Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1244: Don’t refuse the gift

"Hermione, it's lunch time. I just went down and got some mashed potatoes and grilled sausage. Here are--"

Actually, St Mungo’s reserves of food are still sufficient so far. But after all, the curse can't transform real food, so it will inevitably eat less. Coupled with the arrival of the support team of the International Wizarding Federation, food consumption has naturally increased a lot every day.

Therefore, in order to avoid the premature arrival of food shortages, the hospital decided to implement planned rationing as soon as possible.

Ron took out one of the bag of lunch boxes he had just picked up, and handed it to Hermione, while casually saying:

"...Starting from this meal, taking the meal prepared by the injured and sick as the standard, the support team members of the federation rationed three-quarters of the amount, and the asylum seekers like us and the medical staff in the hospital The staff is one-half."

"There are only half of the medical staff?" Ginny frowned when she heard the words, "They have worked so hard to treat patients, how come...who made this?"

But Ron just shrugged and said:

"It is the rule set by the dean, and I heard that he has only half of it himself."

"Oh, this—"

While Ginny showed an unforgettable expression, Ron continued:

"In short, that's it... and, in fact, except for the patients, everyone else has to get their meals. But when I went, they found out that they had prepared our shares in advance. ——"

"...Ron."

He had just finished speaking when Hermione, who had already opened the lunch box, called him.

When Ron heard this, he turned his head and took a look.

"What's wrong?"

"This is one-half of the amount?"

"It's impossible to look at it, right?" Fred, who leaned aside, looked at the half box of mashed potatoes and two grilled sausages inside.

"It looks like a full meal no matter what." George added.

After the two said so, everyone in the room couldn't help but stare at each other.

Undoubtedly, this is definitely because Maca, Harry, and Neville are all fighting outside... No, it should be mainly because they have a very close relationship with Maca that they get such a "preferential treatment".

"Ron, go back halfway," Ginny couldn't help but shook her head repeatedly, "If Maca and the others are here, give them a full meal...even more is fine, but we definitely shouldn't be affected by this. And other special treatment."

"Ah, um!" Ron nodded when he heard the words, "Okay, I'll go--"

As he said, he was about to put down his pocket and take out half of it, but at this moment, Hermione, who had been silent since just now, suddenly said again:

"No, I think this favor, we have to accept it."

"Hermione?"

Ginny was obviously very puzzled. But she also knew that Hermione never made any selfish decisions, so she decided to listen to the other party's explanation before talking.

Sure enough, she heard that Hermione quickly continued:

"I know you may be puzzled, but we do have to accept them... Because only in this way, Mr. Boenser, Dean of St. Mungo, can be more assured."

"You mean..." Ron pondered, "In order to hold Maca?"

"Well...I don't think I can say that completely," Hermione said, "I know Dean Boenser, he should be a respectable therapist in general. However, He is now the dean of St. Mungo, and he needs to be responsible for all the asylum and staff here."

"Remember? Then Helbo has been to St Mungo more than once-Mr. Boenser must have seen Helbo's terrifying strength. So he must also understand that if the next If you return to Haierbo but Maca is not there, the support team of the Federation will not be able to resist."

Speaking of this, Hermione paused for a while, then continued:

"I think, Mr. Boenser actually wants to give Maca a favor directly, but Maca obviously doesn't need any benefits. Therefore, he will choose us second."

Hearing this, Ginny finally nodded slightly.

"So..." She thought for a while, "If we also refuse, he won't feel comfortable in his heart?"

Boenser was originally just a very good healer. He was able to become the head of the St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital because of his high popularity.

If it's okay on weekdays, although it is hard to manage the hospital every day, he is still barely able to do the job. But nowadays, one after another disaster has turned Saint Mungo into a temporary refuge, and his burden has also become heavier.

To be honest, these catastrophes have made him feel a little exhausted.

Therefore, Boenser is now cautious about what he does. Not only does he always personally regain his duties as a therapist to examine and treat the wounded in person, but he also takes care of St. Mungo’s affairs as carefully as possible. arrangement.

Including this new regulation of food distribution, he also studied it in advance in order to prepare for a rainy day.

