Chapter 217: "As You Wish"
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Chapter 217: "As You Wish"
The next morning, as usual, Felix Harp met with Mrs. Longbottom at the entrance of St. Mungo's. He proceeded to treat the Longbottom couple, and as time went on, his skills of piecing together, categorizing, and sorting memories became even more proficient.
At times, he felt like a skilled bookbinder, carefully handling the intricate memories. However, even then, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no omissions or gaps in the process of assembling memories.
Some memories were destined to disappear forever, and he had no way to prevent it. In fact, his job was to construct a stable memory structure and gradually add memories to it in a logical manner. Once this process surpassed a certain limit, human self-healing mechanisms would kick in. As for how long it would take for full recovery, he couldn't assure.
"Madam Mallomar has become suspicious," Mrs. Longbottom said.
Felix Harp replied calmly, "As a stranger who visits every week, some suspicion is normal. But we should be able to deflect it for a while. Whether it's discovered by November or before Christmas doesn't really matter."
Mrs. Longbottom agreed, more concerned with the outcome than the process. When St. Mungo's finally noticed the significant changes, it would signify improvement in their son and daughter-in-law's condition. By then, no one could say a word.
"Moreover," Felix Harp smiled, "my paper is almost finished."
"A paper?"
"Dumbledore's suggestion—an article on restorative memory therapy. I'm planning to split it into two parts. The first part will be theoretical exposition and derivation, not likely to cause much stir. The second part will include the data from this treatment. It will definitely attract significant attention. I intend to release it around Christmas..."
On a muggy day in early October, damp air stealthily permeated the castle, leaving moist traces on the ancient walls. Every morning, cold mist emerged from the heart of the Forbidden Forest, carried by the wind to the school. Silver frost adorned the front lawn, and many young wizards who hadn't been mindful of the chill ended up with colds.
Even Professor Lupin wasn't immune; he had to wrap himself in a thick scarf, and every time he spoke, the scent of Pomfrey's invigorating draught filled the air.
On the same day, Felix Harp received two letters, both related to his upcoming book publications.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
In the first letter, Little Red Book Publishing reported "tremendous" news. His new book, "Magic in the Muggle World," had sold over a thousand copies, and for each copy, he would receive three Galleons and seven silver Sickles. The initial earnings would amount to around three thousand four hundred Galleons.
However, the letter also mentioned that the major buyers were various magical ministries and individuals interested in Muggles—due to the reputation established by his previous two books, many people, upon seeing the name "Felix Harp," would immediately choose to buy.
Of course, sales would experience a significant decline afterward, eventually stabilizing.
Felix Harp was realistic; his books earned through a steady trickle, never becoming bestsellers.
The other letter was brought by Dobby. The house-elf stood before him, wearing his customary little suit, now much cleaner, and a brown soft hat.
"Mr. Harp, your book 'The Adventures of Young Wizard Mick' is complete. Mr. Anders sends his regards through me," Dobby respectfully announced.
"Let's sit and discuss," Felix Harp invited, leading him to the office's sofa. He casually opened the letter. The handwriting was messy, perfectly matching Anders' style—
"Understood, Mr. Harp!"
"Now, you can go to the address I've given you. Her last name is Skeeter. Oh, she might not recognize you or the Dark Mark emblem on you, so you'll have to mention my name."
"Is delivering the letter all Dobby needs to do?"
"This is a transaction, and though... I don't intend for her to refuse."
Dobby confidently said, "Dobby has done jobs like visiting strangers before." Then, his ears drooped. "It was delivering letters to the Malfoy family..."
"You're free now. Outside of work, you can do anything you want," Felix Harp said.
He comforted the house-elf before seemingly remembering something else. "By the way, I need you to help me with a test." He waved his wand, and a silver-white swallow flew out from the tip. The swallow let out a gentle chirp and landed on Dobby's hat.
"What's this?" Dobby's two slender hands held onto the hat, and his tennis-ball-sized eyes peered upwards, but he could only see a silver-white beak.
"That's my Patronus. Just keep it with you. When the time comes, it will disappear on its own."
"Dobby understands. Dobby will take his leave." With a soft snap of his fingers, he and the Patronus vanished from sight.
Felix Harp's gaze turned distant, and his deep blue eyes reflected various fleeting scenes. After seven or eight minutes, his eyes emitted a strong silver-white light. Simultaneously, in a resolute tone, he said, "Rita, it's been a while..."
Hundreds of kilometers away—
Rita Skeeter once again heard that voice which had always filled her with genuine fear, emanating from a silver-white Patronus. After a moment, she respectfully and slyly responded, "As you wish, sir."
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Chapter 217: "As You Wish"
The next morning, as usual, Felix Harp met with Mrs. Longbottom at the entrance of St. Mungo's. He proceeded to treat the Longbottom couple, and as time went on, his skills of piecing together, categorizing, and sorting memories became even more proficient.
At times, he felt like a skilled bookbinder, carefully handling the intricate memories. However, even then, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no omissions or gaps in the process of assembling memories.
