Chapter 761 I Do Understand Psychology

He chose to take the plane for this trip, not to experience life. When he was working, planes were not new to Lupine.

It is true that the fireplace of the U.S. Congress does not connect to Europe at all, not to mention their Floo network is now almost rotten.

Not to mention the broomstick.

It is said that a pure-blood family of Indian origin is promoting magic flying carpets in the United States, and they are fighting with pure-blood families that make flying broomstick companies. Now the Ministry of Magic is having a headache, and the entire Department of Transportation is protesting for various reasons such as strikes. paralyzed by activity.

Anyway, the Magical Congress of the United States is not as powerful as imagined. Like the British Ministry of Magic, it is a mess most of the time.

In this rotten atmosphere, the terrible British Ministry of Magic seems to be considered pretty good.

The three got off the plane and came to the Magic Congress in New York to register, using the name of an international academic exchange meeting.

"This is not a good time for an exchange meeting." An aunt in charge of the review muttered, and then took out her wand and tapped it on the parchment. With a crisp sound, a ' Horned water serpent' heraldic pattern.

Lupine smiled and said nothing, took the parchment, carried the suitcase, and led Anton and Anna out.

Then they took a taxi to the bottom of a residential apartment building in Manhattan.

As soon as they walked in, a small car parked on the side of the road suddenly opened the door, and a chubby middle-aged man in a suit with a gray goatee stepped out, "Merlin's beard, Remus, you are finally here gone."

He looked left and right, and pulled Lupine into a corner, "I can't let people know that I'm too close to my Muggle relatives, and I have to hide from possible sight."

Then he looked at Anton and Anna behind Lupin, "Hey, kids, hello."

Anton nodded with a smile, frowned and looked up at the apartment building.

In the vision of the "Lake of the Soul", it is covered by a large group of magical images, which looks very messy and faintly brings a feeling of depression.

The color has a certain gray color, covering the whole building and twisting.

He listened thoughtfully to Lupine's conversation with the middle-aged man with the goatee.

"I don't know, I feel bad here, Remus, I think my Muggle relatives should be affected by some kind of terrible magic, but someone analyzed to me and said it was a dark magic creature..."

"I'm not sure. I searched his house for a long time, but I didn't find any living things at all."

"You don't know, they don't really believe my words, heh, No-Majs always think us wizards are crazy."

"They didn't believe what I said, they thought their daughter was not haunted by dark magical creatures, but mentally ill, and they were worried that someone would send their child to a lunatic asylum."

"So, Remus, please, no matter if you find out later whether it's a spell, a curse, or a dark magic creature, don't tell that stupid couple, they won't believe it."

"I told them you were a famous psychiatrist in England, hey man, remember to act like one."

Lupine looked at him with a gentle expression, and calmed his anxious emotions with a smile, "Relax, it's okay, I can handle it well, in fact, I do know a little about Muggle psychology."

"!!!" The fat middle-aged man's eyes widened in disbelief, and his goatee trembled, "Merlin's beard, how could you learn such outrageous things? Psychology is simply a lie. I've seen so-called depression, and it's just not happy!"

Lupine shrugged helplessly, "Look, if we don't study, we will be full of prejudice, whether it's Muggles or wizards."

"The field of black magic creatures actually has a lot to do with psychology. In fact, I almost planned to become a psychiatrist in the Muggle world incognito. At least I can support myself."

"Merlin's beard!" The middle-aged man with the goatee still looked at Lupin with a monster look, and saw that Lupine was just smiling, he couldn't help curling his lips, "Okay, okay, at least you can play very well." picture."

Then the middle-aged man with a goatee took them upstairs, and a middle-aged couple who looked very ordinary greeted them.

They also looked very anxious, looking at Lupin nervously, the husband pressed his elbow against his wife's arm, and the wife reacted and went to make tea in a panic.

Finally, she walked to a door in the corner of the living room, knocked lightly on the door, and whispered, "Little sweetheart, maybe you should come out and sit."

"I'm fine!" A scream came from the room, with a certain taste of hysteria, "Stop asking some inexplicable people to come to the house, witch? What age is it, and you still believe in such things?"

There was a look of sadness on the mother's face, "No, no, sweetheart, this time it's a psychiatrist, please, please cooperate well, Mom, Dad and your Uncle Rip are very worried about you."

In the end, the door slowly opened, and the middle-aged man with the goatee quickly leaned towards Lupin and gestured, "My little niece looks weird..."

Lupine frowned and looked towards the girl's room, nodded, and replied in a low voice, "It is indeed a dark magic creature, a desire elf."

"Spirit of desire?" The middle-aged man with a goatee widened his eyes, "Hey, Remus, my little niece is only 17 years old!"

Lupine sighed helplessly, and looked at the little girl who was slowly coming over under the comfort of her parents, "It's not the desire you think, buddy. In the field of occultism, the common boggart is classified as a mirror elf, because it It can reflect our hearts. The desire spirit is born from our desire with extreme emotions, so it is called the desire spirit. It looks very similar, but the Boggart is the ability, and the desire spirit is the source. Do you understand?"

The middle-aged man with a goatee spread his hands helplessly, "You've made me dizzy!"

"In short, as long as you have a way to destroy it."

Lupine sighed, "The scars in my heart are not healed, and dark magic creatures cannot be killed."

"What!" The middle-aged man with the goatee yelled in disbelief, causing the couple to look over.

"Rip, what's wrong?" the mother asked in panic. She glanced nervously at her husband and then at the goatee. "Did the psychiatrist see something wrong?"

Lupine shyly stood up with the suitcase, shook his head with a smile, "Of course not, ma'am."

He looked gently at the little girl behind the couple, and thought for a while, "I think we can go to your room, that will make you feel more at ease, okay?"

"Of course, Mom and Dad can be by your side to accompany you."

The couple looked at each other, then turned to look at their daughter. The little girl looked at Lupine timidly, and nodded slightly.

So, a large group of people re-entered the little girl's room.

Anna followed Lupine curiously.

Only Anton took a sip of tea in silence, looked up at the ceiling in a daze.

He found that the magical image exuding a dark atmosphere did not seem to spread from the little girl's room.

Instead, it spread throughout the entire building!

Anton gently put down the teacup, walked out of the house slowly, and walked slowly in the stairway, feeling this strange and unique surge of magic power.