Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 496 The taste of 'jiri' (roasted)
The young wizard had a purple face, shut his mouth tightly, hesitated, covered his stomach, bent over and pouted his buttocks, just refused to speak and leave here,

His hands and arms twisted oddly, as if trying to explain his predicament.

Finally, a gap opened in his mouth, making a sound like a leak.

Harry seemed to hear something like 'can't hold it, danger...'.

But no one understood what it meant.

The tall, fierce-looking wizard behind him couldn't wait any longer.

Angrily, he pushed the young wizard hard, and shouted loudly, "What the hell? Go crazy over there—"

But the voice has not yet fallen,
All the wizards who lined up here heard an extremely strange voice.

Like a balloon leaking.

呲, 呵, 味...

"what sound!"

"What is the taste!"

The tall wizard was very puzzled.

The sound became louder, and an unknown smell pierced everyone's nostrils.

"Who's doing this, what's the smell!"

People complained.

And the young wizard pouted his buttocks with a look of relief and despair.

--puff!

Suddenly a flame spurted out from the wizard's ass, directly igniting the clothes of many wizards in the back row.

--puff!

Another one.

It's like a never-ending fire-breathing machine.

The poor and desperate wizard quickly passed out, and started a different kind of "diagnosis journey" in a posture of half kneeling on the ground with his buttocks facing upwards.

(As the so-called chrysanthemum flamethrower, it is half-dead and half-dead, sour and refreshing taste, whoever sprays it will understand).

A big hole was directly burned in the young wizard's trousers, his butt was split in two, and flames continued to spew out... As a driving force, the wizard was driven to run around in this crowded reception area in this posture.

With a certain recoil force, the flames started to collide randomly with the wizards in the way of Brownian motion.

That smelly flame is consuming almost everything.

The robes of many wizards were set on fire, and they were blackened and smoky.

Scratch your head!

The witches and wizards had their hair and beards singed off.

Fortunately, wizards gathered here, not Muggles, and they quickly cast their magic to suppress the rocket 'bumper car'.

All the flames burning in the reception areas were also extinguished.

However, what was originally just a reception for some strange patients has now directly turned into a place like a refugee camp.

All the blackheads looked disheartened and dejected.

Although most wizards cast their magic in time and protected themselves very well, this indiscriminate disaster still caused a lot of damage.

At least that cheap, tall wizard... didn't have time to react at the first time, was burned by the real 'fart fire', and was scalded... Now he was lying on the spot extremely weak, wailing constantly.

The therapists frantically stabilized the injury while debating which floor to send the patient to.

Some healers thought that he had received some kind of unknown AOE fire damage... It looked like ordinary fire, so it should be dealt with right here on the first floor.

But other wizards think that this is the same injury as being burned by the flames of the fire dragon... It is a kind of biological injury and should be sent to the biological injury department on the second floor for treatment.

But this unlucky guy ended up alright, and for that chrysanthemum flamethrower guy... Harry couldn't even imagine what kind of 'sour' feeling the poor young wizard was going to have right now.

Anyway, that extremely 'strange' smell of 'jiri (grilled) meat' has already filled the entire reception room on the first floor, constantly reminding the wizards present what happened just now.

Let everyone avoid their eyes from touching the extremely tragic 'scene'.

Even the healers pushed back and forth, trying to hand over this extremely rare patient to other people for treatment.

"Pai! This should be from the Department of Biological Injury. Didn't you fight over that patient just now?"

"No, no, this should be a matter of the potion and plant poisoning department... This poor guy must have taken some [fire-breathing potion] made of dragon blood, so he can spray..."

"Is your fire dragon breathing fire from its butt? It must be the effect of a certain spell. It should be transferred to the spell damage department on the fifth floor."

"Bullshit! This looks like scorched buttocks. It should be dealt with on the spot by the Utensil Accident Department on the first floor. Come on, your therapist on the first floor should take on this important task... Come on, take off this guy's broken pants that have been burnt to the point..."

A group of healers in green robes gathered at one side, arguing fiercely, and it was about to have a full-scale martial arts fight, fighting and healing a dragon.

In the end, it was the young wizard who spewed out another burst of flames. He was so frightened that he yelled at the wizards who were watching the fun, forcing these therapists to pinch their noses and float the wizard to the [Trauma Treatment Room] on the other side of the corridor.

