[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

On December 1972, 12, on the eve of Christmas Eve, the streets and alleys of London were full of festive atmosphere.There are tall Christmas trees in the window of the department store, dotted with white snow and ribbons, gifts of all sizes are piled up under the tree, and there are chubby Santa Claus portraits on every street corner, decorating the foggy city with joy and excitement. City.No one knows that in one corner, there is a historic magic hospital hidden in the dilapidated window, which is taking in the Muggle patients who unfortunately suffered innocent disasters on the eve of Christmas Eve.

Professor McGonagall grabbed Eli's arm and led him to Apparate as soon as he left the school gate, to the gate of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.The door of the old-fashioned red brick department store has a closed for renovation sign, and the ugly dummy in the glass window faces the visitor with a blank expression, waiting for the visitor to tell his intentions.

Before entering the hospital, Mag first confirmed the status of his students.She patted Eli on the shoulder lightly, and asked with seriousness and concern, "Are you okay, Smith?"

Apparating people doesn't feel good, it will make people feel that their internal organs are a little bit displaced.But Eli's expression obviously exceeded this uncomfortable range, his face was bloodless, and what was worse than his excessively pale face was his eyes, which were so suppressed that people felt suffocated.

Eli shook his head, silent.He seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and hadn't spoken a word since coming out of the Gryffindor common room.Professor McGonagall was used to disciplining Gryffindor's mischievous students in the past, and he was rarely the type who was too silent and non-communicative, so he felt a little troublesome for a while.

But she can also understand.Professor McGonagall sighed secretly, and led him through the glass door into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

"Your father is on the fifth floor." She whispered, "Curse damage, Cruciatus damage, and joint displacement and brain damage caused by the Imperius Curse, in the Muggle world it should be called brain damage." Concussion. The brain is precise and mysterious, and wizards can't say how thorough their research on it is... The hospital treated your father's trauma, but he hasn't woken up yet."

Eli remained silent, not saying a word.They came to the fifth floor depressingly, and the door plate on the fifth ward door from the front of the stairs read "Hobbert Smith, Cruciatus and Imperius Curse damage". Everyone turned their heads to look.

Mrs. Smith and Arthur...these two people standing here made this suddenly horribly real.Eli didn't say hello to anyone, and walked quickly towards the hospital bed, staggered when he saw the person lying on it, and fell weakly on the edge of the bed.

It was really his father, Hobert Smith.This gentle and friendly history professor is optimistic, cheerful, healthy, and kind. He rarely even catches a cold, but now he is lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and only his slightly heaving chest proves that he is still alive.His brows were also tightly frowned in a coma, one can imagine what kind of pain he endured at that time.

Eli stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly raised his hand, trying to smooth his father's frown.This action seemed to have finally brought back his reason, and he turned his face to look at his mother.

"Who did it?" he asked softly.

Mrs. Smith's face was also extremely pale. She looked into her son's eyes, and both mother and son were silent for a short moment.

"Lestrange?" Eli asked calmly, and Mrs. Smith's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I think it's pointless to think about treating me like a child now, trying to keep me out of trouble, Mom." Eli looked at his father on the hospital bed, and barely moved the corner of his lips, "I think at least Should let me encounter such a thing in the future, know who is behind me."

"...Don't say that." Mrs. Smith turned her face away in discomfort.

"I don't think it's up to you or me, Mom," Eli said calmly.The adults in the room were all looking at him, Arthur and Mag were a little surprised, surprised that he was so young, and when faced with such a bad emergency, his reaction was so calm that it was almost cold.

Well, the words are harsh, but perhaps they are the reality of the future.Mrs. Smith took a deep breath, her face twisted slightly: "Rodolphs and Labastan Lestrange, and their evil friend Travers. They suddenly came to our house today and said they wanted to—"

She looked at her son again for a few seconds, stared into his eyes, and finished speaking slowly.

"—to see you. Hogwarts is indeed safe, and they didn't give them a chance, so they waited a little anxiously. After contacting me several times to no avail, they came uninvited, probably because they wanted to celebrate Christmas. The festival will block you at home."

three people.Eli's eyelids trembled, and he looked up and down his mother carefully, "Are you hurt, Mom?"

"It's not serious." Mrs. Smith reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth, "You and my previous surnames have helped a little, so that these uninvited guests remember to pretend to be polite. But they don't have such awareness of Muggles. Well, we all know they don't really think of Muggles as human beings. Your dad just came back from work..."

Her lips moved, but she couldn't say the rest of the words. She turned her face to the side forcefully, and her shoulders trembled visibly.

Eli turned his head and looked at his father carefully.

