The first floor is the accident department, the second floor is the biological injury department, the third floor is the strange bacteria infection department, the fourth floor is the potion and plant poisoning department, the fifth floor is the magic injury department, and the sixth floor is the tea room and shop.
Hermione thought carefully.
In order to avoid their worries, Professor McGonagall did not disclose too much about Arthur Weasley's condition, and Hermione could only guess for herself.
Harry's snaking wasn't obvious at the time either.
That's why Hermione made a wrong judgment.
She chose to go all the way up, slowly walking up the stairs.
until the fifth floor.
She speculates that it should be spell damage, because what Professor McGonagall revealed was an attack.
She had no nurses to walk the aisles, perhaps because all the patients were in stable condition.
There was some space in the corridor, some white curtains blocked her view, and some iron frames with unknown purpose were placed in the corridor.
There were also some portraits of famous people hanging in the blank space of the white walls on both sides, and Hermione remembered that these were people who had made outstanding contributions to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds.
In the center, hangs a shiny bubble, which plays the role of lighting.
The doors of the several rooms around her were not closed, they were slightly concealed, and there were no special signs, so Hermione quickly ruled them out.
Hermione eased her steps, walked to the end of the corridor, and carefully pushed open the wooden door with the slogan "Intensive care" on it. Apart from the slogan, there was also a pair of inexplicably bright bouquets stuck on the door, exuding an elegant atmosphere. fragrance.
There is also a door on the other side, but the door is made of iron, and a big iron lock is hung on the door bolt. It doesn't look like a hospital, but like a prison. On it is written: "Unauthorized Allowed, forbidden to enter."
Of course Hermione would not take the initiative to go in, but chose the unlocked side first.
"Is anyone there?" Hermione cautiously pushed open the wooden door, leaned over, asked first, and then took a step forward.
However, looking at the empty room, she knew that she had gone wrong.
If nothing else, there should be a big family here.
It must have been inferred that there was a problem in a certain link.
"Sorry for the trouble, I'll be leaving soon." Hermione bowed hastily, but when she raised her head and saw the sick patient out of the corner of her eye, her apologetic face suddenly froze.
She saw an acquaintance, an unexpected person, both strange and familiar.
Gilderoy Lockhart was wearing a simple white hospital gown, leaning against the white bed, watching the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.
Familiar because he once served as their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Hermione's memory is already good. Even Neville, who is famous for forgetfulness, can't forget the teacher who taught him.
The strangeness is because of his old age.
It's frighteningly old.
The golden, wavy curly blonde hair has fallen out, and under the light of the crystal bubbles hanging from the ceiling, it is particularly dazzling. The blue eyes that look like forget-me-nots are full of fatigue, as if they have faded Same.
"Uh, Miss Granger? Long time no see? I want to change my hairstyle occasionally." The man smiled awkwardly, stroked his bald head, and waved to Hermione.
"Professor Lockhart?" Hermione looked at the patient in surprise and let out a low cry.
Hermione's head was a little dizzy, that handsome professor has become so old now
The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are deep and dense, and the eye sockets are deep-set. When smiling, the muscles on the face are quite slack, lacking vitality, and supporting the smile.
The most important thing is what is hidden in the eyes.
Lifeless, lifeless.
Hermione's parents are both dentists. She occasionally visits the elderly where her parents work, and has seen all kinds of patients, from children to young people, middle-aged people, and old people. The eyes of them are all different. .
Children are often innocent and innocent, and the eyes of the elderly often carry the wisdom of insight into the philosophy of life, and they all muddle through, knowing the relief and indifference of destiny.
And what happened to this man who used to be their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and what happened to him
That is the look in the eyes, a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.
"Who are you? Who let you in?" A tall and thin man pushed open the half-hidden door with a creaking sound, stood abruptly in front of Hermione, and questioned her condescendingly.
With a serious expression on his face and a pair of plain glasses, Hermione couldn't tell his real age for a moment.
He was wearing the same uniform as the therapist downstairs. He should be a therapist from St. Mungo's Hospital.
On the white robe was a card indicating his identity, written in handwriting—Main Healer: Heber Crates Messek.
Before Hermione could explain, the situation changed again.
"Augustus! You stole my clothes again to deceive people!" A man of medium stature broke into the door, startling the man named Augustus, and then Hermione saw it with her own eyes. He pulled the card off his robe and pinned it to himself, yes, and the pair of glasses.
Then he smiled at Hermione.
"I'm the attending doctor here. My name is Hebercrat Smethyk. I hope this intern hasn't caused you any trouble."
Then Hermione saw that the man named Augustus got a white gown from somewhere and put it on, and put on the badge.
Looking at her with a grin, he didn't have the consciousness of being caught playing a prank.
"Uh...it's just this gentleman." The attending doctor glanced at Lockhart, hesitating, "Very few people come to see him."
"Oh, he's my student, I don't mind." The naked Lockhart narrowed his eyes, nodded, and said briskly.
"That's good, let's talk. I'm just doing a routine rounds." Hippocrates then led the intern to another door with the number 49 engraved on it and an iron lock up.
While muttering in a low voice: "It's really strange, obviously we have been told to keep it a secret." The middle-aged man frowned, then shook his head, and decided not to think about it anymore.
Hermione was free now, and turned her attention to the former teacher in front of her.
A middle-aged man who is in full bloom, has become very old in just a few years
What kind of vicious black magic has he been under
"I know, you must be very curious." Lockhart nodded wearily, as if the nod was out of his control, but because of fatigue.
"I don't have a few years to live." He said sadly.
This reality can be seen from the face.
"Are you under some kind of curse?" Hermione asked cautiously.