"…with a very long cane?"
"Yes, and that gentleman looks very young, but his conversation is very mature..."
"Oh, that's Maka! It must be Maka!"
In this old church, RA's friends were sitting on the benches to rest, while Hermione, Harry and others gathered at the front steps to talk to little Victor.
And when little Victor talked about the gentleman who told him many things, everyone quickly realized that it was probably Maka.
Hermione paused, then asked again:
"Sir, what else did he say to you? Did he tell you anything about those dark creatures?"
Since she brought so many people to London, she naturally wanted to know more. Not to mention that she had doubts about the cause behind this disaster, just listening to Maka's views on those monsters might make this trip smoother.
It's a pity that although Maka explained a lot of things to little Victor before, it was just to popularize common sense in the magic world to him.
After all, even if Maka wanted to find someone to analyze those monsters, it would be impossible to discuss it with a Muggle, right
As for Frena after that, although the intern secretary at the Ministry of Magic was very enthusiastic, she was also willing to answer little Victor's questions.
But her level was far from enough to understand what those terrifying monsters created by Haierbo were.
"I don't think he said it," little Victor shook his head at Hermione. "To be honest, even if he did, I probably wouldn't understand... By the way, are you the wizard's army? You were sent here Specifically to deal with those terrifying monsters?"
Ever since he just saw everyone fighting such a large group of monsters, he has been amazed by the power of the RA friends.
It's not like he hasn't seen other wizards fighting monsters, but even those so-called "Aurors" are definitely not as good as these young wizards.
Especially the sense of unity and collectiveness, isn't it just like the Muggle army
But after hearing this, Hermione could only look at Harry and the others.
"Although we call ourselves 'RA (Reserve Army)', we are not really a 'reserve army'..." She explained briefly, "Most of us are students from the same magic school, even if some of us have already After graduation, they are just ordinary wizards..."
"Oh, is that so?" Little Victor suddenly asked in surprise, "Student? How could that be..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly recalled some of the vocabulary he had just learned, and then continued:
"Well, I mean, I just met some 'wizard policemen' not long ago... I think they are called 'Aurors', right? But... I don't think they are as powerful as you are?"
Seeing little Victor say this, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little proud, but she still said modestly:
"No, that can't be said... In terms of personal strength, probably none of us can compare to Aurors. But we have a very good and very powerful professor, who organized training for us and taught us Valuable knowledge, so we—"
"Hermione," Harry couldn't help interrupting as he listened, "I have to say, there's no need for you to put all your efforts on Maka - he won't want to. Oh, sir … Yes, the one you met before is our professor, his name is 'Maka McClain'."
Little Victor immediately said clearly:
"So, that young gentleman is indeed a very powerful wizard... Well, no wonder Miss Frena respects him so much. He obviously looks as old as you..."
"Who is Miss Frena?" Harry asked curiously, "Sir, you seemed to have mentioned just now that she also told you a lot about the magical world?"
"Yes, she is a very kind girl, and she even saved me once!" Little Victor sighed with emotion, "Well, if I hadn't offended the doctor in your magic hospital somehow, I would probably still be here now. Let’s wait for her to wake up in the hospital!”
Hearing the word "Magic Hospital", Hermione was suddenly startled, and then she stretched out her hand to indicate something.
"Wait, did you mean 'St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry'?" she asked quickly.
Seeing Hermione's question, little Victor calmed down and thought about it, then nodded slightly and said:
"Well, I seem to have seen the word 'St. Mungo's' on the wall... Yes, that should be right. What's wrong, young lady? Is there something wrong there?"
"Oh no, it's nothing! I was just thinking..." Hermione thought about it again, then suddenly turned to Harry and said, "I want to go to St. Mungo's and the Leaky Cauldron first - I'm afraid this is a place in London. These are the two places that are most likely to become temporary shelters. We need to confirm them before searching and rescue."
"Miss, you are right!" Little Victor found that he at least understood what he said. "I don't know what kind of bar that was, but the hospital had become a shelter before I left. There have been many refugees.”