The magic world is usually very effective in treating pure trauma, but the traces left by black magic are more difficult to erase, and the same is true for trauma caused by black magic.Eli stretched out his hand, and brushed over every wound on his father from a little distance, asking carefully about the origin of each wound, not letting any one go.

The bruise on his head was caused by the Levitating Charm, from Labastan Lestrange, Mr. Smith walked into the house after work, and unexpectedly saw three strangers in his living room, and his wife was very unhappy.He warily asked who they were, and told them to leave his house immediately, and the three of them laughed uncontrollably, before Labastan drew his wand and levitated Mr. Smith into the air.

"Cousin Linda, your eyes are really worrying." He grinned and commented, waving his wand recklessly, manipulating Mr. Smith to hit the ceiling with force, listening to Mr. Smith's screams of pain with enjoyment.

"Your husband is like a balloon now, isn't he?" he said lazily, directing Mr. Smith's body to go on a rampage like a cannonball, hitting every corner of the house firmly. Sandbag, you actually use him as your husband."

"It's still very fragile." Rodolphs, who was traveling with him, commented with great interest. He cast an out-of-body spell on his cousin-in-law, and Mr. Smith, who was knocked bleeding profusely, lost his eyesight. A few seconds later, Transformed into an indifference that doesn't care about anything.He bent himself back into a ball in a strange posture in the air. The man's body was not so soft, and he could clearly hear the sound of bones being dislocated when he bent back, but there was no reaction at all on his blank face. Folding his own body like folding a large doll without blinking an eye.

The chest wound was caused by craniocerebral fracture. In addition to leaving a hideous scar on his heart, Mr. Smith's limbs still twitch from time to time.The spell came from Travers, and he hit Mr. Smith twice with such precision that even Mr. Smith, who was in an out-of-body state, curled up in pain.It was against his orders to obey when he was under the Imperius Curse, his body was writhing at an absolutely bizarre angle, and if he wasn't brought in for St. Mungo's treatment, he would almost certainly never be able to leave his bed for the rest of his life.The Muggle world has a special term for such severe tissue damage, called high paraplegia.

Mrs. Smith has been fighting fiercely - but she is facing three adult wizards at the same time, and Death Eaters with unscrupulous use of black magic.She was not as safe as she said, and she also suffered from a Cruciatus Curse from Travers. If it hadn't been for Arthur's sudden visit, there would probably be one more person lying on St. Mungo's hospital bed now.

"Thank you very much, Arthur." Mrs. Smith said sincerely, her voice had a strong nasal voice, "I was a little bit critical of your relationship with Hobert before, and I thought you took up too much time. ……I'm very sorry……"

"Don't say that, Linda." Arthur shook his head immediately, he was also terribly guilty, "I'm sorry, I came too late, if I could have gone earlier... I can..."

"No one can blame you, Arthur." McGonagall said reassuringly, "Molly just gave birth to Charlie ten days ago, and you should have been by her side all the time, Linda and Hobert must have thought so too. "

certainly.Mrs. Smith nodded immediately, Arthur opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and saw Eli's voice rang out in a low voice.

"Yes, thank you, Arthur, you are the benefactor of our family." He said calmly, still looking at his father's unconsciously frowning face, "No one can blame you, if you must find a culprit, That could only be me."

"Eli!" The adults all changed their faces slightly and called him at the same time, but Eli only shook his head.

"I'm not giving up on myself." He said depressingly and tiredly, "I just came to a reasonable conclusion, that's all, I don't need to say words of comfort and explanation, I understand it, it's not me pretending that all this has nothing to do with me reason."

Minerva McGonagall opened her mouth, and found that she couldn't say anything for a while.She looked at the other two adults in the room, and they all looked at her asking for help. The three of them looked at each other, and couldn't think of a better explanation for a while.

"You're doing the right thing, Eli," said Professor McGonagall at last.

"I know." Eli responded with no ups and downs in his voice, turned to look at her, his black eyes were bottomless.

"I'm accepting the price of justice now, aren't I?" he said quietly, leaving the other three speechless.

At noon on Christmas Eve, the Hogwarts Express arrived at platform nine and three-quarters.Petunia walked up and down the platform anxiously, almost a little anxious.Mr. and Mrs. Evans looked at her strangely, not understanding why she answered the phone yesterday and started to feel wrong until now.

Lily finally appeared in the crowd - and before her parents knew it, Petunia made her way through the crowd and jumped on it, pulling Lily straight away from her friends.Mary startled, Snape's lips parted, but he finally turned his head away without saying a word.

"Lily!" They stood aside, and Petunia grabbed her sister's hand and asked eagerly, "What's going on, Eli—"

"I don't know the specifics. He didn't come back after that...Professor McGonagall showed up this morning, but she didn't say anything." Lily said anxiously, she was also very worried, "It sounds like Eli 's father was ill and they took him to St Mungo's - I asked in the common room yesterday, it's a wizarding hospital and you only go there if you're seriously injured."

