slaves, driving a person crazy. Seriously, when I first saw him, I really thought he was a black man. ."

　　 "I served as a soldier in North Africa! I tanned there!" 19340201 showed his eyes from under the pillow and said grievously.

　　 "Okay, well, I see." Doctor Jack touched his head, "I'm bringing an expert over for a consultation, you can sleep peacefully for a while."

　　 "He may be traumatized after the war." Nelson began to point the country.

"What is the trauma after the war?" Dr. Jack said with a curl of his lips and disdain. "Their troops entered the Sahara Desert and did not come out for several months. When they ran out, the battle was over. I heard that because of this incident It's too shameful, their names are gone."

　　 "……"

"This is 19351117," said Dr. Jack, holding down the patient who was flapping his "wings". "He used to be a pilot. Then the plane had an accident. I heard that a bird hit the propeller. Then he was like this. ."

　　 "Woo..." The pilot yelled when he didn't learn from ducks. He suddenly started crying, which scared Nelson, "I'm guilty. I killed the man in that plane."

　　 "I specifically asked, parachuting is not your responsibility in an emergency." Dr. Jack stroked the back of his head, softly comforting.

　　 "Woohoo...I shouldn't hit that propeller..."

　　 "Well, I thought about it a lot." Dr. Jack stood up and stuck out his tongue at Nelson, "I thought he was getting better. He has a problem with his self-recognition."

　　 The two stopped and went. Nelson had gained a lot of knowledge tonight. They finally reached the bed of the "Mr. Magician" in the depths of the room.

　　 "19391012, if you do this, I can only give you an injection." Dr. Jack threatened.

　　 "Sorry, doctor." 19391012 hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I won't do this again. I don't think I can be magical now. Can you let me out of the hospital?"

　　 "19391012, don't want to lie to me." Doctor Jack was a little frustrated, "How many times have you lied to me like this, I said, if you really feel that you have no magic power, we will release you immediately!"

　　 "I am real this time!——"

"It's alright." Doctor Jack turned his head to look at Nelson, who was looking at 19391012 thoughtfully, and explained, "Patients like him are the most confusing. Except when they get sick, everything is normal, logical and cognitive. There is no problem with waiting, but when it comes to the cause of the disease, it will be very stubborn. Some think that they are mushrooms, some think that they are another person, and this one thinks that they are a magician."

　　 "The wizard," Nelson corrected.

　　 "Yes, wizard—"

"Sir, you are a wizard! I can see it! You are a wizard, right! These Muggles are torturing me every day, save me, save me! Give me a magic wand!" 19391012 began to struggle again. Speaking very quickly, "Help me! I will give you Garon, I will give you the magic of the family! Help me—"

　　 Doctor Jack lowered his head and covered his mouth, while calling the nurse impatiently, then lowered his head and said viciously, "I knew you still hadn't changed your heart!"

When the nurse arrived, he finally relaxed, watching the scene where a few big guys gave 19391012 injections ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and said to Nelson, "You see, he is too stubborn, and he is generally irritable to this kind of mania. Patients, we can only use this method to prevent them from harming others or themselves."

"Yeah." Nelson nodded. He saw the limp 19391012 hospital gown slipping down, revealing the tattoo on the neckline. That is exactly the pattern of the Deathly Hallows. "I don't think he actually looks like it will hurt people— —I mean, if you don’t keep him in this way, even many other patients, they are not aggressive, why should they be arrested?"

"You can never guess what a mental patient is thinking." Dr. Jack took out a dried fruit that he didn't know what was dried, and held it in his mouth. "We are afraid of taking responsibility and dare not issue a discharge certificate easily. After all, mental illness is not a fracture. See if he is healed, he will be fine. To this day, some people still think that we are the heretical court where the church hunts down the devil."

"Haha, that's really funny." Nelson squinted at a few male nurses. "I thought that nurses are only girls in the profession, and men are always stubborn. If you say you have more than a dozen patients, only they are on duty. Are you afraid that the patient will run away?"

"We can be regarded as a special industry in a special industry. You basically don't see male nurses in other places." Dr. Jack explained, "Although we have few people, there are usually no people in this place, and the door is very strong. They It's impossible to run."

　　 "Aren't they afraid of being on duty in the ward? Or that they are not on duty alone."

"On duty? What is on duty?" Dr. Jack chewed on the dried fruit in his mouth and said disdainfully, "There is no supervisor to watch. We only came on duty after eating too much. At most, I heard the noise and took a look. We are on vacation. , It’s not here for a business trip."

　　 "That's true." Nelson nodded appreciatively.