Chapter 210 Patient
Half an hour later, Felix and Mrs. Longbottom stood in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store. The big sign of "Closed for Renovation".

Felix was looking through the window at the tattered plastic dummies in front of him, one of the ugliest, with slanted movements, eyelashes glued to her face, and a green nylon dress.

"I guess it's never been opened?" he said affirmatively.

"What nonsense, the Ministry of Magic has put a lot of thought into finding a suitable place." Mrs. Longbottom said absent-mindedly, her hands were tangled together, and she kept kneading the string of the big red pocket in her hand, "Are you really Are you sure, Professor Hype? I've had too many disappointments over the years."

"I can't give an affirmative answer, ma'am. This is a compensation measure that I thought of impromptu. After all, my request may seem... not so close to humanity." Felix said.

Old Madam Longbottom pursed her lips: "The magic riot you mentioned... are you sure there is no danger?"

"Is there any danger in the magic riots of little wizards growing up?" Felix asked back.

Old Mrs. Longbottom said with a serious expression: "You have asked about my blind spot in knowledge. My experience tells me that every little wizard will go through this step. If not, it is worrying. But man-made magic riots..." She shook Shaking his head, it seems incredible.

Felix explained: "Ma'am, it may be that my physique is quite special. I have experienced more than one magic riot myself. Although this process is very uncomfortable, I have also benefited from it.

In fact, I realized its value early on, and also made possible guesses.It's just that this experience belongs to me alone, and there is no other supporting evidence.It wasn't until this summer that I finally came across a very rare example. "

Mrs. Longbottom pursed her lips, "If you can cure... No, I won't ask for more, but I need Dumbledore's presence, and I trust him."

Felix raised the corners of his mouth, "No problem, ma'am."

Old Mrs. Longbottom said to the particularly ugly dummy, "I'm here to see Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom." The dummy nodded slightly and waved to them.

The two then passed through the window glass and entered St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Felix found himself in a waiting room, and looked around with interest: a dozen wizards and witches sat in rickety wooden chairs, while two healers in green robes recorded their symptoms.

On the left front is the information desk, a woman with blond hair is standing behind, and there is a long queue in front of her.Behind the woman is the symbol of St. Mungo's, with crossed wands and bones.

The surrounding walls are covered with portraits of therapists and some taglines.

At this moment, a middle-aged wizard showed his right hand to the therapist. A black kettle was bitten on it, and dark green blood oozes from the wound. He shouted angrily——

"Can't you see - curse, I'm cursed - birthday present sent to me anonymously - don't let me know who! Whoops - this stupid jug -" He kept swinging his arms.

"Don't move, you're shaking so much that I can't see clearly." The young therapist holding a clipboard looked at it carefully for a moment, "You're going to the spell injury department on the fifth floor."

Felix reads the sign: Artifact Accidents - First Floor (exploding cauldron, wand igniting, broom colliding, etc.);
Biological Harm Division - Second Floor (stings, burns, thorns, etc.);
Department of Strange Bacterial Infection——Third Floor (infectious diseases such as dragon pox, vanishing syndrome, lymphatic fungal inflammation);
Pharmacy and Phytotoxicity Section - [-]th Floor (Rash, Nausea, Laughing, etc.);
Spell damage department - fifth floor (spells that cannot be removed, wrong spells, etc.);

Tea Room and Shop - Sixth Floor.

"We're going to the fifth floor," Mrs. Longbottom said to him, and they went up a crooked staircase to the fifth floor landing, past some double-doored wards, until they came upon a long room— —The doors here are all locked.

A therapist with a gold and silver garland on his head came out of the closed ward and greeted with a smile: "Mrs. Longbottom, are you here to visit your family? I'll take you in."

"Thank you, Meliam."

The therapist Meliam recited "Alahoo Cave" and led them into the room, past several beds, and walked to the innermost part—there were two beds enclosed by floral curtains.

She lifted the curtain and said happily, "Frank, Alice, your mother is here to see you again."

Felix saw the Longbottoms for the first time.Both of them were wearing pajamas, their faces were thin and haggard, and their hair was half gray. Neville's father sat on the head of the bed blankly, as if he could sit like this for eternity, rolling his eyes from time to time; Neville's mother reacted more obviously, she Holding a snack bag in his hand, he read it carefully.

The two didn't respond to the therapist's words.

"She was actually just looking at the patterns on it," the therapist said. "Most of the memories have disappeared, you should understand."

"Meliam..." old Mrs. Longbottom said, "can you give us some time?"

"No problem." She closed the curtain and left.

Old Mrs. Longbottom walked to the hospital bed, took Neville's mother's hand, and stroked the dry hair on her head, "This is also one of the aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse. I'm worried that they will age faster than ordinary people. will go ahead of me..."

"If you don't mind, ma'am?" Felix asked softly.

"What, oh, of course, what do I need to do?" the old lady Longbottom asked nervously.

"I don't need anything..." Felix snapped his fingers lightly, and suddenly the world spun, everything in the room was distorted, colors and shapes were entangled, like some kind of abstract painting.

But soon, everything returned to normal, no, not normal, Felix looked serious, and he tried to pull Neville's father into the thinking cabin, and he did partially -

In the half of the space that belongs to him, there is no problem at all, but in the other half, there is nothing but a broken world: in his sight, there is a quiet black like the starry sky of the universe, darker than the thickest ink, and a large piece of memory Hanging in the air, they are fragmented, like a curtain that has been completely torn.

Felix stood at the edge of the room, looking at this extremely weird scene, the misty fluorescent light flashed sporadic images from time to time, there were men and women——

A baby with a small round face, old Mrs. Longbottom, with some vicious faces, Dumbledore, an ugly man with fake eyes, Lupine, a man who looked a lot like a grown-up Potter...

The one who appeared the most was a woman with a round, friendly face. She looked very young, and her eyes were very gentle. Even though her appearance had changed, Felix still recognized her at a glance——Alice Longbottom , sitting on the bed next to him.

(End of this chapter)

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