"It's serious..." Petunia's face turned pale. "Isn't his father a Muggle? How many injuries can he suffer? Why... Was Eli particularly worried? How was he feeling when he left?"

"It's the first time I've seen him look so pale." Lily sighed, "It looks like he's on the verge of falling..."

Is it so serious?Sent to St. Mungo's?Petunia shuddered in horror as she grabbed her sister's hand.

"Shouldn't we be doing something? As friends," she said forcefully, "we could visit the sick man, send a well-being greeting at the hospital bed, and make him not so bad, should we? Normal friends That’s what it’s all about.”

"Visiting?" Lily was taken aback and said uncertainly, "Although it is possible, but... we don't even know where the hospital is?"

"Let's take the Knight Bus," said Petunia firmly, she answered so quickly and without hesitation, Lily looked at her in astonishment, "Eli said this kind of transportation, he said that as long as the wizard stretched out his wand There's a taxi just ahead that will take you anywhere you want in England - can you help me, Lily?"

"I..." Lily hesitated, looked at Petunia, and then at her parents in the distance, a little hesitant.

"We can talk to Mom and Dad, and then go to the car after getting out of the station." Penny said quickly, and she found that the corresponding follow-up immediately came to her mind naturally, forming a feasible action plan, and she had no idea at all. hesitate.

Lily nodded solemnly without hesitating for too long.

"Let's just say hello to Mom and Dad—Petunia, you're brave, I say."

"Me?" Penny pointed at herself and shook her head, "It's not that great, I'm just worried about my friends."

"You've always been so brave, Petunia," said Lily, suddenly throwing her arms around her, "I've been meaning to say, Petunia, I never meant to laugh at your letter to Headmaster Dumbledore , in fact I've known since then - what a brave man you are, and I want to be like you."

It was a sincere and deep evaluation, but Petunia had no time to be happy now.She and Lily hurried out of the station, and got into the car as Eli had said—it was really bumpy during the drive.

They get off in a seedy, unfamiliar place, not even knowing where they are.The two sisters leaned on each other to cheer themselves up. After searching for a long time nearby, they still couldn't find anything that looked like a hospital.

"Did we come to the wrong place?" Lily said a little flustered, clutching her sister's arm tightly, looking around uneasily, "there's nowhere around here that says St. Mungo...it's like Platform Nine and Three Quarters Did you hide yourself as well?"

"I think so." Petunia replied, her voice tense, and she was too scared.The two sisters were close to each other, hesitating and not knowing where to go.

They searched like headless chickens for a while, and words like wizard, magic, and Hogwarts kept coming out, and finally attracted the attention of St. Mungo's reception staff.The ugly dummy in the window asked them why they came, and after a while, a person came out of nowhere, and the Evans sisters breathed a sigh of relief at the same time when they saw him.

It's great that they didn't look in the wrong place.

"Why are you here?" Eli asked them, looking a little surprised too. He looked around. "How did you get here—who brought you here?"

"We came here on the Knight Bus," said Petunia, a little nervously.Eli's surprise made her feel uneasy after a while, but she couldn't take care of this kind of emotion now, she looked straight at him, and couldn't believe her eyes.

She had never seen him look so... tired and depressed.He obviously stayed in the hospital overnight. She keenly noticed that his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, there was a slight cyan color under the eyelids, and there were some wrinkles on his clothes, which would never appear normally. He always looked like a Standard gentleman.

Is his father's condition serious?Penny thought worriedly, and couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Are you... all right, Eli?" she asked nervously. "We came impulsively, but we...we wanted to..."

"There is no danger to life at the moment." Eli said simply, nodding slightly to the two of them, "Thank you for coming, I am very grateful...Come in, my father is on the fifth floor."

He stepped aside a little and motioned for the sisters to come in.Lily nodded, and bravely stepped into the door first, while Petunia stood still, hesitated a little, and looked at Eli.

"Can I go in?" she asked in a low voice, bowing her head in embarrassment, "I know this is all wizards... just like Platform Nine and Three Quarters, it's your wizarding world, Muggles..."

She couldn't finish her sentence when Eli leaned forward and took her hand.

Without hesitation or thought, he just took her hand and pulled her into St. Mungo's Hospital.Before Petunia had time to look around and see what the wizarding hospital looked like, she was carried into his arms.

It was their first hug, and Petunia froze, Eli wrapped her arms around her back and rested her head on her shoulder.

"Thank you for being here, Petunia," he murmured wearily. "It's good to see you."

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