Some memories were destined to disappear forever, and he had no way to prevent it. In fact, his job was to construct a stable memory structure and gradually add memories to it in a logical manner. Once this process surpassed a certain limit, human self-healing mechanisms would kick in. As for how long it would take for full recovery, he couldn't assure.
"Madam Mallomar has become suspicious," Mrs. Longbottom said.
Felix Harp replied calmly, "As a stranger who visits every week, some suspicion is normal. But we should be able to deflect it for a while. Whether it's discovered by November or before Christmas doesn't really matter."
Mrs. Longbottom agreed, more concerned with the outcome than the process. When St. Mungo's finally noticed the significant changes, it would signify improvement in their son and daughter-in-law's condition. By then, no one could say a word.
"Moreover," Felix Harp smiled, "my paper is almost finished."
"A paper?"
"Dumbledore's suggestion—an article on restorative memory therapy. I'm planning to split it into two parts. The first part will be theoretical exposition and derivation, not likely to cause much stir. The second part will include the data from this treatment. It will definitely attract significant attention. I intend to release it around Christmas..."
On a muggy day in early October, damp air stealthily permeated the castle, leaving moist traces on the ancient walls. Every morning, cold mist emerged from the heart of the Forbidden Forest, carried by the wind to the school. Silver frost adorned the front lawn, and many young wizards who hadn't been mindful of the chill ended up with colds.
Even Professor Lupin wasn't immune; he had to wrap himself in a thick scarf, and every time he spoke, the scent of Pomfrey's invigorating draught filled the air.
On the same day, Felix Harp received two letters, both related to his upcoming book publications.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
In the first letter, Little Red Book Publishing reported "tremendous" news. His new book, "Magic in the Muggle World," had sold over a thousand copies, and for each copy, he would receive three Galleons and seven silver Sickles. The initial earnings would amount to around three thousand four hundred Galleons.
However, the letter also mentioned that the major buyers were various magical ministries and individuals interested in Muggles—due to the reputation established by his previous two books, many people, upon seeing the name "Felix Harp," would immediately choose to buy.
Of course, sales would experience a significant decline afterward, eventually stabilizing.
Felix Harp was realistic; his books earned through a steady trickle, never becoming bestsellers.
The other letter was brought by Dobby. The house-elf stood before him, wearing his customary little suit, now much cleaner, and a brown soft hat.
"Mr. Harp, your book 'The Adventures of Young Wizard Mick' is complete. Mr. Anders sends his regards through me," Dobby respectfully announced.
"Let's sit and discuss," Felix Harp invited, leading him to the office's sofa. He casually opened the letter. The handwriting was messy, perfectly matching Anders' style—
"Understood, Mr. Harp!"
"Now, you can go to the address I've given you. Her last name is Skeeter. Oh, she might not recognize you or the Dark Mark emblem on you, so you'll have to mention my name."
"Is delivering the letter all Dobby needs to do?"
"This is a transaction, and though... I don't intend for her to refuse."
Dobby confidently said, "Dobby has done jobs like visiting strangers before." Then, his ears drooped. "It was delivering letters to the Malfoy family..."
"You're free now. Outside of work, you can do anything you want," Felix Harp said.
He comforted the house-elf before seemingly remembering something else. "By the way, I need you to help me with a test." He waved his wand, and a silver-white swallow flew out from the tip. The swallow let out a gentle chirp and landed on Dobby's hat.
"What's this?" Dobby's two slender hands held onto the hat, and his tennis-ball-sized eyes peered upwards, but he could only see a silver-white beak.
"That's my Patronus. Just keep it with you. When the time comes, it will disappear on its own."
"Dobby understands. Dobby will take his leave." With a soft snap of his fingers, he and the Patronus vanished from sight.
Felix Harp's gaze turned distant, and his deep blue eyes reflected various fleeting scenes. After seven or eight minutes, his eyes emitted a strong silver-white light. Simultaneously, in a resolute tone, he said, "Rita, it's been a while..."
Hundreds of kilometers away—
Rita Skeeter once again heard that voice which had always filled her with genuine fear, emanating from a silver-white Patronus. After a moment, she respectfully and slyly responded, "As you wish, sir."
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Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. (check all the novels I'm translating from HERE, all the novels have 100s of exclusive early access chapters and some are complete.)Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I should translate next.
If you decide to pledge $10, you'll get all the perks from the $5 tier, plus:
You get to suggest a Novel (Chinese or Korean) for me to translate, It may take some time for me to do it but it will be done as soon as possible.Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" (in gold).
And if you're feeling generous with a $20 pledge, you'll unlock all the perks from the $5 tier and $10 tier, plus:
You get to recommend a Novel (Chinese or Korean) and I will immediately start translating it.You get to recommend an abandoned Novel (Chinese or Korean) and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured at the top of the "Wall of Gratitude".
Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
Chapter 217: "As You Wish"The next morning, as usual, Felix Harp met with Mrs. Longbottom at the entrance of St. Mungo's. He proceeded to treat the Longbottom couple, and as time went on, his skills of piecing together, categorizing, and sorting memories became even more proficient.At times, he felt like a skilled bookbinder, carefully handling the intricate memories. However, even then, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no omissions or gaps in the process of assembling memories.Some memories were destined to disappear forever, and he had no way to prevent it. In fact, his job was to construct a stable memory structure and gradually add memories to it in a logical manner. Once this process surpassed a certain limit, human self-healing mechanisms would kick in. As for how long it would take for full recovery, he couldn't assure."Madam Mallomar has become suspicious," Mrs. Longbottom said.Felix Harp replied calmly, "As a stranger who visits every week, some suspicion is normal. But we should be able to deflect it for a while. Whether it's discovered by November or before Christmas doesn't really matter."Mrs. Longbottom agreed, more concerned with the outcome than the process. When St. Mungo's finally noticed the significant changes, it would signify improvement in their son and daughter-in-law's condition. By then, no one could say a word."Moreover," Felix Harp smiled, "my paper is almost finished.""A paper?""Dumbledore's suggestionan article on restorative memory therapy. I'm planning to split it into two parts. The first part will be theoretical exposition and derivation, not likely to cause much stir. The second part will include the data from this treatment. It will definitely attract significant attention. I intend to release it around Christmas..."On a muggy day in early October, damp air stealthily permeated the castle, leaving moist traces on the ancient walls. Every morning, cold mist emerged from the heart of the Forbidden Forest, carried by the wind to the school. Silver frost adorned the front lawn, and many young wizards who hadn't been mindful of the chill ended up with colds.Even Professor Lupin wasn't immune; he had to wrap himself in a thick scarf, and every time he spoke, the scent of Pomfrey's invigorating draught filled the air.On the same day, Felix Harp received two letters, both related to his upcoming book publications.NvlRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Novln.In the first letter, Little Red Book Publishing reported "tremendous" news. His new book, "Magic in the Muggle World," had sold over a thousand copies, and for each copy, he would receive three Galleons and seven silver Sickles. The initial earnings would amount to around three thousand four hundred Galleons.However, the letter also mentioned that the major buyers were various magical ministries and individuals interested in Mugglesdue to the reputation established by his previous two books, many people, upon seeing the name "Felix Harp," would immediately choose to buy.Of course, sales would experience a significant decline afterward, eventually stabilizing.Felix Harp was realistic; his books earned through a steady trickle, never becoming bestsellers.The other letter was brought by Dobby. The house-elf stood before him, wearing his customary little suit, now much cleaner, and a brown soft hat."Mr. Harp, your book 'The Adventures of Young Wizard Mick' is complete. Mr. Anders sends his regards through me," Dobby respectfully announced."Let's sit and discuss," Felix Harp invited, leading him to the office's sofa. He casually opened the letter. The handwriting was messy, perfectly matching Anders' style"Understood, Mr. Harp!""Now, you can go to the address I've given you. Her last name is Skeeter. Oh, she might not recognize you or the Dark Mark emblem on you, so you'll have to mention my name.""Is delivering the letter all Dobby needs to do?""This is a transaction, and though... I don't intend for her to refuse."Dobby confidently said, "Dobby has done jobs like visiting strangers before." Then, his ears drooped. "It was delivering letters to the Malfoy family...""You're free now. Outside of work, you can do anything you want," Felix Harp said.He comforted the house-elf before seemingly remembering something else. "By the way, I need you to help me with a test." He waved his wand, and a silver-white swallow flew out from the tip. The swallow let out a gentle chirp and landed on Dobby's hat."What's this?" Dobby's two slender hands held onto the hat, and his tennis-ball-sized eyes peered upwards, but he could only see a silver-white beak."That's my Patronus. Just keep it with you. When the time comes, it will disappear on its own.""Dobby understands. Dobby will take his leave." With a soft snap of his fingers, he and the Patronus vanished from sight.Felix Harp's gaze turned distant, and his deep blue eyes reflected various fleeting scenes. After seven or eight minutes, his eyes emitted a strong silver-white light. Simultaneously, in a resolute tone, he said, "Rita, it's been a while..."Hundreds of kilometers awayRita Skeeter once again heard that voice which had always filled her with genuine fear, emanating from a silver-white Patronus. After a moment, she respectfully and slyly responded, "As you wish, sir."Unlock exclusive early access to more than 200 chapters before anyone else by becoming a valued member of my Patreon community.As a cherished member of our Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For just $5, you'll receive:Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. check all the novels I'm translating from HERE, all the novels have 100s of exclusive early access chapters and some are complete.Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I should translate next.If you decide to pledge $10, you'll get all the perks from the $5 tier, plus:You get to suggest a Novel Chinese or Korean for me to translate, It may take some time for me to do it but it will be done as soon as possible.Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.And if you're feeling generous with a $20 pledge, you'll unlock all the perks from the $5 tier and $10 tier, plus:You get to recommend a Novel Chinese or Korean and I will immediately start translating it.You get to recommend an abandoned Novel Chinese or Korean and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured at the top of the "Wall of Gratitude".Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
