I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 202 St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Shopping with girls is definitely an extremely painful thing.

Owen didn't know about the others, but he was really uncomfortable.

It's also strange, before he went back and forth in the Forbidden Forest all night, and it was still a mountain road, or there was no road at all.I didn't feel tired either.

But as soon as he stepped into the mall, he felt pain in his back and hands and cramps within a few steps.

With green eyes, I just want to find a seat to sit down.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that all the four of them seemed to be in high spirits except him.

Hermione didn't need to say more.

She looked around in several men's clothing stores, too, and Professor Lupine's robes were so tattered that anyone would have thought he needed a new one.

as for harry

He was more excited than Hermione's, after all the Dursleys wouldn't take him to the mall.

The dazzling array of commodities around him has a fatal attraction for him.

It's not that he wants to buy it, but he's curious. Those colorful ones are very eye-catching. At least in terms of advertising, Muggles can beat wizards by a dozen blocks.

Ron's situation looked similar to Harry's.

As for Sirius—what a coincidence, a motorcycle show was being held on the first floor of the mall.

To be precise, it is not an ordinary road motorcycle, but a track sports car show.

Maybe they are going to hold the Tour de France~

"Why did it only take half an hour, obviously I feel that at least half a day has passed."

After walking out of the mall.

Owen couldn't help but complain.

Hermione was carrying many bags, in addition to the things she had bought for Professor Lupin.And some girly stuff.

Owen estimated that those should have been bought by Lavender.

Although the relationship between the two of them is not very good, they always share the same dormitory.

"It's also time to change the time switch back, so that it won't feel slow." Hermione glared at him, and then reminded.

"That's an extremely dangerous magic item, you shouldn't keep it."

"The things that go into my pocket are mine. Besides, who gave it to me? It's Fudge, let him ask for it~~~" Owen brushed the broken hair in front of his eyes, raised his head, and looked proudly. look like.

"You~~" Hermione frowned, "Professor Dumbledore just forgot to ask you for it during this time, wait~~~"

She was about to speak.

But Owen was very fast. He suddenly held Hermione's ear and whispered a few words softly.

"Ahem~~~" She suddenly seemed to have choked on something, "How can someone as smart as Professor Dumbledore forget such an important thing, he——should be acquiescing."

Then she murmured softly: "I want [-]!"

"Of course, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard, his wisdom is unfathomable."

"No way, four hours a day!" Owen whispered in response.

"But, after all, he is old. I think it would be better for me to remind the professor and confirm this matter!" Hermione said, "At least for a day."

"He's been very busy recently. Something happened at the Federation. You won't be able to see him." Owen said, "Don't push yourself too hard, Miss Granger, five hours."

"Then I will write to Professor McGonagall. She will definitely take care of it."

"day and a half!"

"???" Owen turned his head and gave her a high look. Does the bargaining come with a temporary price increase?

You are not following the rules!

"I bet a Gallon that you won't have time to write the letter."

"Oh~ I don't believe it." Hermione looked at him with a half-smile, "Maybe I've finished writing it?"

"Huh? When?"

"A few days ago!" She glared at Owen triumphantly, as if she had predicted all this.

"Awesome!" The corner of Owen's mouth twitched slightly. Miss Hermione's growth rate was rapid after being constantly pressured by him, a stressed boy. In the original book, at least she did not show this kind of black-bellied mind until she was in the fifth and sixth grades.

Only in third grade now

"One day, I reached my limit." He whispered.

"A deal!" she said.

"Hehe—sly Granger."

"Each each other."

Walked a few more blocks.

On the way, under the puzzled eyes of Harry and the others, Owen and Hermione had finished arguing with each other on the issue of time converters.

Overall, a good result.

After all, it's useless to put that thing in his place, and he won't go to class like Hermione's sudden death.

It's okay to give her a day.

At the corner, they bought some more fruit.

And when they move on again.

Suddenly there were fewer people around.

That feeling is quite abrupt.It was as if they had passed through a curtain.

The surrounding houses have also undergone dramatic changes.

From flashing neon lights to runaway abandoned buildings.

"Where's St. Mungo's Hospital?" Harry looked around curiously. "Why don't we just Apparate in?"

"People did this when the hospital was first established, but as the number of patients gradually increased, the Ministry of Magic banned apparition in the hospital, which is prone to accidents." Sirius explained, "As for the location, we are now Standing in front of the hospital."

"Hospital?"

Harry looked around curiously.

In the distance, from the outside, this is an old-fashioned red brick department store.

There is a "Closed for Renovation" sign on the door.Other than that, he didn't find any traces of 'magic'.

They moved on.

In front of the department store, he stopped near a particularly ugly doll in the guard booth.