After spending half a day, the team lined up again.

In fact, it was also because of the 'smell of pork' in the air after that incident, which made it impossible for many wizards to stay here.

Soon, it was Harry's turn.

Mr. Weasley and Sirius led a few people and lined up in the queue. Only one patient in front could be queued to the consultation office that was already full of scorched marks.

The table in front of the blond witch had become tattered.Fortunately, she cast a protective spell on herself in time to protect the information desk and the notebook on it.

Harry looked at the blackened floor guide:
On the first floor, Artifact Accident Section: explosion of crucible, fire of wand, collision of broom, etc. (I don’t know which therapist added a new line after this-this floor does not accept treatment, any magical accidents that breathe fire!! This should be a matter of the Spell Injury Department, please go directly to the fifth floor!!!)
On the second floor, biological injury department: stings, burns, embedded thorns, fire dragon burn treatment room, and wolf disease countermeasure research room, etc.

On the third floor, Department of Strange Bacterial Infection: dragon pox, vanishing syndrome, lymphatic fungal infection, flesh-eating infection of ghouls, Egyptian black beetle brain-eating worm and other infectious diseases.

Fourth floor, potion and plant poisoning department: skin rash, nausea, laughter, petrification, etc.

Fifth floor, Spell Injury Section: Spells that can’t be removed, wrong ones, imprecise animal transfiguration, damage caused by out-of-control magic power... human body separation caused by apparition, damage caused by evil spells such as the Dementia Curse, Cruciatus Curse, etc.

On the sixth floor, there is a tea room and shop, an internal restaurant, and a storage room for magic tools and potion alchemy experiment equipment.

There is a sentence at the end of the notice board,

- If you don't know how to get there, or have a language barrier, or are a leprechaun... or don't remember why you're here, our receptionists are happy to help.

When Harry was looking at the map on the notice board, the 'tau wizard' in front of Mr. Weasley was restlessly sticking his two sharp horns around...

Especially Mr. Weasley, who was right behind him, and the blond witch at the information desk.

Mr. Weasley, Blake, who had recovered his human form, and the wife of the minotaur wizard took out their wands, trapped the 'tauren' in place with great effort, and formed an iron ring on the nose for the witch to hold, making the minotaur wizard temporarily more obedient.

"Fifth floor! This is caused by Transfiguration."

The blond witch calls in a healer.

After a few glances, he came to the conclusion that he should let this witch take away his tauren husband.

"Next!"

Mr. Weasley walked over to the desk.

"Hi," he said, "I've come to see McGuffin Albert! Was sent to the special care unit the other day... on which floor, can you tell us?"

"McGuffin Albert!?"

The blond witch was casually scanning the patient directory on her desktop, but then realized something, looked up at Mr. Weasley and Sirius, and saw - Harry and the others.

Then her eyes fixed on the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Harry Potter!" the witch gasped out the name softly.

"Oh, the dean told me... the friend of the little wizard will come to visit today, is it you?"

Although the witch tried her best not to show any expression, she wanted to say this in a flat and indifferent tone.

But Harry had already noticed the uncontrollable panic in her heart.

"However, there are still necessary procedures...you must have the consent of Minister Fudge."

Harry hastily handed her the purple note.

"Oh, yes, no problem..." The blond witch tossed and turned, carefully checked the handwriting on the note several times before returning it again.

"On the fifth floor, at the far end on the right...the forbidden room with the Auror handle!!"

When Mr. Weasley was about to turn around and leave, the blond witch looked at them worriedly, with a hesitant expression on his face, and finally reminded, "You guys...be careful!"

Be careful of what?
Sirius Black was baffled by this, Mr. Weasley.

In particular, every healer they met at the reception afterwards stared at them sympathetically.

This made them even more puzzled, and some of them began to panic.

Harry, on the other hand, began to worry about McGuffin's situation again.

Harry and the others followed Mr. Weasley through the double doors and down the narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous therapists.

The eyes of the characters in these portraits are very cold and sharp, as if they are leaving their bodies, which is very uncomfortable.

The eyes of the characters in the portrait stared at them closely, turning slowly as Harry and the others moved.

Especially when there is no window like this, and only the dim crystal magic lamp on the ceiling is used as the lighting light, the place is even more gloomy.

