Ai Wen raised his head and found himself in a crowded waiting room.
Rows of wizards and witches sat on rickety wooden chairs, some looked normal, reading back issues of Witch Weekly, others were horribly deformed, with elephant trunks or an extra hand growing out of their chests .
The hospital was not much quieter than the noisy Muggle streets just now, and many patients kept making strange noises.
A sweaty witch in the middle of the front row was fanning a copy of the Daily Prophet, whistling and steaming. A slovenly wizard in a corner jingled like a clock, and at each sound his head wobbled horribly, and he had to hold it by his ears to steady it.
Ivan, Harry, and Hermione looked around curiously, feeling that their eyes were not enough.
In addition to normal diseases, patients with various curses and black magic can be seen here, with various reactions.
A group of wizards and wizards in green robes hurried through a side corridor, inquiring about the waiting patients. The emblem embroidered on their chests is a cross of wands and bones.
"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!"
"But I don't want to be a therapist, it's a job with great responsibilities." Hermione raised her head and glanced at Ivan not far ahead, and whispered, "Compared with therapists, I prefer newspapers Editor-in-chief"
"Yeah, I forgot!" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Harry showed a clear smile, "You will definitely run the newspaper with Ivan."
Seeing Harry's expression, Hermione blushed and nodded in embarrassment, affirming the matter.
While Harry was chatting with Hermione, Ivan was following Lupine to the queue in front of the consultation counter, and in front of them was a fat blonde witch. The wall behind her was covered with notices and posters, such as cleaning the cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poisonous, the antidote should not be used indiscriminately, and must be approved by a qualified healer, etc.
Next to the counter, there is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver curls, which is marked: Dai Lisi Dewente, St. Mungo Healer (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1741) 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.
She is now carefully looking at the people in front of the counter, as if counting the number of people.
When she saw Aiwen's gaze, she blinked slightly, "Hello, Aiwen Mason, nice to meet you outside the school!"
Deventer greeted, stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.
At the head of the procession, a young wizard danced a strange jig, crying out in pain as he tried to explain his plight to the witch behind the table.
"That's, it's the shoe my brother gave me, ouch, it's biting my foot, look here, there must be some kind of magic spell on it, I, I can't take it off!" He hopped two feet in turn, Like dancing on hot coals.
"The shoes don't hinder you, do they?" The blond witch pointed impatiently at the big sign beside her and said, "Go to the Spell and Damage Department on the fifth floor, next one!"
The wizard jumped aside, and Ai Wen hurriedly moved forward a few steps.
He shifted his attention to the sign the witch just pointed to, and read the words on it: Artifact Accident Section, first floor (crucible explosion, wand fire, broom collision, etc.); Biological Injury Section, second floor (stings, burns, thorns, etc.); Strange Bacterial Infection, third floor (dragon pox, vanishing syndrome, lymphatic fungal inflammation and other infectious diseases); Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning, fourth floor (rash, nausea, endless laughter, etc.); spell damage Branch, fifth floor (unremovable spells, wrong spells, etc.); tea room and shop, sixth floor.
If you don't know which subject to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionists are willing to help.
"Ron is under the Imperius Curse, we should go to the fifth floor!"
While Ivan was reading the signs, Lupine walked up to the table, and he asked gently, "Hello, let's visit Ron Weasley, may I ask what ward he is in?"
"Ron Weasley?!" The witch looked down a long list with her fingers, "Oh, I found it. It was sent from Hogwarts a week before Christmas. You have to go to the fifth floor. Next to the second ward!"
"Thanks!"
They followed Lupine through the double doors and down a narrow corridor.
Portraits of famous therapists line the sides, and crystal bubbles filled with candles float from the ceiling like giant soap bubbles.
There were wizards in green robes coming in and out at every door, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and faint wailing was heard from time to time.
They climbed the stairs, which seemed to climb four floors, and entered the Spell Damage Department.
Before he could look for it, he heard the voices of the Weasley family. Mrs. Weasley was throwing a tantrum, accusing Fred and George of a bad joke they had just made.
"Ron is recovering, you two can't be honest"
Mrs. Weasley stopped suddenly, and she looked at Ivan and the five of them walking into the ward in surprise.
The next second, Mrs. Weasley hurried over, hugged Ivan, Harry, and Hermione in her arms, and thanked the three of them for helping Ron at school with red eyes.
Ivan raised his head in embarrassment, and he saw Fred and George winking in front of him, with cheerful smiles on their faces.
Behind them, Percy held a book in his hand, and followed him solemnly, with a serious expression on his face.
Ginny was sitting on the chair in front of the hospital bed, she nodded her head as a greeting, and looked at Harry with a flushed face.
Beside her, Ron, who was lying in front of the hospital bed, also sat up, looking at the three of them excitedly, looking both happy and a little embarrassed.
The Weasleys were exactly the same as usual, nothing had changed.
"Although you have said it before, I didn't expect you to come back today, after all, Christmas has just passed!" Mrs. Weasley said gratefully, "Arthur just left, because of Peter Pettigrew, the department has been in a mess recently .”
After hugging Ivan, Harry, and Hermione in turn, she stood up and greeted Sirius and Lupine.
From the looks of it, she and Sirius obviously knew each other, and they were very familiar with each other.
After a brief introduction, Harry hurriedly asked about Ron's recovery.
"Basically there is nothing wrong with it. The therapist just came to check and said that I can be discharged from the hospital after a few days of observation!" Ron patted his chest, indicating that he was in good health.
Immediately afterwards, he noticed that since entering the ward, the little owl had been flying around in the cage, hooting non-stop, and he looked at Sirius suspiciously.
"This is a gift for you, after all I caused you to lose that mouse," Sirius explained.
"This owl gave it to me. I can't believe it. It's the best gift I've ever received!" Ron took the cage, looked at the owl in joy, and then raised his head and said sheepishly, " You didn't have to do this, I was so dazed at the time, I actually doubted you and went to help Ban Ban."
"It's not yours, Ron!" said Harry hastily. "You were also freed from the Imperius Curse at the last moment."
Sirius and Lupine also hurriedly persuaded, and said that they had forgiven Ron for what he had done.
"Who would have thought that Peter Pettigrew is an Animagus, and he hides it so well!" Fred said.
"Yeah, until now, I can't believe that Scabbers was turned into Peter Pettigrew!" George said. "It's unbelievable that he has lived in our house for more than ten years."
Hearing his words, both Mrs. Weasley and Percy had terrified expressions on their faces. Thinking about it, it was scary enough.
If Peter Pettigrew had other plans, the consequences would be disastrous. (.)