Finally, Harry noticed something strange.

That doll - it looks so magical.

Sirius leaned closer to the display window and looked up at the ugly dummy, his breath blurring the glass.

"Hello, we've come to visit Lupin. Remus John Lupin."

After hearing the sound, the puppet nodded slightly and moved its connected fingers.

In the next second, they seemed to have passed through a layer of cold water, and immediately entered a warm and dry room.

There was no trace of the ugly doll or where it stood, and they entered St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

The next second, the surrounding environment returned to sight.

The young wizards found themselves in a crowded waiting room.

Rows of wizards and witches sat on rickety wooden chairs. Some looked normal, but seemed not to be in good spirits. Others looked very obvious, with terrible deformities on their bodies, with elephant trunks or An extra hand grew out of his chest.

Wizarding hospitals seemed no different than Muggle hospitals.

The bustle was filled with screams and strange sounds, noisy and boring.

In other words, the wizard's hospital was originally built according to the Muggle hospital.

All kinds of departments, systems and so on are simply copied intact.

Owen and Harry looked around curiously.

Harry lived in a Muggle family and had never seen this before.

Owen hasn't seen it either. Normally, he usually sends others in, but he has never come in.

The hall was clearly divided into two parts. On the one side were the poor wizards who had been disabled by various transfiguration techniques. Take the witch with a blushing face and an inflated head like a balloon as an example. She kept waving her fan because her Water vapor and whistles are constantly coming out of the ears, and there is a sloppy wizard in the right corner. One of his arms is integrated with the clock, and every time he moves, he will make a 'dang dang' sound.

Sitting in the corner, he had no choice but to hold his arm tightly to prevent her from making any noise.

On the other side, on the right side of the hall, it was deathly quiet.

There were all kinds of wizards sitting on the rows of seats.

They look normal, with all the parts on them.

But the expression on his face was even sadder than the one on the other side.

"They." Hermione opened her mouth. As smart as she was, she understood everything in an instant.

"They are all relatives and friends of the wizard who was injured in the Battle of Hogsmeade." Sirius said leisurely.

Hearing the sound, the little wizards nodded slightly.

In the silent loneliness, some kind of subtle murmur came.

"Merlin bless!"

"Merlin! Please save him!"

"Merlin, please keep him safe."

"The walls of the hospital have seen the most tears and the most devout prayers." Owen said suddenly.

Everyone was a little silent.

The haze of war showed its bloody scene without hesitation at this moment.

As she said that, suddenly a witch in a green robe rushed over from the corridor beside her. The badge embroidered on her chest was a cross made of a magic wand and bones.Holding a piece of parchment in hand.

"Look at those people, are they doctors?" Harry asked softly.

"That's what Muggle hospitals say, and it's called a healer here." Hermione replied, "You need to get very good results in the advanced wizard level test to become this profession. As far as I know, at least get Certificates in Potions, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, Potions, then I guess I'm dead, Snape won't let me pass!" Harry said, "But you're sure to be all right, Hermione!"

"Me? I don't want to be a healer. It's a heavy responsibility. I'm rough and unsuitable. Most wizards who become healers come from Hufflepuff School." Hermione glanced up at Owen.

"You are a stereotype!" Owen resisted, "But you are indeed not suitable to be a therapist. You should be the Minister of Magic."

While they were chatting, the witch had already walked up to an old woman.

She whispered something and handed her the parchment in her hand.

Then a sad wailing sound came from the entire hall~

The wizards who were also silent around trembled.

They stared at the dark corridor with devilish eyes.

Many people have shed tears along with the wailing.

The voice upset Owen, and Hermione's eyes turned red.

Obviously, Merlin didn't show his mercy, he took away an innocent mother's child.

Everyone withdrew their eyes and stopped watching the heart-wrenching scene.

Then he looked at the indicator and read the words on it: Department of Artifact Accidents, first floor; Department of Biological Injury, second floor; Department of Strange Bacteria, third floor; Department of Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning, fourth floor; ; tea room and shop, sixth floor.

"Go to the fifth floor. The wounded and sick from the Hogsmeade battle are all on the fifth floor."

"They created a separate area."

Sirius led the group through a double door and down a narrow corridor.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with portraits of famous therapists, and crystal bubbles containing candles float from the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles.

"Oh! It's you! Owen."

One of the portraits spoke unexpectedly.

It was a man with long curly silver hair and a friendly look.

The portrait frame is marked, Delise Derwent, Healer of St. Mungo's (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768).

As the most famous principal, she has a high reputation in history, and her portraits are displayed on many important occasions.

Deventer is a very sweet person, and when you meet her in the school hallway, she will always say hello to the students, help the new students with directions and so on.

