Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 385: Respective holidays

Except for completely forgetting the fact that they still have a daughter, the Grangers' lives are business as usual.

Every family has family troubles, and society also has social troubles.

Especially hospitals as public service facilities.

Compared with a school that has a certain holiday every year, St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries is not so easy. For example, now there is another troublesome patient.

The hospital does not have a fixed vacation every school year like students do.

"Quickly, Paye! Fix this patient's foot! He has been cursed with a leg shaking!"

In a ward on the fifth floor of the Curse and Injury Department of St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital, Augustus, the attending physician, was holding his wand nervously and looking at the patient’s injuries

"Is that so." A cold and sweet female voice came from behind him.

Suddenly, several white bandages flew out of the medical box, firmly binding the patient's struggling leg to the bed board.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the winding appearance is somewhat beautiful and artistic.

"That's it! Fasten it, don't let him break away!" the man said excitedly.

The sweet and slightly charming female voice is so recognizable, but due to the doctor's over-commitment, she didn't notice it.

Augustus said something in his mouth, constantly waving his wand, alleviating the suffering of the patient.

The patient struggled for a long time.

The shaking bed gradually calmed down.

"Huh." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good job today! Didn't poke me anything."

Augus wiped his sweat with his cuff, turned his head and prepared to pat his assistant's shoulder twice to encourage him, but after seeing the person helping him clearly, his arm stopped in the air.

"Miss Delacour?" The man's tone was full of surprise.

The assistant who likes to poke Louzi is no longer here now.

"I'm bored, look around." Furong said with a smile.

She didn't know where to find a pure white nurse's hat and put it on her head. She did not know when she was curled up and hidden in her long, silver hair.

If it turns out that her temperament was charming and moving, she is now holy and dignified, almost concealing the charm brought by the Veeva lineage.

I was still wearing the pure white gown.

"You are a patient, how can you help!"

"Where is Pye?!" The man's anger gathered.

"He is accepting new patients. Recently, there have been a lot of patients, and he is so busy that he is dizzy."

"And I volunteered." Furong nodded gracefully.

His anger is like a deflated ball, and it fades quickly.

After Voldemort's return, although he did not show up formally, many witches who were disregarding restlessness also became active, and for a time there were many more vicious crimes.

The injured patient will naturally rise.

"Oh." Augustus shook his head, a little helpless, not enough manpower, which has been bothering him.

"If you don't have enough staff, you can let me try if you don't mind."

"This..." Augustus seemed a little embarrassed for a while.

"It's nothing, I am very free now, I will tell my parents clearly."

"According to normal circumstances, I should also find a job." Fleur smiled, and the courses at Boothbatten School were indeed nearing completion.

"You are a patient yourself, how can I let you come..." Augustus's face looked extremely hesitant.

"Isn't it just amnesia?" Furong didn't care.

"It's just a small memory, it doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter if I can't remember it."

"Compared to these patients, I think I can't be more normal."

Her parents didn't want her to recall those bad memories, some bad memories would be forgotten.

They are afraid of other effects, such as later memory, or whether certain memories have been tampered with.

St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries is well-known throughout the wizarding world.

After all, it involves memory, just in case later.

However, after observing, apart from forgetting about the memory of this year or so, there is really no other impact.

Furong's parents are even beginning to go through the transfer procedures.

Because the current British wizarding world is quite uneasy.

However, they did not expect that the temporary transfer allowed Furong to find a future job, and for a long time, she could not go back.

It is worth mentioning that for a long time after that, she did a pretty good job.

At first, she wasn't quite used to it, because those weird illnesses really couldn't make people relax.

Sometimes she has to face the patient's fuzzy flesh and blood, various disgusting abscesses, and limbs that are twisted beyond imagination.

Even with the help of magic, without personal contact, the pervasive smell of blood and stench is a great challenge.

But many things can make people feel nauseous after just a few glances.

She got over it.

She is also very strange. In the past, she may vomit, disgust, and faint because of nausea, but now she can control herself.

The wand in his hand was held very powerfully and accurately, and it didn't tremble because of it.

In the process, she also achieved a lot of accomplishment.

Especially seeing the smile of the patient after recovery.

It may be the meaning of her hard work.

Everyone has a different destiny.

Compared with Miss Fleur Delacour, she found a job other than the value of life.

The person who "takes away" her memory in disguise is not so lucky.

At this time, there were several wolf howls in Malfoy Manor from time to time.

The courtyard in front of the living room is now overgrown with weeds. It was originally maintained under deliberate mowing. The flat lawn was torn out of shape. The proud, pacing peacock didn’t know where it was hiding. The fountain in the center As if dried up, a little bit of water was sprayed feebly.

The inhabitants here are mixed with dragons and snakes, and there will be conflicts with the previous populations, not to mention the races that lack effective means of communication.

The Dark Lord is gone, and the order previously barely maintained by his prestige and strength soon collapsed.

If it weren't for the existence of a death order, and unorganized activities were not allowed, it might have become a pool of stragglers and be swept away by a single net.

Malfoy’s parents have moved to Grimmauld Place at this time, and the Black family’s ancestral home temporarily lives

The home here has been "dedicated" to the Dark Lord as a base for staying.

Even so.

The place Malfoy was expecting was still in Wiltshire's manor, not Black's old mansion.

He needs to grasp the movement of the Dark Lord. If he takes any action, he should appear here as soon as possible.

At this moment, in a hidden cellar, the furniture is uniquely placed in an orderly appearance.

The vanishing cabinet on the side of the wall seemed to have just been passively used, and the door of the cabinet was slightly hidden.

