Although there is no ticking of the clock, time does pass by little by little. Maka is fully aware of every minute and every second that slips away quietly.
He was also worried in his heart.
But no matter what, he could only focus on what he had to do in front of him and believe in the insurance policy of staying in St. Mungo's.
In Willy's room, the red color became more and more intense.
Putting a light point into the potion bottle again, Maka took a look at it and found that a certain amount had finally accumulated in the bottle.
So far, this step seems to be going smoothly, at least that's something to be happy about.
"In that case, let's continue!" Maka thought secretly.
But from the beginning to now, he has never stopped at all. How can he "continue" now? After all, he was just worried about the situation at St. Mungo's!
But the good news is that the situation at St. Mungo's is actually better than he imagined.
…
Another three hours passed.
It was approaching noon, but no one was in the mood to prepare for dinner, but at least they could have some peace and quiet.
The old man named Old Victor had been nagging them for a long time since three hours ago, insisting that they help his son remove the petrification.
Although everyone was annoyed by his troubles. But because there were so many things involved at this time, no one, whether it was St. Mungo's therapists or RA members, dared to get the Mandrake herbal medicine without permission.
The stubborn old man probably said he was tired now, so everyone had a moment of leisure.
"I told you a long time ago, wouldn't it be better to just give him a full-body binding spell? Why do we have to endure him so much?"
Sirius was undoubtedly the most irritated person. In fact, he had wanted to cast a spell to quiet himself more than once.
However, the girls headed by Hermione unanimously disagreed with his rude and rude behavior. After a while, Sirius was so noisy by old Victor that his brain hurt, so he simply returned to Kingsley's ward.
However, after listening to his complaints, Kingsley, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"Actually, Miss Granger did the right thing," he persuaded. "It would be fine in normal times, but these are extraordinary times, and we cannot act too brutally. Think about it, there are still many injured people in the hall - those people What do you think they would think if they saw that we only use violence to solve problems?"
"What can they think!"
Sirius is just a straightforward person, but he is not a fool. Even if Kingsley just pointed it out, he could still understand what Kingsley meant.
Therefore, after replying nonchalantly, he could only close his mouth and say nothing.
He knew that Haierbo had just made a big fuss in London, and in the end he almost escaped unscathed due to Maca's obstruction.
In this case, through the efforts of Maka and the others, the bad influence of the Muggle world can be said to have been greatly reduced. But in the British wizarding world, there is also a need to control the direction of public opinion.
Especially the wounded wizards at St. Mungory. Once they recover and leave, they will become a major source of information about this major incident in London.
Whether it's for the reputation of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, or for the image of Maka and Hogwarts, everyone needs to be careful about what they say and do.
"Well... Unless, those people have to die of illness in St. Mungo's..."
"what are you thinking about!"
Sirius's unreasonable and shocking remarks shocked Kingsley on the hospital bed.
Sirius, who was thinking about something with his head down, suddenly raised his head and looked at Kingsley who looked surprised. Then he waved his hand and said:
"No, I was thinking about what I would do next if I were that Haierbo."
Upon hearing this, Kingsley couldn't help but think about what Sirius said.
"Hmm... Are you going to throw dirty water on us?" He hesitated, then said after a moment, "Is this necessary for a wizard like Haierbo?"
But Sirius then shrugged.
"Why is it not necessary?" he said, "Even if that guy's magic power is really amazing, even Maka can only contain him now... But thinking about it the other way around, it means that as long as Maka is here, he will be very powerful. It’s hard to accomplish what you want.”
"So, why doesn't he start from other angles and tie Maka down first?"
Compared with Haierbo, who had no foundation in this era, Maka, who had laid a foundation in advance, undoubtedly had many advantages.
Even if the strength of modern wizards is not enough in Haierbo's eyes, once a little adds up to a big thing, there will be a qualitative change.
From the time Haierbo was born until now, Maka has repeatedly suppressed the several deliberate commotions.
Among them, the Ministry of Magic, the International Federation of Wizards, and even the Muggle army have indirectly contributed. Although their power is small, it cannot be ignored.
