Time is passing quietly and unconsciously.
Speaking of which, although some unknown accidents seemed to have happened on the streets of London before, nothing unusual happened afterward.
The mysterious wizard in the windbreaker seemed to have disappeared silently without anyone knowing, just as he had come.
And as this Christmas holiday gradually comes to an end, the impact of the London disaster seems to be fading day by day, even in the hearts of the wizarding people living in the British wizarding world.
Under Maca's treatment, a large number of the injured patients at St. Mungo's have been discharged from the hospital. Even Kingsley returned to the Ministry of Magic the day before yesterday and returned to work.
Seeing that many beds were slowly becoming available in the hospital wards, Maka knew that her role as a free "special therapist" was finally coming to an end.
"Harry, Ron, you can almost go back to the Burrow."
As evening approached, Maka performed regular examinations on the remaining patients as usual. When he saw Harry and Harry packing the trolley skillfully and preparing to go back downstairs, he finally announced that their "punishment" was over.
But just when they wanted to cheer for this, Maka smiled slightly and said subtly:
"There are still a few days left. I think it's enough for you to finish your homework - but don't think of excuses not to write it! Especially Professor Binns's paper on the history of magic, finish it well!"
"Oh! Maka, are you a devil?" Ron said with a bitter face, "Can't you just let me be happy for a little longer!"
"Okay," Maka patted him on the shoulder and reminded her kindly, "Let's go! I'll take you to the door... If you want to have a hearty meal at night, go back now! Your mother doesn't know that you are coming back today Home, if I get back late later, I’ll have whatever is available for dinner.”
"Ah! We have to hurry up -" Ron slapped his thigh immediately, "Harry, let's go faster!"
After putting the cart back in the warehouse, Maka accompanied the two of them through the front door glass and came to the street outside.
The weather has been pretty good in recent days. Just like today, even London, where wind and rain are the norm, is covered with the golden color of the sunset. Looking at the street pavement reflecting the brilliance, Harry and Ron, who had been busy in St. Mungo's all day, couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief.
To be honest, although they have also deeply realized many principles of life in the process of taking care of patients these days. But even if you gain a lot, you will inevitably be infected by all kinds of pain and gloom.
Now that they had taken a step out of the environment filled with life and death, they couldn't help but feel relieved as they were bathed in the sunshine again.
"If you have any insights, let's think about it later at night!"
Maka glanced at them and immediately understood what they were thinking. But just as he was about to urge the two of them to leave, a fluttering sound of wings suddenly sounded from above his head, and then an owl landed on his shoulder.
"Gu Gu."
He smoothly took the envelope held by the owl in his hand.
"Who wrote you a letter?" Harry asked subconsciously.
"Don't worry about it," Maka took out the letter, unfolded it and glanced at it casually, and said while reading, "It's Mundungus. He just asked me to sit at the bar in the evening."
"Mundungus?" Ron asked, "Isn't he in charge of intelligence? Did something happen again?"
It can be seen from the reactions of the two of them that everyone is now a little sensitive to some small movements, including Hermione and others who went home before them.
Maka shook her head and said:
"Even if something does happen, it's just a small thing—maybe bigger than your dinner today, but it's not as big as the unfinished homework you two have!"
After sending Harry and Ron away, he unfolded the letter and read it again before putting it into the bag on his waist.
Yes, that letter was indeed just a bar invitation from Mundungus, and the information delivered in such an unhurried way would naturally not be very important.
only…
Turning his head slightly, Makafu glanced at today's gorgeous sunset again. Muggles dressed in gold were walking up and down the street, and traffic was criss-crossing on the road. Today, this normal street scene can be reproduced as it used to be, and I have to say that he has a share of the credit for it.
Thinking about it this way, no matter how small the abnormality is, it is worth paying attention to, right
…
When night fell that night, Maka finally put down the quill in her hand after finishing her work.
He was seen carefully picking up the medicine bottle on the table and putting it away to his waist even more cautiously. What was in that bottle was the source of disaster that he extracted from Willy's body.
In fact, since Helbo left St. Mungo's, he began researching this special item.
Compared with other "evils" similar to it, it is indeed very special - this is the first time Maka knows that the power of rules itself can actually remain in the body in this form and be passed down through the bloodline from generation to generation.
