Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 924: Muggles in St. Mangori
"Let let! Let's let...oh, this hapless guy looks like he has lost his soul!"
When little Victor followed to the first floor of St. Mungo, he was immediately jumped off by the busy scene inside—seriously, he had never seen so many strange patients.
Yes, there are patients who are dancing and dancing, there are also patients who are crying, and there are even patients with colorful mushrooms on their heads and bubbles in their mouths.
Of course, due to the many chaos outside, the most people in this waiting room at the moment are the injuries suffered by monsters like Freina and Kingsley.
Little Victor heard the noise of "borrowing" and "letting" and so on, so he subconsciously took two steps forward, so as not to block the few people who used the door panels to carry the wounded by.
And then, he carried Freina on his back and scanned the waiting room for a few times, and soon found the sign standing by the waiting bench:
"If you don’t know which subject to go to, cannot speak normally, or don’t remember why you came here, our receptionist is willing to help!"
There is also a striking red arrow drawn under the sign, pointing straight to the information desk at the other end of the waiting room.
Little Victor was stunned, and was about to go over there to ask clearly--even though he saw Sirius had gone to the stairs with Kingsley on his back, Freina’s symptoms were obviously different from the other side. It's better to ask.
But before he took a few steps there, Sirius, who had already been up the stairs, suddenly shouted at this side.
"Come here directly! You, like me, should go to the fifth floor!"
Little Victor heard the words and hesitated to glance at the blonde witch behind the counter at the information desk. Then he rushed towards the stairs with Freina on his back.
Before ascending the stairs, he also glanced at the schematic diagram of the department on the floor hanging on the wall.
"Fifth floor...'Curse Injury Division'?"
Based on his superficial knowledge of magic, he didn't know if it was right or wrong. So he just glanced at it out of habit, and kept walking up the stairs under his feet.
To be honest, Freina is not tall, and it stands to reason that she is a little thinner. But even though little Victor looks big and big, he is all puffy.
For him, climbing the fifth floor with one's own back is really a bit difficult for him.
"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
After climbing a floor and a half, little Victor had to stop and breathe. While breathing hard, he glanced upstairs with some exhaustion, then shook his head helplessly.
As for Sirius, it would be great for the guy to remind him, naturally it is impossible to stop and wait for him. At this moment, it is estimated that Kingsley had been carrying Kingsley to see the therapist.
"The child never carried her back when she grew up, and I don't know if she is so heavy..."
When he thinks of his soon adult child, little Victor becomes more and more worried about his family, but this seems to give him more strength.
Seeing that he took a sharp breath and adjusted Freina's posture behind her, she was about to continue walking up.
But at that moment, the broomstick he used as a backrest rolled in his hand, which brought him a "good idea".
……
"Flying broomsticks are not allowed indoors! Come down to me—"
Little Victor, with Freina on his back, sat sideways on the broom, dangling up the stairs, leaning on his side.
It's easy to hit people if you do this, especially today St Mungo is very crowded. When he flew like this, many patients immediately bowed their heads and avoided.
When a therapist in a green robe was also taken aback by him, he immediately followed behind him and yelled at him.
However, Little Victor didn't want to stop at all.
"This...er, this lady...I really can't climb with the patient on my back. There are still several floors! You can let it go up like this..."
"Won't you go and get a stretcher first? You ate the floating spell?"
"Oh... float, float spell? Can it fly like this broom?"
"I don't know the floating spell? What are you talking about! You think you are a Muggle!"
"Ah! Yeah... I really seem to be that... ‘Muggle’? Yes, someone told me..."
"So you are the patient!"
It's different to be able to fly.
On this staircase full of people, the therapist couldn't catch up with the little Victor flying above everyone. But the latter didn't dare to fly too fast in this room, so that the two of them just chatted all the way with you asking and answering.
It wasn't until little Victor finally reached the fifth floor of St. Mungo that he was grabbed by the healer's aunt at the back of the broomstick.
"Hey--"
When she was so dragged by her, little Victor shook suddenly and almost fell off the broom.
"Wait! The **** my back is hurt. I'll be fine if I fell. Don't fall her too."
……
At the same time, Sirius on the other side had already brought Kingsley into the ward.
