[HP] love

When Hill woke up, he was lying on a bed in the hospital wing.

He opened his eyes in a daze, blinked vigorously, and then slowly saw the environment around him clearly.The plain white curtains hung beside the bed, and the bright candlelight flickered, making the figure standing beside the bed very clear.

With a groan, Hill moved his head, Edwin immediately noticed the situation on the bed, and stood up quickly: "Sill, are you awake?"

My brain is still like a paste, so stiff that I can't even think.He struggled to sit up, but was stopped by Madam Pomfrey who rushed over after hearing the news. "Honey, you can't get up yet." She looked at Hill gently but forcefully and said, "Your potion is still one step away, I will send it in 2 minutes. And you, Mr. Kent," she looked at Edwin, "The last 2 minutes of visiting time."

"Okay, madam." Edwin bowed slightly, and accepted Madam Pomfrey's order in a gentle manner, which made the lady nod in satisfaction, and turned away without saying anything.

"Hill, how are you feeling?" Edwin sat down by the bed and asked blankly.

Hill frowned and looked at him, then scanned the entire line of sight before hesitatingly said, "I think it's not bad."

Seeing Hill's gaze, Edwin replied clearly: "Alan just went back, it is said that there is a letter from home, let me guard you here when you leave."

Hill nodded after hearing this, and he knew that with Allen's personality, he would never leave unless something really happened. "How long have I been in a coma?" He felt a little panicked.

"It's only been an hour since we found you." Edwin replied calmly, which made Hill feel a lot more at ease.

"What's wrong with me?" Hill realized in horror that he couldn't remember why he came to the medical wing at all, and he didn't know where he was injured.

"A powerful 'forgetting nothing'," before Edwin could answer, a voice came from behind the curtain, Hill looked up and saw Professor Dumbledore coming around from behind the bed. "There is no doubt that the caster has powerful magic power." His face hidden behind the beard seemed to be worried, but he still comforted the frightened boy in front of him with a smile.

"Principal Dumbledore, what the hell is going on?" Hill looked terrified. Anyone who wakes up and suddenly finds that his memory is gone seems to have such a reaction.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Stoke." Dumbledore's wise little eyes blinked at him, "The caster didn't intend to hurt you, but just hoped that you would forget everything you saw. So, you now The best option is to take some medicine and sleep, and leave the rest to the professors, right, Severus?" He looked behind him.

Only then did Hill realize that his dean had appeared there at some point, his face was darkened, his expression was impatient, his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked annoyed.

"I just want to warn Mr. Stoke that hanging out after class doesn't seem to be doing you any good! If you lose your mind because of it, then maybe I can reward you with an 'o' in the exam." Professor Snape still sarcasm, but Hill knew he was already angry.

"Oh, well, Severus, I'm sure Mr. Stoke doesn't want to do this either." He still looked at Professor Snape with the same smile, but unfortunately the other party just gave him a 'hmph' and said nothing. No more words.

"Principal Dumbledore, I want to know if Hill can restore that memory?" Edwin asked calmly, but worry could be seen in his eyes.

"Mr. Kent, I think it's better not to touch that memory for the time being," Dumbledore said after pondering for a while, "I checked Mr. Stoke's brain and found that he seemed to have experienced a large-scale amnesia once. Curse memory erasure, if you rush to restore the memory forcibly, it may have irreparable consequences."

"Large-scale Amnesiac Amnesiac?" Hill's eyes widened immediately. "That is to say, I have been under the Amnesiac before? But why can't I remember it at all?"

"It seems so," Dumbledore nodded. "I'm not sure when it is, but there should be no mistakes. So, do you need to inform your father about this matter?"

"No!" Hill's refusal blurted out, "No need, principal, I don't want my father to worry."

Seeing the young man's wandering eyes and stubborn expression, and thinking about his family situation, Dumbledore nodded clearly and did not continue to ask further questions. "Oh, Mr. Kent, I think we should say goodbye, or Poppy might throw us out!"

As soon as the words fell, Madam Pomfrey appeared in front of the four people with the medicine in her hand, "It's best if you know!" She said forcefully, then turned her head to face Hill, and persuaded in a gentle voice: "Sto Ke, drink this and you'll be able to sleep well!"