So the more he studied, the more he couldn't help but want to find out one thing, that is, whether the power of other rules could also be stored in the wizard.
It's a pity that he had some idea of the rule runes in it earlier, but he still couldn't do anything about the blood-like red liquid substance.
As long as he cannot place the power of rules elsewhere, he will not be able to analyze the mystery of the substance itself.
Of course, today's research has come to an end for the time being, so he will not think about it for the time being.
When doing research, you can never be in a hurry.
After clearing the table, Maka left St. Mungo's and quickly went upstairs to the Pig's Head Bar in Hogsmeade Village through the portkey.
And when he walked down the stairs to the first floor, he immediately saw Aberforth wiping wine glasses behind the bar.
As for Mundungus... It seems that Maka got there first.
"Hey, a bottle of butterbeer."
"Um?"
Aberforth's hand wiping the wine glass paused.
"What, are you free?"
"Absolutely!" Maka sat down in front of the bar and said while looking at the drinkers in the bar, "I'm here to see Dunge. I'll charge this bottle to his account... St. Mungo's has almost no need for it lately. Yeah, obviously everyone is in great shape like you."
"Hmph," Aberforth curled his lips, and the big white beard on his chest trembled a little, "Look, there must be quite a few people dead... Here, butterbeer! And, Mundungus is prohibited from keeping accounts here, so if you want to drink now, you have to pay for it yourself."
"Then just pick someone and write it down! As long as it's someone I know -" Maka sighed, "I just received a treatment fee from a mother and daughter, and I don't want to get any more money today." ”
Hearing this, Aberforth couldn't help but glance at him lightly.
"Got a story?"
Maka leaned against the bar, chuckled and shrugged.
"There is a story," he nodded slightly, "but let's save it for the future..."
Once he was used to Dumbledore's younger brother's personality and habits, he could hear the other person's good intentions. He knew that Aberforth wanted him to say it out, and if there was one more person to share it with, it would naturally be much easier than keeping it all in his own heart.
To be honest, Maka was grateful that Aberforth was willing to listen, but he still felt that it was obviously not a story that could be talked about over a drink in a bar.
At least, until things finally come to an end.
"It's up to you whether you say it or not," Aberforth didn't seem to care, but then added, "Then this bottle of butterbeer will be charged to Severus' account."
After Maka heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then nodded towards him.
"Thanks."
Snape had been discovered by Aberforth when he eavesdropped on Trelawney's prophecy in his early years, and was placed on a permanent blacklist.
Now that Aberforth said that the butterbeer was charged to Snape's account, he was obviously just looking for an excuse to treat him.
Just as Maka, who happened to know what happened, felt warm in her heart, he and Aberforth suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the door.
"he came."
This sentence was said by Aberforth.
Of course Maka could know that the wizard who came in from the door was Mundungus. Even though the guy's disguise was always clever, it was impossible to hide it from his magic perception.
But what makes Maka often curious is, where did Aberforth identify it
He waved casually over there and put aside this irrelevant question.
"A glass of firewhiskey."
Mundungus, who dressed up like a weird priest, sat down not far from Maka. After ordering a drink and placing the coins directly on the bar, he turned around.
"Oh, long time no see!" he whispered. "To say that the British wizarding world has been really scary recently, those of us at the bottom have been hiding in nooks and crannies all day long, and only recently have we barely dared to come out - St. Mungo's How is Bian doing?"
"Are you or me the one who is running information?" Maka said with blank eyes.
With Mundungus' sharp eyesight, he could tell from Maka's tone that he was probably not in a good mood, so he immediately smiled and said:
"Hey! There's nothing we can do about it. You're guarding St. Mungo's now, and we brothers can't get in at all... That's what I'm saying, don't worry."
"Come on!" Maka shook her head and said, "You can't get in, but aren't the patients coming out? If you want to say something nice, just be more careful - or to be serious, you asked me to come this time, and Is there any new gossip?”
If this guy had gotten it right, he wouldn't have told him face to face in the bar. He would have written it up in cipher text and sent it to Lupine. In situations like this, this guy always thinks it's suspicious, but on the surface it's not a big deal.
"Well, actually, this time it's about a Muggle thing..."