Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 935: The shock of Saint Mangori

　　"...Holding a long cane?"

　　 "Yes, and that gentleman looks very young, but he is very mature in conversation..."

　　 "Oh, that's maca! It must be maca!"

　　In this old church, R.A.'s friends all sat on the benches to rest, while Hermione, Harry and others gathered on the front steps to talk to little Victor.

　　 And when Little Victor talked about the gentleman who had told him a lot, everyone quickly realized that it was probably Maca.

　　Hermione paused, then asked again:

　　"Sir, what else did he tell you? Did he tell you about those dark creatures?"

　　Since bringing so many people to London, she naturally wants to learn more. Not to mention that she had doubts about the cause behind the disaster. Just listening to Maca's views on those monsters might make this trip more smoothly.

　　 It's a pity that although Maca explained a lot to Little Victor before, it was just spreading common sense in the magic world.

　　 After all, even if Maca wants to find someone to analyze the monsters, it is impossible to discuss it with a Muggle, right?

　　 As for Freina after that, although the intern secretary of the Ministry of Magic was very enthusiastic, she was also willing to reassure little Victor.

　　 At her level, she is still far from enough to understand what the terrifying monsters created by Helbo are.

　　 "I don't think he said it," Little Victor shook his head at Hermione. "Honestly, even if he said it, I probably don't understand... By the way, are you an army of wizards? Are they sent to deal with those terrifying monsters?"

　　 Since seeing everyone fighting with such a large group of monsters just now, he has been amazed by the power of the R.A. friends.

　　 It is not that he has never seen other wizards and monsters fighting, but even those so-called "Aurors" are definitely not as good as these young wizards.

　　 Especially the uniform sense of collectiveness, isn’t it the same as the Muggle army?

　　 Only after Hermione heard it, she could only look at Harry and the others.

　　 "Although we call ourselves'RA (Reserve Army)', it is not really a'reserve army'..." She explained a little bit, "Most of us are students in the same magic school, even Some have graduated, and they are just ordinary wizards..."

　　 "Oh, is that so?" Little Victor said in surprise, "Student? How could it..."

　　 As he was talking, he suddenly recalled some words he had just learned before continuing:

　　"Uh, I mean, I only saw some'policemen among wizards' not long ago...it seems to be called'Aurors'? But...I think they are not as good as you guys. ?"

　　Hermione couldn't help feeling a little proud of seeing Victor say this, but she was still modest:

　　"No, that can’t be said...only one of us can’t compare to the Auror in terms of personal strength. But we have a very good and very powerful professor who organized the training for us. Gave us valuable knowledge, so we—"

　　 "Hermione," Harry listened and couldn't help interrupting, "I have to say, you don't need to put all your efforts on Maca-he wouldn't want it. .Oh, sir...Yes, you met our professor before, and his name is'Maca McLean'."

　　Little Victor immediately said:

　　 "So, that young gentleman is really a very powerful wizard... Well, it's no wonder that Miss Freina respects him so much, she seems to be as big as you..."

　　"Who is Miss Freina?" Harry curiously asked, "Mr. You just mentioned that she also told you a lot about the magic world?"

　　 "Yes, she is a very kind girl, and she saved me once!" Little Victor said with emotion, "Well, if I somehow offended the doctor in your magic hospital, I am now Maybe she should still be in the hospital waiting for her to wake up!"

　　Hermione was startled when she heard the word "magic hospital", and then she reached out her hand as if she was thinking of something.

　　 "Wait, do you mean'Saint Mungo's Magic Hospital'?" she asked quickly.

　　 Seeing Hermione’s question, little Victor calmly thought about it, and then slightly nodded:

　　 "Well, I seem to have seen the word'Saint Mungo' on the wall... Yes, it should be correct, what's the matter, lady? Is there any problem there?"

　　 "Oh no, nothing! I'm just thinking..." Hermione pondered again, then turned her head to Harry and said, "I want to go to St. Mungo and take a look at the Broken Cauldron Bar first-this I am afraid they are the two places in London that are most likely to become temporary shelters. Before searching and rescuing, we must first check."

　　 "Miss, you are right!" Little Victor found that he at least understood this sentence, "I don't know what bar, but the hospital became a refuge before I left. , Has accepted many asylums."

