Every family has family troubles, and society has social troubles.
Especially hospitals as public service facilities.
Compared with the school that has a certain holiday every year, St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital is not so relaxed. For example, there is another difficult patient now.
Hospitals do not have fixed holidays every school year like students do.
"Quick, Pai! Hold this sick man's feet! He's under the Leg Shaking Curse!"
In a ward on the fifth floor of the Spell Injury Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, Augustus, the attending physician, was nervously holding his wand, checking the patient's injuries.
"Is that so?" A cold and pleasant female voice came from behind him.
Suddenly, a few white bandages flew out of the medical box, tightly binding the patient's struggling legs to the bed board.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the entwined appearance is somewhat beautiful and artistic.
"That's it! Fasten it, don't let him break free!" the man said excitedly.
The melodious and slightly charming female voice is so recognizable, but because the doctor was too involved, he didn't notice it.
Augustus muttered words, and kept waving his magic wand to ease the pain of the patient.
The patient struggled for some time.
The shaking of the bed gradually subsided.
"Huh." He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good job today! I didn't poke any trouble."
Augustus wiped his sweat with his cuff, and turned his head to pat his assistant's shoulder twice as encouragement, but after seeing the person helping him clearly, his arm stopped in mid-air.
"Miss Delacour?" The man's tone was full of surprise.
That assistant who likes to poke tricks is no longer here.
"I'm bored, look around." Fu Rong said with a smile.
She found a pure white nurse's cap from somewhere, and put it on her head. Her long silver flowing hair was coiled up and hidden in it at some point.
If it was said that her temperament was charming and moving, now it is holy and dignified, almost covering up the charm brought by Veela blood.
He was still wearing the pure white hospital gown.
"You are a patient, how can you help!"
"Where's Pai?!" The man's anger was gathering.
"He is accepting new patients. There have been a lot of patients recently, and he is so busy that he is dizzy."
"And I do it voluntarily." Furong nodded gracefully.
His anger was like a deflated ball, quickly dissipating.
After Voldemort's return, although he didn't make an official appearance, many restless wizards also became active, and there were a lot more vicious crimes for a while.
Naturally, those who rise with it are the injured patients.
"Sigh." Augustus shook his head, a little helpless, the shortage of manpower has been bothering him.
"If you don't have enough manpower, you can let me try it if you don't mind."
"This..." Augustus seemed a little embarrassed for a moment.
"It's nothing. I'm free now. I'll make it clear to my parents."
"According to the normal situation, it's time for me to find a job." Furong smiled, and the course at Beauxbaton School was indeed coming to an end.
"You are a patient yourself, how can I let you come..." Augustus looked extremely hesitant.
"Isn't it just amnesia?" Fu Rong didn't care.
"It's just a short memory. It's no problem for me. It doesn't matter if I can't remember it."
"Compared to these patients, I think I can't be more normal."
Her parents didn't want her to recall those bad memories, some bad memories were forgotten.
What they are afraid of is other effects, such as memory later, or whether certain memories have been tampered with.
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds is renowned throughout the wizarding world.
After all, it involves memory, just in case in the future.
However, upon observation, apart from the memory of this year or so being completely forgotten, there is indeed no other influence.
Fu Rong's parents have even started to go through the transfer procedures.
Because the current British wizarding world is quite uneven.
But what they didn't expect was that the temporary transfer allowed Furong to find a future job, and she couldn't go back for a long time.
It is worth mentioning that she did a pretty good job for a long time afterwards.
She didn't quite adapt at first, because those strange illnesses really couldn't make people relax.
Sometimes she had to face the blurred flesh of patients, all kinds of disgusting abscesses, limbs twisted beyond imagination.
Even with the help of magic, the smell of blood and stench is a great challenge without personal contact.
But many things can make people feel disgusting just by looking at them.
She got over it.
She is also very strange. In the past, she might vomit, feel disgusted, and faint because of nausea, but now she can control herself.
The wand in his hand was held firmly and precisely, without trembling from it.
In the process, she also gained a lot of sense of accomplishment.
Especially seeing the smiles of patients after recovery.
Maybe it's the meaning of her hard work.
Everyone has a different fate.
Compared to Miss Fleur Delacour who has found a job that realizes the value of life.
Those who "take away" her memory in disguise are not so lucky.
At this moment, several wolves howled from time to time in Malfoy Manor.
The courtyard in front of the living room is now overgrown with weeds. It was maintained under deliberate pruning. The flat lawn has been torn apart. The proud peacocks who like to pace back and forth are hiding somewhere. The fountain in the center seems to have dried up. As if, a little bit of water was spraying feebly.
The residents here are mixed with dragons and snakes, and even the previous populations will have conflicts, not to mention the ethnic groups that lack effective means of communication.
The Dark Lord was gone, and the order barely maintained by his prestige and strength soon collapsed.
If it weren't for the existence of the death order, which does not allow unorganized activities, it might have turned into a pool of stragglers and was wiped out.
Malfoy's parents had moved to Grimmauld Place by this time, and the ancestral home of the Black family lived temporarily
And the home here has been "dedicated" to the Dark Lord as a base
even so.
The place Malfoy is looking forward to on vacation is still in the Wiltshire manor, not Black's old house.
He needs to keep track of the Dark Lord's movements. If he takes any action, he should appear here immediately.
At this moment, in a hidden cellar, the furniture was neatly arranged in an orderly manner.
The disappearing cabinet leaning against the wall seemed to have been used just now, and the door of the cabinet was slightly ajar.
