Hogwarts from another world

The wards of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are now filled with a festive atmosphere.

Holly hung at the door, and beautiful Christmas trees covered with magic snow shone in every corner of the house, with a twinkling gold star on the top of each Christmas tree...

Matthew Wakefield has been here for a week.

Strictly speaking, Matthew was not injured at all, just slightly out of strength...

Under normal circumstances, he only needs to go to the school hospital and stay for a day or two, and the school doctor Madam Pomfrey can completely cure him...

However, due to the "accident" at Hogwarts, Matthew could no longer stay there... He had to be sent to St. Mungo's to receive a slow and leisurely diagnosis from therapists in green robes.

"We must conduct the most comprehensive and systematic testing..." said the blond therapist responsible for Matthew's treatment, "to avoid any problems...so I suggest you stay here for one or two more hospitalizations for observation." This week...Professor Rosier warned me!"

So, I guess he will spend Christmas here this year.

This actually doesn't matter. After all, after the "fall" of Hogwarts, I was actually "homeless", so I wouldn't want to spend Christmas anywhere else.

It feels good to enjoy "publicly funded medical care", but it is a bit of a waste of public medical resources.

……

Matthew walked along the corridor carelessly——

Portraits of famous therapists line the hallways, and crystal bubbles holding candles float to the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles.

At each door, wizards in green robes came in and out (green robes are the standard attire for St. Mungo's healers).

He saw a row of wizards and witches sitting on rickety wooden chairs. Some looked normal, reading out-of-date copies of "The Quibbler"; others had horrific deformities, such as elephant trunks or pig tails. , or maybe an extra hand grew out of the chest...

It was not much quieter inside than in the corridor, for there were many patients making very strange noises.

When Matthew passed by a ward, he found a sweaty witch in the middle of the front row fanning a copy of the Daily Prophet, making a sharp whistle and spitting steam; a sloppy wizard in the corner The movement was like a bell, and with each ring his head shook horribly, and he had to hold his ears to steady it; while in another ward, a young wizard was dancing with a strange quick step. Dance, he took turns dancing with his two feet, as if he were standing on hot coals...

Everything was very strange.

If you are coming to St. Mungo's for the first time, you may find this very interesting; however, if you stay for a long time, this kind of life will be very painful, and you will have nothing to do all day long.

Matthew walked through a series of double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a portrait of a grim-looking therapist hanging on the wall.

As he climbed the stairs, the therapists shouted at him...

"Haunted!" shouted one of the therapists, chasing Matthew for six full frames, pushing aside the subject of those words.

"Oh?" Matthew stopped, blinked, and asked, "What is that?"

"A female ghost full of resentment is clinging to you..." The ugly therapist said mysteriously: "You can only take the liver of a toad and stick it to your throat. When you are naked, stand in a bucket of eels. Only then can she be expelled..."

Matthew was very interested in this, and he was just about to ask something else——

"Don't believe the lies about these portraits, kid!" A kind-hearted therapist with a gold and silver garland on her head walked over quickly. She waved a feather duster at the portraits viciously, "Get out of here and stop attacking the patients." Spread rumors!"

The healers in the portraits fled.

The witch turned around and smiled at Matthew: "Don't believe what they say. These bad guys were nervous when they were alive, and their portraits are restless after death... My dear, where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to the top of the building and breathe some fresh air..." Matthew answered honestly.

"Then come with me, I'll take you there..." the female therapist said very kindly.

Following the other party, Matthew broke through several more double doors and walked up several stairs.

"Is there anything else you need my help with, dear?" the female therapist asked gently.

"No, ma'am..." Matthew quickly shook his head.

……

When we reached the top of the building, we could finally smell the fresh air.

To be honest, the smell and noisy environment in St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry was too torturous.

Although it's a little cold on the rooftop, I can only endure it now.

Matthew took out a folded copy of the Daily Prophet from his pocket. Under the winter sunshine, he began to read the newspaper with some "shivering"——

The news of the Centaur riot was not concealed, which was just as Matthew expected... After all, so many Hogwarts students were forced to evacuate, and it would be too difficult to conceal this situation.

However, regarding the news about the "fall" of Hogwarts, the "Daily Prophet" was a little vague.

Overall, newspapers don’t have much valuable content.

Matthew is actually very curious about the truth about this centaurs riot...

To be fair, even if all the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest came out in full force - this is impossible, Matthew believes that only a small number of radical centaurs participated in this riot, and most centaurs are not so stupid... Hogwart Ci will not be reduced to the point of abandoning school and running away.

Hogwarts has experienced teachers and powerful protective magic. At this stage, it even has the help of the Ministry of Magic, and there are some Aurors and Dementors resident...

In addition, the castle of Hogwarts was originally prepared for war and was a fortress in itself. The complex stairs and countless secret passages leading outside the castle are enough to prove this.

Under such circumstances, it was hard for Matthew to imagine that Hogwarts would be completely defeated because of the riots of a small group of centaurs.

So, is there any conspiracy here?

What role did Gellert Grindelwald play in this Centaur uprising?

In addition, the Order of the Phoenix's behavior of inciting the centaurs to riot also puzzled Matthew...

The Order of the Phoenix has been in contact with the centaurs for a year, and we had heard about it more than a year ago... At that time, Professor Kettleburn bluntly stated in front of the centaurs that the centaurs had been having a relationship with the hybrid giant Rubeus Hagrid. connect……

But this kind of "riot" that is completely mindless and will not produce any value is completely unlike the style of the Order of the Phoenix... If they really only have this ability, why did they secretly fight against Grindelwald for five full years? What about more than ten years?