The chandelier did not emit light, the fluorescent light was extremely thin, and the faint halo illuminates the entire room as hard as possible

With the help of the faint light, Malfoy can be seen sitting on a solid wood chair made of cherry wood. In front of him is a wooden table made of tulip wood. The corners of the table present an elegant curve.

The outer layer of the drawer under the table is engraved with a few mushroom-shaped handles made of brass.

He is extremely pale now, and he mechanically numbly grasped the handle and opened the drawer, and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth. It was supposed to be a snack for leisure, and it became a substance that had to be supplemented.

He leaned back on the chair, panting with fatigue, waves of dizziness hit his brain, as well as various negative emotions. Every time he chewed, he was slightly relieved. Take some.

The strong smell of cocoa permeated the darkened room. If anyone who didn't know came here, they might think it was a hidden chocolate factory underground.

Closed his eyes and rested for a while, Malfoy calmed down his mood, feeling the relief effect brought by chocolate, and somewhat restored some sober sanity

Many days have passed since the vacation, and he has been alone for a long time.

There are no leaps and bounds in the progress of the plan, just a step-by-step process.

He stared at an abstract mural hanging in the middle of the wall in front of him, his thoughts erratic, as if thinking of something.

Suddenly, two quill pens floated into the air, and three pieces of parchment were spread out on the long oak table, and they were written separately.

For someone, they are busier than their school life during the holidays now

Malfoy stroked his chin, trying to figure out his tone.

The beginning of one of them read: "Mrs. Maxime... I am... I am at the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries... I hope you can help."

The beginning of the other one is: "Minerva, I am Olim Maxim..."

The beginning of the last letter says: "Dear..."

Just as Malfoy was manipulating a quill pen to write a letter, a quarrel was taking place at Hogwarts thousands of miles away.

It's not so much a quarrel as it is a unilateral accusation.

"Ms. Minerva, we really can't stand it anymore. Unknown evil creatures are devouring our territory." This is the voice of the horseman Firenze, which is very harsh in the room, as if roaring.

His horseshoe stomped on the floor of Professor McGonagall's office like a vent.

"The scope of our residence is getting smaller and smaller, and the pervasive sense of depression is about to drive me and my people crazy." He complained endlessly.

After returning all the students to platform nine and three-quarters safely, Professor McGonagall returned to Hogwarts.

After an unfortunate marriage, she did not remarry. Hogwarts can be regarded as half of her home.

It's just that in her office now, she has to endure the complaints of some forbidden forest dweller.

The anger and impatience on Firenze's handsome face is very different from the gentle and graceful appearance of the past.

The deep sapphire eyes were filled with anxiety and anger.

The students are no longer there, and he doesn't need to cover up. He had to worry about these students before, but now that the students are all gone, he can also fight for reasons.

"I went with you once before. It did have some annoying taste, but we couldn't find the source, Firenze, I also want to help you solve this problem."

"The agreement established by the founders of the school and our ancestors..."

Professor McGonagall seemed very embarrassed and had a headache.

"If we don't solve it anymore, we horsemen will find another way out!" The strong horseshoe smashed the floor fiercely, and Firenze went away angrily.

In the end, the negotiation ended up in an uproarious manner.

In less than two minutes after Firenze left, another new guest was welcomed in Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor McGonagall? Are you there?" Hermione's voice came from outside the door, and she gently buttoned the door, making a bang.

"Please come in." Professor McGonagall said gently.

"Miss Granger, you are very punctual."

"Have you agreed with your parents?"

"Hmm." Hermione's expression was quickly lost for a moment, and then she nodded firmly.

"This is their proof of permission." Her parents' signatures are hung on it. Don't think too much about it, of course it's forged.

Professor McGonagall looked around and nodded.

"Firenze?" Professor McGonagall knocked on the table and suddenly shouted to the door that the horseman who had just left went back in a blink of an eye.

"About that matter, I will deal with it as soon as possible.

"But you have to do me a favor"

"Take her to the Forbidden Forest to feel it."

Firenze's pace was slow along the way so that Hermione could keep up with him.

"Miss Granger, right?"

"You are a friend of the savior Potter. I have the impression." He opened the conversation, and Firenze kept complaining along the way.

And part-time as a free drudgery, using a sickle to cut down some weeds and roads that hinder the progress.

"Be careful not to get scratched by the leaves" he reminded.

"Go away!" The handsome centaur swung his weapon scythe fiercely, and the side of the blade slammed the spider's thick shaggy legs and slapped it away fiercely.

The huge spider was frightened, its thick legs swam back quickly, and its plump body was unusually flexible.

"They have also been dizzy these past few days. They used to be in the depths of the forbidden forest, but now they are all forced to come outside." He just said, and Hermione just listened.

Fine broken stones, muddy paths, trees covering the sky, vast fog, and low visibility.

Since Professor McGonagall calls feeling, then Hermione is also feeling it attentively. Animagus is a kind of animal transformation, which needs to be integrated into nature. .

Weird crawlers crawled across his shoes.

Insects with shells~IndoMTL.com~Smoky mollusks.

Hermione was thankful that she was wearing a pair of boots.

Suddenly, Hermione saw Firenze stop her footsteps, and she stopped too.

At this time, Hermione subconsciously covered her shoulders, and she was surrounded by cold negative emotions, feeling depressed and pained inexplicably.

"You feel it too, right?" Firenze's thick eyebrows picked up vividly.

"This atmosphere is constantly interfering with our astrological activities!"

"Our living environment is further compressed."

"I also know that Minerva has been very busy recently, but my people can't stand it anymore."

"Oh." The centaur patriarch looked very worried. He keenly sensed the uneasy atmosphere in the neighborhood, and more in-depth sniffing told him that the outbreak of war is not far away.