Without them, Macca alone would have to deal with Herbo's destructive aggression, and the whole of Europe would be in a mess.
After listening to Sirius's analysis, Kingsley couldn't help but take a good look at him, as if he was very surprised that he could say these words.
"If you were always willing to use your brain like this..."
"No, no," Sirius immediately shook his head and said, "It's because Lupine is not here! If he were here, it would be my turn to use my brain..."
If anything, none of the four troublemakers at Hogwarts were stupid.
Even Peter Pettigrew has a very flexible mind, otherwise it would not have been possible to frame Sirius into Azkaban and enjoy nearly ten years in prison.
Of course, it was precisely because he suffered a big loss that time that he was now willing to use his brain to figure out something if necessary.
"Hmm... When you say that, it is indeed possible. If ordinary people distrust Maca and us, even if it is only a small group of people, it will make the entire British magical world unstable."
Kingsley was thinking about it, then he suddenly patted the bed board, nodded and said:
"Originally, Scrimgeour planned to minimize the impact of this matter as much as possible, just like the Muggle world... But now it seems that it would be better to make the whole thing public. This is also to show the strength and strength of the Ministry of Magic. confidence."
"Including Halbo's matter?" Sirius then asked.
Previously, the Ministry of Magic had not officially announced any news about the return of the ancient wizard Helbo.
Although many people have heard some rumors, the information is incomplete. At present, there is probably no civilian in the magic world who knows what Haierbo is.
It's just that the name "Despicable Herbo", which is printed on the chocolate frog card, is indeed very important. If the Ministry of Magic discloses the information in an official capacity, the impact will not be small!
"There are too many things involved here..." Kingsley thought about it, and finally sighed, "Don't talk about you and me, even Scrimgeour probably doesn't know what to do."
The facts about the London disaster and Herbo's information were essentially the same thing. If half is made public and half is kept, if the rest needs to be made public in the future, it will really arouse public suspicion.
Not long after, Kingsley simply leaned back on the pillow behind him and said helplessly:
"I said, are we talking about this in the ward a bit... By the way, if you are not down here guarding the children at this time, why did you come up here? You didn't come here specifically to talk to me about this, right? "
"Huh?" Sirius spread his hands and said, "Didn't I tell you earlier? I came here to avoid that annoying old man... Also, I suggest you stop calling them 'children'. I think They are stronger than you and me!"
"Not only the magical strength, but the most important thing is here -"
While saying this, Sirius stretched out his finger and poked his chest, saying something meaningful.
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At the same time, outside the temporary ward behind the lobby on the first floor.
All right!
Now, instead of saying this is a ward, it would be more vivid to say it is a "spider's nest".
When Hermione and others were carefully arranging what to do next, spiders were coming and going around them, and the rustling sounds were particularly clear in this quiet corridor.
Guys like Ron, whose legs weakened at the sight of spiders, had already gone back outside to take care of the odd errands of comforting the injured.
"Harry, you will be guarding the door next...put on the Sorting Hat as before. If something unexpected happens, you can act according to the situation..."
"As for Ginny, just take three groups of people to rest in the corridor by the side door of the hall. Normally, no one will come in or out there."
"The rest of the people are assigned to one area per group, and everyone takes turns patrolling."
Hermione stared at the notes she had just written and assigned actions to everyone step by step. Everything seemed to be in order.
But at the end of the sentence, she suddenly cast a hesitant look behind everyone.
"Then, Neville... why don't you go back to the ward to stay with your grandma! Here we are—"
"No, no need." Neville immediately shook his head and said, "I believe that what grandma wants me to do most now is not to sit next to her and frown, but to work with everyone to protect everyone in St. Mungo's."
"Oh..." Hermione nodded hesitantly, then smiled and said, "Since you said so, then let's wait by the side door with Ginny! You are outstanding now. With you here, we have confidence. That’s more than enough!”
When Neville heard Hermione's compliment, he couldn't help but reveal a shy smile that seemed familiar to him. Only then did everyone realize that Neville had changed so much.