　　 Although St. Mungo only accepts wizards, he is a special case of entering into it as a Muggle.

　　 But Little Victor didn't care about this, and it was difficult to distinguish Muggles from wizards in the chaotic hospital lobby. He seemed to be "human" anyway.

　　 "Well, speaking of it... at least Neville is likely to be in St Mungo!" Harry said suddenly.

　　……

　　 Since both of Neville’s parents live on the fifth floor of St. Mungo, it is indeed very likely that Neville and his grandmother will come together during this disaster.

　　 Little Victor didn't know that the "Navi" that Harry said was that he entered through the window glass almost at the same time when he left the hospital.

　　 "Help! My grandma needs first aid! Therapist——"

　　 Not long ago, Neville hugged his grandma like this and rushed into the hall.

　　 Although he had just been thrown in with a curse by his grandma, but when he suddenly woke up, he was still thinking about saving grandma, so he rushed out without having time to look around.

　　 now comes in again, and he realizes that the hall of Saint Mungo is really messed up at this moment!

　　 There are people everywhere, there are healthy asylum seekers, some unconscious wounded, and of course some **** guys who have suffered physical injuries.

　　 Fortunately, even though it was only a short time apart, Saint Mungo, who has entered a wartime state, is no longer as bewildered as the little Victor came in with Freina on his back.

　　 Although it is chaotic right now, it is chaotic and orderly. There are also trainee therapists waiting to distinguish patients at the door.

　　 Just as Neville was confused by this messy scene, a young wizard in a light green robe immediately came to him.

　　 "Go ahead! Don't stop... How did you get hurt?"

　　 When the trainee therapist saw the old lady Longbottom in Neville's arms, he vomited blood from time to time, and immediately dragged Neville to urge him to run to the stairs. While running, he checked his injuries.

　　 "Ah, yes... I don't know, it may be an explosion curse or a smash curse-I heard a very strong explosion."

　　 "I look like it, that is the Curse Injury Division...No, no, don't take the stairs, take the elevator for the first aid! Come here—"

　　 ran fast with the trainee therapist all the way, and his grandma's body was as light as a quilt in Neville's hands. This feeling made him feel very bad.

　　 all the way to the fifth floor, after giving grandma to the therapist for emergency treatment, Neville seemed to have just felt the weight of a person in his arms. He hung his hands weakly to his side, leaned against the wall and sat on the cold ground a little bit, gasping for breath.

　　 The courage to fight the monster just now has gradually faded, and the firmness of summoning the patron saint is gradually replaced by fatigue, which makes him fall to the side of the corridor and his head is blank.

　　 The corridors are very busy, one by one the wounded come and go with the help of trainee therapists and volunteers. Neville closed his feet almost unconsciously, lest he affect other patients in need of treatment.

　　 St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital-Neville thought he was used to this place a long time ago, but now he has discovered that how many people can really get used to this kind of space full of pain and parting?

　　 "... Longbottom?"

　　 Hearing someone calling his last name, Neville raised his head reflexively.

　　 "You are...oh, it's Harry's..."

　　 "Godfather."

　　 Sirius just came out of the ward~IndoMTL.com~ He noticed the young man who had fallen down in the corridor at a glance. Although he and Neville have hardly said a few words, at least they can be regarded as acquaintances.

　　 "So, the one who was sent in for treatment just now is really the old lady Longbottom?"

　　 said, Sirius glanced into the ward again, as if reconfirming his identity.

　　 He doesn't know Neville very much, but he has a lot of friendship with Neville's parents. Back then, they were both backbone members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they did a lot of things together. If he hadn't been wronged for so long in Azkaban, he would definitely visit them at least occasionally over the years.

　　 "Yes, it's my grandmother..." Neville nodded, but quickly pursed his lips again, and said softly, "If I could have the courage earlier, maybe it wouldn't be like this."

　　 Naturally Sirius would not know what happened to Neville. So he just reached out and patted Neville's head, and said solemnly:

　　 "Anyway, stay in St Mungo for the time being! It's much safer here than outside...Your grandma will be fine, trust St Mungo's therapist."

　　 However, before the voice fell, both of them felt a slight shock coming from themselves.

　　 Sirius frowned, and then he raised his leg and walked towards the stairs—he had to confirm what had happened.

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