They are now Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and Kingsley is the head of the Auror office. In the current crisis, they have the privilege of priority treatment, and they can go directly in for medical examinations by showing their identification.
At this moment, Kingsley was already lying on the white hospital bed. The gray-black flame still attached to his shoulders, and the terrible pain made his forehead full of cold sweat.
Sirius called him a few more times, but Kingsley didn't have the energy to respond.
"How did Mr. Shaker hurt?"
On the other side of the bed, the therapist who followed was frowning and staring suspiciously at the flame on Kingsley's back shoulder.
He found that this kind of flame was very peculiar. Although it had long been rubbed against the quilt on the hospital bed, it seemed to have no burning ability at all. Not to mention the quilt, even Kingsley's clothes were not damaged in the slightest.
"Mr. Polk," Sirius said immediately, "you know, danger is happening outside. There are many strange creatures that look like dementors attacking wizards and Muggles everywhere..."
"You mean, this magic flame is also made by those monsters?" The healer Polk frowned tighter when he heard it. "I said, you should go to the Biological Injury Department on the second floor-today The patients injured by the monster are all in Smesyk!"
He said while still thinking:
No wonder this flame is so familiar. It turned out to be seen when passing by the ward on the second floor.
When Sirius saw the other party, he wanted to take Kingsley to the second floor, and quickly explained:
"No, no, Pok therapist-although his injury came from the hands of those monsters, I think it's more like a symptom of a Heart Drilling Curse!"
"Look carefully, I think he is enduring some kind of great pain..." He said that, pointing to Kingsley's distorted expression again, "You know, Auror's In the advanced training course, there is a superficial endurance project of the piercing mantra. As a therapist of the curse injury department, you should be very familiar with it!"
Pock heard him say this and immediately shook his head.
"Ms. Straw has been sending the therapist missions over the years. I don't know what the people who train with the drill spells look like!"
Although he muttered so much, he still looked at Kingsley on the bed again according to Sirius's statement.
Because Kingsley was lying on his stomach, he didn't see his face just now. But when I look at it now, I find that there is something wrong with the other person's expression.
If you are injured, it is natural to endure the pain, but it is not too common for a trained Auror to suffer like this.
"Tsk...what kind of flame is this?"
As a therapist, Polk’s medical ethics is actually not high. He works at St. Mungo purely for the sake of living.
In any case, he was admitted to the job after passing examinations and screenings. In terms of his level, he would never be much worse than other colleagues.
But again, since he can work in St. Mungo, a magical hospital with some reputation in the world of magic, he will naturally not be lacking in ability.
"Heart drill...you wait a moment, I'll get the tools."
After that, Sirius watched him and walked hurriedly toward the door, and in a blink of an eye he left the ward. And immediately after that, another figure appeared at the door.
"Oh! You are here—" "Crack!"
The visitor is little Victor~IndoMTL.com~ He got rid of that therapist aunt, and then he found this place one by one along the corridor on the fifth floor.
Just when he was about to walk in, the broom under Freina’s buttocks staggered him out of the door, making him staggered and almost sitting down in the hallway. .
"Gosh! Your wizard's hospital is really messy, it's noisy everywhere, my head is a little dizzy..."
Little Victor crossed his body, carried Freina on his back to the ward, and put her on the bed next to Kingsley, talking to himself.
When the girl who was still in absent-mindedness was settled, he held on to the edge of the bed and gasped again--this time, he was really exhausted!
Sirius didn't care about him, he just glanced at Freina one more time, and then he lowered his head and called Kingsley's name again.
But not long after, a voice rang from the door of the ward again.
"Why is there one more?"
Little Victor turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw Polk appearing at the door, he hurriedly supported the edge of the bed and straightened his waist.
"Are you a doctor? Come and see her...she has something wrong..."
"'Doctor'? Do you think I am like a Muggle murderer who likes to cut open human belly?" Polk said loudly, "What do you mean?"
No matter how he doesn't understand the common sense of the wizarding world, little Victor can see it-what he said just now seems to offend the wizard doctor.
However... Maca and Freina never taught him about this!
"Oh, don't be angry... I mean, you must be a very good... Uh, doctor of magic?"
"Get out!"
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