After a few people passed through a door, they came to the corridor of the cross. There were more wizards and witches in green robes here. There were wailing and moaning in pain everywhere. Compared with the smell in the reception room just now, the smell here was more complicated and unpleasant.

From an open door in a certain department, puffs of yellow-green gas kept coming out into the corridor.

It looks very dangerous.

In front of the door of that room, there were many wizards wearing [Bubble Head Curse], wearing dragon leather gloves, and a full set of magic protection leather clothes,
One of them was holding a retort flask as big as a basketball with both hands, and other wizards kept filling the yellow-green gas into it.

Mr. Weasley waited for them to carefully move the retort away from here, then led Harry and the others straight, turned left and left.

After walking for a while, several people came to a spacious lobby... or in front of the stairs.

A large glass curtain wall appeared in front of their eyes.

This is the only window Harry has seen in [St. Mungo's Hospital].

In the middle of the huge oval glass curtain wall stands a huge emblem of crossed bones and wands.

A little further on, there are magic stairs and aerial planks intertwined in the air like vines.

They are not close to the glass curtain wall.

These stairs are twisted and crooked, just like the trails in the mountains, with different sizes, twisted and spread out in all directions, converging, crossing, and finally connecting to the first floor, which is in front of them, like the roots of a big tree.

The wizards in green robes came and went, most of them gathered in small groups and kept shuttling on various floors, stairs, and plank roads.

Most of these small groups are led by one or two older wizards.

"Okay, boys, look which staircase leads to the fifth floor is... look for it!" said Mr. Weasley.

Then, Harry and the others found a slightly wider staircase (signs were erected in front of the staircase to indicate where each corridor leads).

Step up the stairs and go up.

Standing on the unusually complicated staircase, Harry looked at the glass curtain wall next to him. The scene outside was a street full of Muggles.

Soon, they walked along this staircase and came directly to the fifth floor, which was the corridor of the Spell Damage Department.

The patients in the departments behind every door here are very strange.

Previously, the tauren wizard had relatively mild symptoms.

Some heads were separated from their bodies; all kinds of tentacles were scattered all over their bodies; those who turned themselves into mermaids were not bad. Harry also saw a little wizard who was not yet 11 years old and was sent here because of his magic power out of control. ... He inflated his entire right hand into a balloon, which was as big as a table, and it looked like it was about to explode in an instant... The anxious young mother next to her burst into tears.

The healers had to turn the wand into a long hollow needle, carefully poking it into the huge hand to make it slowly fade away.

Hermione was very interested in all of this, and looked around in various departments.

At last they came to the room at the bottom of the passage which the Witch had spoken of.

That's where the McGuffin is.

Outside the middle of this room, in the corridor stood three tall Aurors with ruthless expressions,

Here they hold hands.

Walking in, Harry saw that there was still a brass card hanging on the door.

It says:

Extremely dangerous, the third patient in the Ministry of Magic incident attack, the brain thinking was severely impacted, and the magic disorder was out of control.

Treatment plan: 【Badrin Magic Brain-Rejuvenating Potion】Combined with (Occlumency and Inspiritualization) and other brain development techniques to eliminate messy thoughts and memories.

Responsible Healer:——

Trainee Therapist:—

Harry blinked to make sure he was right.

Mr. Weasley exclaimed angrily, "What's going on? Why isn't the primary healer's name written on—"

As he spoke, he turned the brass handle and opened the door.

Harry was surprised to see that the Aurors stationed at the door of the room immediately drew out their wands, looking at them in a panic as if they were facing an enemy...or at the door.

It seemed that they were not here to guard and protect McGuffin, but to guard him.

These doubts didn't linger in Harry's mind for long.

Then a voice came from the door——

"Is that Harry?"

Very flustered, with a vague sense of relief.

It was a familiar voice, but Harry couldn't make out who it was.

Before Harry could respond, a figure came out immediately and held the door tightly.

Then take a long breath.

It took Harry, Ron, and Hermione a long time to recognize the bald man with a white face and a flustered expression in front of him.

They were so surprised that they almost bit off half of their tongues.

(ヾ) Ah! (ヾ) Ahh! (ヾ)! ! !

"Deng-Deng—Professor Dumbledore??"

(End of this chapter)