"Yes, I know that Sirius is lacking people - especially powerful helpers like Neville. However, let him come back first! Although he has not encountered any too difficult battles with the Muggle Queen, these days He must be very tired when he comes, so it’s best to let him rest before we talk!”
In the tent, Maka was talking to Tonks, who had just arrived. Ron, who had led Tonks over, was just sitting on the side, listening silently.
And just after Maka finished speaking, Tonks immediately said:
"Maka, I also think Longbottom should rest, but... I'm worried that I can't persuade him. As you know, he is a bit stubborn in these aspects now. If he thinks he can continue, I'm afraid he won't be willing to come back. Resting."
"Well," Maka couldn't help but shake her head after hearing this, "Then you tell him that I asked him to come back and there is a new task for him. Besides, Ron! Weren't you thinking about it before? Do you want to follow? Go ahead and help bring Neville back!"
It wasn't until Maka took the initiative to talk to him that he seemed to have just come back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.
"Ok, I see."
…
Not long after, Ron and Tonks left Maka's tent and walked straight to the middle of the camp. While walking, I heard the two of them chatting casually.
"Tonks, speaking of which, that new wizard town... is called 'Spiral Town', right? Have you visited it? What is it like?"
"Oh, I've been there before," Tonks replied immediately. "It's really nice there. Everything is new. Although it's not all built yet, it's at least better than the old Diagon Alley." much better!"
When Ron heard this, he nodded immediately.
"That's really exciting."
The two of them returned to the open space while chatting casually. Soon they saw that Miss Jones, Tonks' colleague from before, had changed her clothes and was waiting there.
Next to Jones was a St. Mungo's therapist wearing dark green wizard robes.
"You two, are you ready?"
"certainly."
When Tonks walked over and asked, the healer picked up the suitcase in his hand and shook it - it was his medical supply case, with St. Mungo's eye-catching "Bone and Wand" logo printed on it.
"That's good," Tonks nodded slightly, "Mr. Devont, thank you for providing medical help... We are obviously very busy here, so I'm sorry to trouble you."
"What are you talking about? I am a therapist, and it is my job to remove the pain from the injured."
It is actually very clear at this point. When Neville was responsible for protecting the Muggle Queen, although he did not encounter too many attacks, there were still some battles. It was only because the injured Aurors were not in any danger of life that they persisted until the escort mission was completed before requesting treatment from Lupine.
Because of this, Tonks came here first and invited a therapist to accompany him.
"Okay, let's go there now! The team escorting the Queen has been staying in a church in Grays since the handover with the Muggle army. Jones, you know the place - you take Derwent with you The gentleman will reveal himself, and I will be responsible for taking care of Ron."
Before they finished speaking, the two of them put their hands on Devonte and Ron's shoulders, and their eyes suddenly blurred. When their vision became clear again, the four of them were already standing on a field ridge with fresh air.
At this time, Tonks looked around and soon saw a small church that was not very inconspicuous standing not far from here.
"It's over there."
After saying this, she took the lead and walked forward along the field ridge. Seeing this, the other three people immediately followed her footsteps.
Of course, among the four at this moment, only Ron's eyes did not fall on the church, but instead wandered back and forth on the three people walking in front.
Maka had also said before that Tonks was actually more worthy of his attention than Neville, although no matter how hard he stared at her, he couldn't see the slightest problem.
A few minutes later, the four of them arrived at the door of the church. Tonks glanced at the closed door a few more times before stepping forward and knocking twice.
Then, they saw a head popping out of the window on the second floor and waving towards them.
"Tonks, Jones, you are finally here - just wait a moment! The defensive alert spell is being lifted inside and it will be opened in a moment."
It actually doesn't take much effort to break the curse, after all, they set the curse themselves. They didn't have to wait too long before they heard the wooden door creak softly and the door opened.
"Neville!"
As soon as he saw his good friends, Ron finally stopped looking at Tonks and the three of them and waved to Neville who walked out of the door.
"Oh, Ron—you're here too?"
To be honest, Neville didn't look very good at the moment. Especially the fatigue on his face, even though he tried his best to hide it, it was still obvious at a glance.
"Ron... Well, let's have a chat later... Mr. Therapist, please come in quickly. We have a wounded person here whose injury has worsened and we urgently need your diagnosis and treatment!"
After he nodded to Ron, he immediately called Devont to go inside. Apparently, the condition of the injured person he mentioned was indeed not good.
"Didn't you say... there are no seriously injured people here?"
Ron was a little confused, but he didn't have time to think about it. He followed Tonks and others and walked into the church. The next moment, they saw the two Aurors who were standing on both sides of the door. After they entered, they immediately closed the door again.
what happened? Could it be that there are any enemies outside around here
However, soon, the four people who had just come in from outside suddenly realized that something was wrong - the air in the church seemed to be filled with an inexplicable rancid smell.
"Sir, this way..."
Neville led the way, walking very fast, and led the four of them hurriedly to the depths of the church. On the way, Ron found some wizards and wizards sitting feebly on prayer chairs, looking like they were suffering from some disease.
Of course, compared to the injured patient that Neville took them to see, the situation of those wizards seemed to be nothing.
In the innermost corner of the church, a thin male wizard was lying on the floor - you could see that his face was faintly glowing with a sickly dark blue.
And the rancid smell in the air seemed to be emanating from him.
"Uh, please step back a little, I'm going to lift the quilt."
Absolutely, Neville said.