Obviously, he was afraid that everyone in Saint Mungo would be in danger because of some of his own negligence-he really couldn't bear such a serious sin!

"Well...so, we must accept this ‘good intention’, even if it’s just to make Dean Boenser more at ease."

Hermione nodded and said:

"Seriously, if it weren't for...If Luna hadn't made it clear to me, sometimes it's important to accept gifts from others honestly. I might not have thought of this today."

While speaking, she picked up a fork and dug some mashed potatoes into her mouth, and tasted it carefully-only that the faint salty taste spread gently between her tongue, somehow, It was a little heavier.

"But..." Hermione paused, and suddenly added, "I can't think of accepting gifts silently like this, it's not an easy task!"

The reason, although she has already thought about it very thoroughly, it is, after all, a special treatment equivalent to an injury.

While other asylum seekers and even busy medical staff can only eat half a meal, they can enjoy double the food without doing anything...this is undoubtedly a burden.

"Eat!" Hermione looked at Luna on the bed. "When we are full, we will go to help the St. Mungo therapists take care of the patients... I think, do this as we did last time. It should make Mr. Boenser more at ease."

"Okay!"

"Just do it!"

Fred talked to George, and took the lunch box from Ron's pocket, and ate quickly with his wife.

Unexpectedly, before everyone had finished eating, a knock on the door rang from the door of the ward.

"Here...I'll open the door."

Ron motioned everyone to continue, and he ran to open the door with the lunch box, and found that the person standing outside the door happened to be the Dean Boenser they just mentioned.

Oh, thinking about it this way, maybe it's not very surprising that he would choose to come here to see.

"Dean? Please, come in—"

"Are you all having a meal? Sorry, I may have disturbed you by coming here at this time!"

Boenser, whose temples are slightly pale, is wearing the same green uniform robe as other therapists, and the hem and sleeves are stained with permanent stains left by special medicines. But except for the spots that can't be removed, his outer robe still looks very clean.

Now when he walked in from the outside, he had a kind smile on his face, and his spirit looked good. It's just that the fatigue hidden in his eyes is too heavy to hide it.

Needless to say, he must have taken a refreshing potion, and maybe he hasn't slept at all in these two days.

"No, why bother!" Seeing him being so polite as soon as he opened his mouth, Percy, who was eating by the window, said immediately, "Mr. Boenser, if you have anything to do, just say... In fact, we are. I plan to go outside to help when I'm full!"

"Oh, how can this work... No, don't bother you!" Bo Encer waved his hands again and again, "there is actually enough manpower in the hospital. , The treatment is not complicated. In the past two days, everyone has stepped up to work, and most of the injured have healed!"

While speaking, he also pretended to inadvertently look at the lunch boxes in everyone’s hands one after another. Seeing that everyone was eating a full lunch, the smile on his face was obviously greater than at the beginning. too much.

"By the way, I heard that someone was injured outside before, and Mr. McLean personally sent the person up... It was Miss Lovegood, right?" Boenser said only now, "Of course. According to Mr. McLean, the patient’s treatment must be no problem, so I just came to visit her this time!"

Boenser's words are actually more of an excuse, because he mainly came to see if Hermione and others have accepted the "favors" arranged by him personally.

But when he heard him say that, everyone's mood suddenly became a little bit depressed--especially Hermione~IndoMTL.com~Compared with other friends who only knew that Luna was seriously injured, I knew More of her mood is naturally more heavier.

And when everyone couldn't help stopping one by one, Boenser, whose eyes fell on the bed, gradually changed from relaxed to confused, and then from confused to stunned.

Soon, I saw him half-opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment before frowning slightly:

"Miss Lovegood, this is—"

Boenser was really surprised, because he gradually discovered that although Luna on the hospital bed looked unharmed, it was obvious that even her breathing had stopped.

But even so, she was still lying in the hospital bed, and no one moved her.

Is it dead? Still not dead... For a while, Boenser, a senior therapist, was a little uncertain, after all, he knew Maca's superb level of treatment.

"Relax," Hermione suddenly whispered at this moment, "Luna just can't wake up temporarily... This is what Maca said."