The chandelier did not emit light, the light from the fluorescent flickering was extremely weak, and the faint halo tried its best to illuminate the entire room
With the help of the faint light, Malfoy could be seen sitting on a solid cherry wood armchair, and in front of him was a wooden table made of tulip wood, the corners of which showed an elegant curve.
On the outer layer of the drawer under the table, several brass mushroom-shaped handles are engraved.
His face is extremely pale now, he grasped the handle numbly and pulled the drawer open, and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth. It should have been a snack for leisure, but it became a substance that had to be supplemented.
He leaned back on that armchair, panting tiredly, waves of dizziness and various negative emotions came to his brain, and every time he chewed, he was slightly relieved.
The strong smell of cocoa pervades the entire dark room. If someone who doesn't know it comes here, they may think that this is a hidden underground chocolate factory.
After resting for a while with his eyes closed, Malfoy calmed down, felt the soothing effect of chocolate, and somewhat regained his sanity
Many days had passed since the holiday, and he had been alone for a long time.
The progress in the plan did not make any leaps and bounds, it was just proceeding step by step.
He stared at an abstract mural hanging in the center of the wall in front of him, his thoughts wandered, as if he had thought of something.
Two quills suddenly floated into the air, and three pieces of parchment were spread out tremblingly on the long oak table, and they began to write on them separately.
For someone, life is busier these days during the holidays than school
Malfoy stroked his chin, trying to figure out his tone.
One of the letters began: "Mrs. Maxim... I am... I am at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries... I hope you can help."
Another letter began: "Minerva, I am Olim Maxim... ."
The last letter began with the words: "Dear..."
While Malfoy was manipulating the quill to write the letter, a scene of quarrel was going on in Hogwarts thousands of miles away.
It is not so much a quarrel as a unilateral accusation.
"Miss Minerva, we can't bear it any longer. Unknown evil creatures are devouring our territory." This was the voice of the centaur Firenze, which was extremely harsh in the room, as if roaring.
His horse's hooves stomped on the floor of Professor McGonagall's office.
"The scope of our residence is getting smaller and smaller, and the pervasive sense of oppression is going to drive me and my people crazy." He complained endlessly.
After returning all the students safely to platform nine and three-quarters, Professor McGonagall returned to Hogwarts.
After an unhappy marriage, she never remarried, and Hogwarts was half her home.
Only now in her office, she had to put up with the complaints of some Forbidden Forest dweller.
Firenze's handsome face was so angry and impatient, it was very different from the gentle and graceful look in the past.
Those deep sapphire-like eyes were filled with anxiety and anger.
The students are gone, and he doesn't need to hide it. Before, he had to worry about these students, but now that the students are all gone, he can argue with reason.
"I went there with you once before, and there was indeed some nasty smell, but we couldn't find the source, Firenze, and I really want to help you solve this problem."
"The agreement established by the founders of the school and our ancestors... . "
Professor McGonagall looked very embarrassed and headache.
"If we don't solve it, we centaurs will find another way out!" The strong horse's hooves smashed the floor fiercely, and Firenze left angrily.
In the end, the negotiations still broke up unhappy.
Less than two minutes after Firenze left, Professor McGonagall welcomed a new guest in the office.
"Professor McGonagall? Are you there?" Hermione's voice came from outside the door, and she gently knocked on the door, making a thud
"Come in." Professor McGonagall said gently.
"Miss Granger, you are very punctual."
"Have you agreed with your parents?"
"Yeah." Hermione's expression was imperceptibly lost for a moment, and then she nodded firmly.
"This is their proof of permission." Her parents' signatures hung on it. Don't think too much about it, of course it was forged.
Professor McGonagall looked at it and nodded.
"Firenzie?" Professor McGonagall knocked on the table and suddenly called out the door. The centaur who had just left went back in a blink of an eye.
"As for that matter, I will deal with it as soon as possible.
"But you have to do me a favor"
"Take her to the Forbidden Forest to experience it."
Firenze walked very slowly along the way, allowing Hermione to keep up with him.
"Miss Granger, eh?"
"You are a friend of the savior Potter. I have an impression." He opened up the conversation, and along the way, Firenze kept complaining.
And part-time as a free hard worker, using a sickle to keep cutting down some weeds and roads that hinder the way forward.
"Be careful not to get scratched by the leaves," he reminded.
"Go away!" The handsome centaur swung his sickle fiercely, and the side of the blade slammed into the spider's thick, hairy legs, slapping it away.
The huge spider seemed to be frightened, its thick legs swam backwards quickly, and its chubby body was extremely flexible.
"They have also been groggy for the past few days. They used to stay in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, but now they are forced to come outside." He just said, and Hermione just listened.
Crushed stones, muddy paths, trees that block out the sun, and vast fog, the visibility is very low.
Since Professor McGonagall is called feeling, Hermione is also feeling with her heart. Animagus is a kind of animal deformation, which must be integrated into nature. .
Strange reptiles crawled over his shoes.
Shelled insects, creamy molluscs.
Hermione was glad she had only boots on.
Suddenly, Hermione saw Firenze stop herself, and she stopped too.
At this time, Hermione subconsciously covered her shoulders, surrounded by cold negative emotions, feeling inexplicably frustrated and painful.
"You feel it too, right?" Firenze raised his thick eyebrows vividly.
"This atmosphere keeps interfering with our astrological activities!"
"Our living environment is further compressed."
"I also know that Minerva has been very busy recently, but my clan can't bear it anymore."
"Alas." The centaur patriarch looked very worried. He keenly sensed the uneasy atmosphere in the vicinity, and a deeper sniff told him that the outbreak of war was not far away.