Breathing in the fresh air, Matthew's brain gradually became clearer.

It's a pity that he has too little information about these matters, so he still can't guess clearly...

A cold wind suddenly blew through——

Matthew couldn't help but shudder.

The weather is too cold. In such a cold winter, you really can't stay outside for too long.

Matthew shiveringly folded the Daily Prophet, put it back in his pocket, and then started to return along the original path.

……

The hospital is naturally much warmer, but you have to face the noisy sounds and various pungent smells.

When passing by the previous staircase again, Matthew specifically took another look at the portrait wall, looking at the portraits of the ferocious-looking therapists hanging on the wall——

Only this time, he didn't find the ugly therapist who said he was "haunted by evil spirits".

The remaining healers saw that they were noticed and swarmed over.

They yelled, diagnosed many strange diseases for Matthew, and came up with all kinds of terrible treatments.

Matthew ignored them and continued walking towards his ward.

When Matthew passed by a small and dark ward, he was almost startled by the portrait of a sinister wizard on the side. It read: Urquhart Laharro (1612-1697), Gut-Eviscerating Curse. inventor.

The Gut-Evisceration Curse...doesn't sound like a fun spell.

Matthew glanced into the ward——

There are three beds inside.

A pale man was lying in the corner, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, looking completely despairing.

A young woman's wrist was bleeding, and several therapists were trying their best to stop her bleeding...

There is another bed that is empty.

This ward was a little scary, so Matthew quickly walked faster.

But not far ahead, Matthew suddenly saw a slightly familiar figure from behind——

"Professor Snape?" Matthew exclaimed.

Thin face, slightly long nose, and slightly pale complexion.

It was indeed the "Severus Snape" whom Matthew was familiar with. He turned around, slightly shocked.

"Wakefield..." he said softly, seeming a little embarrassed in his words, "Oh, nice to see you..."

"Why are you here?" Matthew asked curiously.

"I just came to visit a friend, um..." Professor "Snape" said absentmindedly, "By the way, how is your health... I heard Professor Rosier talk about you, you It seems to be seriously injured..."

"No, it's not serious at all," Matthew replied calmly, "I feel like I can be discharged from the hospital at any time..."

"Okay..." Professor "Snape" looked a little guilty.

"How is Hogwarts now?" Matthew asked with some concern.

Although this "Severus Snape" behaved a little abnormally, he still wanted to get information related to Hogwarts from the other party.

"Don't worry... Hogwarts is fine... You can go back after the Christmas holidays..." "Severus Snape" said casually.

Soon, he made an excuse and left in a hurry.

……

A few minutes later Matthew Wakefield returned to his hospital bed.

I was still recalling the strange behavior of "Severus Snape" in my mind... He looked like a thief who had been caught stealing things, very guilty and nervous... Of course, a It is naturally impossible for a Hogwarts professor to become a thief. This is just an assumption.

The blonde therapist in charge of Matthew's treatment suddenly came over. She asked loudly: "Is Matthew Wakefield here?"

"Here!" Matthew quickly raised his hand.

"Someone is here to visit you!" The therapist pointed to the door.

Matthew was a little confused, was it Hermione... or Neville... The two of them left St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies after Matthew woke up. Hermione now lives in Diagon Alley, while Neville has returned. Gone home.

Just then, a bald old man who was as fat as a walrus walked in swaggering——

"Oh, Matthew, my boy!" he said eagerly, "I've come to see you!"

"Professor Slughorn!" Matthew tried to get up from the hospital bed.

"There's no need for this, kid... you have a good rest!" Slughorn held him down and shook his head at Matthew.

"Okay..." Matthew had to submit.

"Look what good things I brought you..." Professor Slughorn said enthusiastically, "Look, this is fresh pineapple preserves, Two Broomsticks' mead, and syrup pie... …I know you won’t be able to eat these delicious things at St. Mungo’s…”

"Patients should not eat anything that is too sweet or too exciting..." the blond therapist on the side said coldly.

Slughorn was stunned for a moment, and placed the large bag of things on the bedside.

"Okay...when you recover..."

"I've almost recovered, Professor." Matthew said quickly.

"Still in the observation period..." the blond therapist on the side corrected.

She seemed to have something else to do, and quickly turned around and left to do some work, which made Matthew sigh in relief.

"Thank you very much for your concern, Professor Slughorn!" He quickly became serious and apologized to his dean.

"This is natural. After all, you are my students!" Slughorn said with a smile, and then he began to exhort with a kind face, "Remember to follow the doctor's instructions and get well soon..."

The teacher and student just exchanged a few words.

They soon talked about Hogwarts again -

"How is the situation at Hogwarts now, Professor?" Matthew blinked and asked.

"Hey!" Horace Slughorn sighed, "Hogwarts is still in the hands of those centaurs. Not only the castle, but the entire campus has been occupied by them... We don't know when Only then can I go back..."

Matthew was stunned. This seemed to be somewhat different from what Professor "Snape" said before.

"Fortunately, the centaurs still follow their traditions...Draco and the others were released..." Slughorn shook his head, "Poor Draco, poor child...he is here After staying with the centaurs tribe for a few days, they almost lost their human form..."

"Draco was also sent to St. Mungo's?" Matthew was suddenly curious.

"No, he was not injured, so he went home to rest," Slughorn said.

"Visiting hours are over!" Just then, the blond therapist appeared again.

"Get some rest, Matthew!" Slughorn said at last.

"Thank you, Professor!"