HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

The researchers who had been cheering because the first month's production research plan was fully completed all fell silent.

Everyone looked unhappy, and Augustus's face suddenly lost all its color!

"How could it be... I will never poison milk again..." He murmured, "What about St. Mungo's, what about Hippocrates?"

He stood up and walked towards the fireplace, as if he wanted to go to St. Mungo's immediately to find out what was going on.

But he realized that the Floo Network here had been temporarily cut off.

Crocker walked over, put his arm around his shoulder in silence, and pushed Augustus back into his seat.

Augustus was seen breathing rapidly, pressing his heart, and looking extremely painful.

Everyone present knew his anxiety.

Augustus has been working at St. Mungo's since graduating from Hogwarts. Because his head is full of "weird ideas" about Muggle complementary medicine, no therapist is optimistic about his development.

But his mentor Hippocrates accepted him into his ward, made him a trainee therapist there, and even acquiesced in his attempts at many Muggle therapies with the patients' consent.

St. Mungo's was suddenly attacked this time, and the lives of the people there were in danger. This made Augustus extremely anxious and he wanted to rush over and join the battlefield.

"Calm down." Jian Yu forced Augustus, who was so excited that he was about to have a heart attack, to take a nitroglycerin tablet and analyzed, "St. Mungo's Hospital has special Aurors and its own security protection. They should be equipped with our anti-curse clothing. Even if it is a group of elite Death Eaters, they should be able to fight."

Augustus took two deep breaths. His expression did not improve, but became even more nervous:

"Merlin's beard - if I had known I wouldn't have sneaked around doing chemistry during work hours. If I had focused more on my research, would the anti-curse vestment have been able to add a special counter-spell to the Evisceration Curse? Would my dear Professor Hippocrates' internal organs have been ripped out by the Death Eaters -"

I wonder if Hippocrates, who was far away in St. Mungo's, would be so angry that he would vomit his stomach if he listened to what his good student said.

Jian Yu secretly noted this and made a note of his attendance award.

"Think about it," she said, trying to make him feel better. "The Evisceration Curse is your unique skill. Besides, the Death Eaters have a goal. It is likely that they want to capture Umbridge who was admitted to the hospital a few days ago. Rather than killing people in St. Mungo's, they need to complete their master's mission."

But after listening to her analysis, Augustus became even more horrified—

"No, you don't know. Umbridge is a patient of Hippocrates! She was attacked by Death Eaters some time ago and was sent to the Cursed Injury Department, but because there were not enough beds there, she had to be temporarily transferred to our Biological Injury Department - it's over -"

He looked completely devastated, and he stood up and rushed out the door:

"Hippocrates is just a weak healer. How can the fragile healers in our hospital resist the black magic of those berserkers—"

Jian Yu had to cast a stunning spell on him so that Augustus could calm down in his sleep.

Although Augustus is a weak and fragile healer who is easily flammable and explosive, she is not.

After being stuck in the laboratory for a month, she decided to go to St. Mungo's for some fresh air. While bringing back Hippocrates, an employee's family member, she also brought some gifts to personally visit the Death Eaters who had set an example by providing her with ready-made experimental subjects.

Should I take this semi-finished magic grenade, this unstable nitroglycerin, or this decoy bomb?

Jian Yu picked out a dozen bottles from a cabinet filled with a modified version of the periodic table, put on his curse-proof clothes and hat, took out a semi-finished cloaking device, picked up a few magic grenades, and decided to personally assess the Death Eaters' combat effectiveness.

Practice makes perfect. Only by having a basic understanding of the enemy's usual tactics and strength can she formulate the next step of the arms manufacturing plan.

But she had just opened the door—

He ran straight into Snape who was following him!

"Our wise headmaster really has a plan for everything," he dodged and pushed Jane back into the house. "Very good employee care, Miss Jane. I guess you want to go to the scene to blow up St. Mungo's for Mr. Pye, right?"

Seeing his performance, Jian Yu realized something.

Dumbledore and Snape's unsurprising reactions suggested that this was information that had already been passed on to us.

Someone might get hurt, but chances are that St. Mungo's is already prepared for the fight, so the cost won't be severe.

She sighed regretfully, thinking that she probably wouldn't be able to catch up even if she went.

Under Snape's supervision, she calmly sat down next to the unconscious Augustus, unfolded the monthly research plan, and looked at the "weapons and equipment" column.

She marked the progress (2/10) on the "magic bomb" in the column and marked it with terms such as "timer", "grenade", and "mine".

But as she wrote down her plan for preparing munitions—

A pale arm slowly rested on her shoulder!

Augustus, who had just woken up, spoke with a weak breath but with great determination:

"I understand, Jade... I understand that studying medicine is not an important matter. Any weak healer, no matter how superb and skilled healers are, can only be a meaningless material and spectator in the face of powerful Death Eaters and dark magic."

Jian Yu stared at him in amazement, and felt that his spirit seemed to have changed greatly.

Augustus slowly sat up and said in a loud voice:

"Studying medicine won't save St. Mungo's!"