Her portrait naturally appears in the principal's office, and as a frequent visitor in the office, she is known to almost all portraits of the principal.

"I wouldn't want to come to the hospital if I could. Headmaster Deventer."

"Yes, no one likes to go to the hospital." She sighed, "The trauma left by war is greater than we imagined, not only physically, but also mentally."

"You're right." Owen nodded.

After a few people nodded towards the respected old principal, they climbed the stairs and walked into the Spell Injury Department.

As soon as he entered the floor, Ron put his head into the arms of a wizard in a green robe.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" The wizard said hurriedly, passed through them, and disappeared to the corner of the stairs.

"A lot of people." Hermione poked her head out and looked at the crowded corridor.

Both sides are full of doctors dressed in green, but more are ordinary people from ordinary wizard families.

Their relatives or friends may be in a certain ward.

Everyone continued to follow Sirius, and within a few steps, Owen heard the familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley.

She seemed to be complaining about something.

The next second everyone walked into the ward.

"Oh! Oh my God, you're here."

Mrs. Weasley put the pumpkin porridge in her hand on the table beside the hospital bed.

Then actually, gave each of their little wizards a hug.

"It's nice to see you guys," she said.

"My door is full of weepers these days - I'm afraid." Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry feelingly.

Harry had once again groomed Voldemort with news that Ron had written to tell her.

In the heart of the traditional witch, it was the fabled savior who saved them all again.

"Okay, Molly." Sirius greeted her with a smile.

It was obvious that they had known each other before and were very familiar with each other.

This made Owen a little bit, because Mr. Weasley was not a founding member of the Order of the Phoenix.

He only joined the Order of the Phoenix during the Second Wizarding War.

And he and Sirius are also much different in age.Probably not from school.

"Isn't everything okay?" he said.

Then he turned his attention to Professor Lupine on the bed.

In fact, Owen noticed Professor Lupine on the bed as soon as he entered the door.

His two eyes turned quickly, and the muscles in his cheeks could twist normally, but his lower body couldn't move, or he was unconscious.

Because he noticed that there were a few drops of pumpkin porridge on Professor Lupine's poor left hand, and the skin was scalded with red spots, but he didn't respond.

He walked up and wiped off the few drops of stains with a towel hanging by the bed, "What does that feel like?"

"Did you die?" Professor Lupine looked at him gently, "It's like entering a dreamland and stepping through a door in a daze."

"Thank you for saving me." Owen looked at his face sincerely, "If I could have been more cautious at that time."

"There are no ifs, Owen." Lupine said, "Everyone makes mistakes, not to mention you are only 14 years old. The key is whether we can learn from our mistakes and not fall on the same mistake twice."

The professor turned his head with difficulty, this was the most he could do, and looked at him with shining eyes, "I just did something that every professor would do, I believe, every Hogwarts All the professors do that.”

"Even Snape."

"The slug?" Sirius laughed at Professor Lupine's words. "I guess he will hide away, lest the monster scrape a drop of oil from his head."

On the other side, Ron also nodded empathetically, making him believe that Snape would try his best to protect him, it would be better to let him believe that Muggles can go to the moon!

"Yes, Snape would never do that in the castle."

"Ronald!" A sudden roar of the east lion made Ron tremble all over, "How dare you slander your professor like that, you uneducated child."

Mrs. Weasley flew into a rage.

She glared at Ron and yelled.

At this time, she looked like an iron tower, taller than Sirius, and her majestic momentum made everyone in the ward tremble.

"Okay, Molly." Professor Lupine stopped him.

"Although Severus always seems to be mean and mean, I know him and he will stand up, just like everyone else."

"Besides, this injury is not necessarily a bad thing." He said.

Suddenly he blinked at Sirius.

His eyes glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

In an instant, Sirius understood what Lupine meant.

Owen looked at the two of them and quickly began to make calculations in his heart.

His astronomy is not bad, and he can easily calculate that the full moon in January this year should be around January 1.

And now there are still 19 days until that day.

Nineteen days, maybe Professor Lupine's health will get better by then, and his identity as a werewolf will not be exposed.

Everyone continued to chat.

"Merry Christmas Professor."

Then everyone put the prepared Christmas presents on the table by Professor Lupine's window.

"Happy New Year." Professor Lupine responded with a smile.

Harry gave him a hat.

Ron gave the professor a cloak.

What about Hermione—she borrowed Owen's money, but there was nothing she could do. The clothes in that mall were all high-end goods.

With only 340 pounds left for her whole body, she can afford half a sleeve.

She had no choice but to borrow money from Owen.

Two thousand pounds for a suit.

is really expensive!

As for Owen, he produced a small package full of bottles and jars.

Professor Lupine will know what those are when he opens them.