Hill looked at a cup of potion with green bubbles in her hand. According to the smell and color, it should be a cup of thick water of life and death. He swallowed secretly, and finally took it and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

"Good boy!" Madam Pomfrey said softly, but when she saw the three people who hadn't left, she immediately changed her face and said in a stern tone: "You three should leave!"

"Okay, Bobby, let's go!" Dumbledore blinked heavily at Hill a few times, "Little Mr. Stoke, I wish you a sweet dream!"

"Thank you, Principal." Hill had already felt the power of the potion, and his nerves seemed to be soothed and drowsy. He looked at Edwin in a daze and put down the curtain after giving himself a comforting look. Hearing the footsteps of three people leaving the medical wing, he felt relieved and fell asleep.

Hill felt as if he was in his mother's womb, his body was wrapped in warm water, and he floated up and down with the rhythm of his heartbeat.He tried hard to take a step, but he seemed to be restrained, unable to move his body.At some point, he hugged himself with both hands, and then someone whispered something into his ear.

Hill tried hard to make out, but still couldn't hear anything clearly.His will wanted to prevent him from continuing to sleep, but his consciousness began to become more and more blurred. Hill tried to open his eyes to see the person in front of him, but unfortunately he could only see that it was a young man. .

When he opened his eyes again, he felt as if his feet were on the ground, and the surroundings were pitch black.He groped forward cautiously, and his heartbeat accelerated a lot.A door soon appeared in front of him. Hill slowly put his hand on it, and gently pushed it open. The scene in front of him seemed quite familiar to himself in the dream. He even found a hand hidden in the dark. chair sat down.Next to it was a very tall cabinet. Hill raised his head and looked at the top of the cabinet. There was a photo there. He hesitated and stood up, but found that his height seemed to be getting shorter. It was almost impossible to capture that photo. impossible things.

But he stretched his hand upwards vigorously, barely touching the top of the cabinet.However, the violent shaking shook the bottle above, and it even fell down within two seconds. He was in a hurry and wanted to catch the falling bottle, but felt that the whole room seemed to start to spin.He couldn't stand anymore and fell to the ground all of a sudden!

"Hill, Hill, how are you doing?"

Hearing the call, Hill opened his eyes.He saw Draco standing by the bed in a daze, and asked with some uncertainty, "Malfoy?"

"Of course it's me!" Draco rolled his eyes, "You seem to be having a nightmare?"

Hill also felt his heart beating very fast. He recalled what dream he had just had, but he couldn't remember it at all. "I don't know, maybe..." He said with some regret, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that you were attacked yesterday. Hogwarts is really becoming more and more unsafe!" Draco sat on the chair beside the bed and said bitterly, "Maybe I know who attacked you." Man, last time I saw him in the Forbidden Forest, but Professor Snape still hasn't told me who it is!"

"Really, at least you know you saw it, but I don't remember anything." Hill said with some regret and anxiety.No one wants to lose their memories, especially if forced to.

"Don't think so much, anyway, you were only found after being missing for an hour." Draco looked at Hill with a disdainful expression, but he didn't expect that he would be even more worried after hearing these words.

"Maybe it's an important memory..." he said worriedly.

"I can write to my dad if you want!" Draco looked at him and said hesitantly.

"Oh, no," Hill immediately rejected the suggestion, "I think it's better not to bother Mr. Malfoy, he probably doesn't want you to write a letter because of your classmates."

Draco also had to admit that Hill's guess might be right.

"There should be nothing wrong," Hill comforted himself, and said to Draco at the same time: "Actually, I was thinking that Headmaster Dumbledore should know who that person is, otherwise he would never be so calm. If so, Then my safety should still be guaranteed.”

"It's that old bee again!" Draco expressed his disgust unreservedly, "The board should really remove him from his post, with him, Slytherin's status will never be guaranteed! That Scarhead is his baby, and he doesn't have the energy to manage Slytherin's life!"

"Talking about the headmaster behind your back, Mr. Malfoy, is this the etiquette your father taught you?" A silky and deep voice sounded from behind, and the two turned their heads to see that Professor Snape was staring at them with gloomy eyes. .

"Professor." Draco stood up quickly, panicking.

"Mr. Stoke should take some medicine, I think this cup of potion should be able to stop your presumptuous mouth!" Snape mercilessly handed the potion in Hill's hand, and then led De Laco walked out without looking back.

Seeing their leaving backs, Hill's heart was not at all relaxed.

What are those two lost memories?