Although St. Mungo's only accepted wizards, he was the only one who entered as a Muggle.
But little Victor didn't care about this, and it was difficult to distinguish between Muggles and wizards in the chaotic hospital hall. In his opinion, they were all "human beings" anyway.
"Well, speaking of which... at least Neville is very likely to be at St. Mungo's!" Harry said suddenly.
…
Since both Neville's parents lived on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's, there was a real possibility that Neville would come with his grandmother during this disaster.
But little Victor didn't know that the "Neville" in Harry's mouth was the one who entered through the window glass almost at the same time when he left the hospital.
"Help! My grandma needs first aid! Therapist—"
Not long ago, Neville hugged his grandma like this and rushed into the hall.
Although he had just been thrown in by his grandmother with a magic spell, when he suddenly woke up, he was still thinking about saving his grandmother, so he rushed out without even having time to look around.
Now when he came in again, he realized that the St. Mungo's Hall was really in chaos at this moment!
There were people everywhere, including able-bodied evacuees, unconscious injured people, and of course, guys covered in blood who had suffered physical injuries.
Fortunately, even though they were only separated for a short time, St. Mungo's, which had already entered a wartime state, was no longer as confusing as when little Victor came in with Frena on his back.
Although it is chaotic at the moment, it is orderly, and there are trainee therapists on standby at the door to distinguish patients.
Just when Neville was confused by this messy scene and didn't know what to do, a young wizard wearing light green robes immediately came to his side.
"Go forward! Don't stop... How did you get injured?"
The trainee therapist saw that Mrs. Longbottom was vomiting blood from time to time in Neville's arms, and immediately grabbed Neville and urged him to run towards the stairs, checking for injuries as he ran.
"Ah, yes... I don't know, maybe it was an explosion curse or a crushing curse - I heard a very strong explosion."
"It looks like it to me. That's the Curse Injury Department... No, no, no, don't take the stairs. First-aid patients go from the elevator! Come this way—"
As he ran very fast with the trainee therapist, his grandma's body was as light as a quilt in Neville's hands. This feeling made him feel very bad.
It was not until the fifth floor, after handing his grandma to the therapist for emergency treatment, that Neville felt as if he had just felt the weight of a person in his arms. He dropped his hands feebly by his side, leaned against the wall and slid down to the cold ground, breathing heavily.
The courage to fight the monster just now has gradually faded, and the determination to summon the patron saint has been slowly replaced by fatigue, which made him fall down by the corridor, his mind going blank.
The corridor is very busy, with injured patients coming and going with the help of trainee therapists and volunteers. Neville almost unconsciously put his feet back to prevent himself from affecting other patients who needed treatment.
St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Neville thought he had already gotten used to this place, but now he discovered that how many people can really get used to this kind of space full of pain and separation
"…Longbottom?"
When he heard someone calling his last name, Neville raised his head reflexively.
"You are... Oh, it's Harry's..."
"godfather."
As soon as Sirius came out of the ward, he immediately noticed the young man sitting in the corridor. Although he and Neville had barely exchanged a few words, they could at least be considered acquaintances.
"So, the person who was sent in for treatment just now is really Mrs. Longbottom?"
With that said, Sirius glanced into the ward again, as if to reconfirm his identity.
He didn't know Neville very well, but he had many friendships with Neville's parents. They were both key members of the Order of the Phoenix back then and had done a lot of things together. If he hadn't been unjustly imprisoned in Azkaban for so long later, he would have visited the couple at least occasionally over the years.
"Yes, it's my grandma..." Neville nodded, but quickly pursed his lips and said softly, "If I could muster up the courage earlier, maybe it wouldn't be like this."
Naturally, Sirius had no idea what Neville was going through. So he just reached out and patted Neville on the head and said in a deep voice:
"Anyway, stay in St. Mungo's for the time being! It's much safer here than outside... Your grandma will be fine. Trust the therapists at St. Mungo's."
However, before they finished speaking, both of them felt a slight vibration coming from beneath them.
Sirius frowned slightly, then lifted his legs and walked towards the stairs - he had to confirm what happened.