days at Hogwarts

Chapter 217 St. Mungo’s Hospital

"Are you a doctor? Why am I here?" Lockhart guessed from Madam Pomfrey's attire.

"Poor Professor Lockhart." Madam Pomfrey sighed, opening his eyelids to observe the pupils.

"Oh, you called me Professor Lockhart." Lockhart let her fingers fiddle with him. "I'm a professor? My God, I thought I wouldn't be very promising!"

"Merlin's beard," said Madam Pomfrey. She shook her head and asked softly, "Gilderoy Lockhart, do you remember what year it is now and how old you are?"

"What year?" Lockhart opened his mouth in confusion, thinking back blankly, but after thinking for a while, he couldn't come up with an answer.

Madam Pomfrey interrupted his thinking: "Get up, we are leaving for St. Mungo's Sanitarium."

Although he didn't know what St. Mungo's Sanatorium was, Lockhart got out of bed neatly, put on his shoes, and stayed beside Madam Pomfrey obediently.

"Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore opened a back door for us..." Ms. Pomfrey muttered, and took out a silver syringe from the medical equipment cabinet.

Both Loren and Lockhart looked at the silver syringe curiously. It was a portkey leading to St. Mungo's, but the slender needle tip was shining with a sharp cold light, and it seemed that it was not only for decoration.

The wizard's face only left the ears in place, the mouth ran to the middle of the face, the nose was on the Adam's apple of the neck, and the reason for raising his hands was that his eyes were now blinking in the palm of his hand.

So what is the Ministry of Magic for?

Madam Pomfrey was wearing a swallowtail hat and a neat white smock, which looked like a waiter's uniform in some high-end restaurant. Lockhart was wearing a decent suit, but Loren's robe was a bit strange.

However, these things seem to be full of unusual mysteries. Loren looked at the transparent glass window in front of him and the plastic models inside. Everything here is full of mottled and colorful magic radiance, Muggle-repelling spells, and traceless stretching spells. , protection spell, anti-space magic...

Madam Pomfrey gave the erratic Lockhart an occasional jab so they wouldn't be swept away by a crowd of shoppers who just wanted to squeeze into the electronics store next door - Christmas discounts, very tempting.

The blond witch looked at the terrifying face in front of her, and the corners of her eyes kept twitching. She must cast a few amnesiacs on herself later, and she must clear this face from her mind.

Speaking the word, Lockhart's face lit up with a bright smile, he raised his hands and cheered: "Gilderoy! Oh, yes, Gilderoy!"

"Okay, I'll count to three, one—two—three—"

Several therapists walked up and down among the waiting patients, asking about the situation, and writing a few notes on the clipboard from time to time. They all wore the same green robes, and the badges on the chests were embroidered with the pattern of crossed wands and bones.

In the front left of the waiting room is the information desk, where a fat blond witch is sitting, answering the questions of a middle-aged wizard with a look of despair.

"Long time no see, Merriam." Madam Pomfrey responded equally happily.

Ms. Pomfrey nodded, "Magic items can always flow out of Muggle society for no reason. Fingers are bitten off by biting doorknobs, limbs are broken by Quaffles that come out of nowhere, and there are often unlucky numbnesses." The melons were brought here, where they needed first aid for bone regeneration and memory modification."

The blond witch's eyelids twitched, and she pointed to the big sign on the left side of the table: "You have to go to the Spell Injury Department on the fifth floor."

It seemed that this was not St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. Loren asked curiously: "Ms. Pomfrey, why doesn't the portkey lead directly to the interior of St. Mungo's Hospital?"

The middle-aged wizard tilted his head, raised both palms in a gesture of surrender, and introduced his situation loudly and excitedly: "I found a mask from the Bojinbok store yesterday, and it disappeared immediately after I put it on. I can move the position of my facial features at will, like a jigsaw puzzle! It just didn’t work when I got up this morning, and I have to put them back in place.”

Loren: "..."

Loren guessed that she might have reported back to Dumbledore.

Loren asked suspiciously, "A Muggle injury?"

"Forgot to change into Muggle clothes," Madam Pomfrey patted her head belatedly. "Fortunately, Christmas is coming, and we are not so conspicuous."

This time Lockhart thought hard for a long time, but still couldn't come up with an answer. He bared his teeth and claws in anxiety, and his face turned red.Just thinking about it, Lockhart's eyes suddenly widened: "Why are you asking for my name? Do you want my signature?"

First Floor - Artifact Accident Section (Responsible for treating accidents caused by artifacts, including cauldron explosion, wand fire, broom collision, etc.)

Second Floor - Biological Injury Department (Responsible for treating stings, burns, embedded thorns, etc.)

Third Floor - Strange Bacterial Infection Department (responsible for the treatment of infectious diseases such as dragon pox, vanishing syndrome, lymphatic fungalitis, etc.)

Fourth Floor - Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning (Responsible for rashes, nausea, laughing, etc.)

Fifth Floor - Spell Injury Department (responsible for the treatment of poisonous spells, curses, wrong spells, etc. that cannot be removed.)

Sixth Floor - Tea Room and Shop ()

The lively sound in the waiting room continued...

It was a narrow red phone booth, and it was a bit crowded with three people. Madam Pomfrey opened the door first and walked out. Lockhart followed behind Madam Pomfrey with brisk steps.

Gradually approaching St. Mungo's, Ms. Pomfrey smiled. Led by Ms. Pomfrey, the three of them walked out of an inconspicuous aisle, and they suddenly realized.

"Originally the hospital was going to be opened in Diagon Alley, but there wasn't enough land there, and the Untraceable Stretching Curse would affect other spells. It couldn't be hidden underneath like the Ministry of Magic. Many patients needed to bask in the sun. In the end they We have a place here, and it's convenient to deal with some Muggle injuries."

Merriam showed Lockhart a motherly warm smile: "Hello, poor little lamb, do you remember your name?"

The streets during the Christmas holiday are also dotted with all kinds of strange decorations, and some shop assistants are dressed as Santa Claus at the door.The pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry. Although they were somewhat unique, they did not attract too many people's attention.

In front of me was an old-fashioned red brick department store, with big "Closed for Renovation" signs on the dusty doors.The name of Taotao Co., Ltd. can be barely recognized from the old signboard.

Madam Pomfrey spoke to the ugliest plastic mannequin, her breath causing a blur of fog to form on the transparent glass: "A patient with magical injuries needs treatment."

The blond witch took a deep breath and couldn't bear it any longer. She turned her head and shouted to the room behind her, "Jessica! Write to the Ministry of Magic and report that Borginbock Store is selling black magic items again!"

"Oh, I thought this was the Equipment Accident Department!" The middle-aged wizard left happily.

"I, I don't know how to write my name..." Lockhart murmured, stunned for a moment.

After a while, Madam Pomfrey said, "Here we are."

Accompanied by the sudden feeling of falling to the ground, his feet suddenly hit the ground, causing his knees to bend.Madam Pomfrey's voice rang in her ears: "We're here."

When talking about patients, Meriam became serious. They sat Lockhart down, performed a series of examinations on him, and asked all kinds of weird questions.

Within the magical range of St. Mungo's, the surrounding Muggle pedestrians hurried past them as if ignoring them completely.

"Come on, gentlemen, come closer." Madam Pomfrey beckoned, and asked the two to put their hands on the silver syringe.

There are dozens of spells that can be identified, and there are various alchemy arrays inside the window. He even felt a familiar feeling from them. It seems that Nicole Flamel also participated in St. Mungo's design and creation. put up.

Rows of male and female wizard patients sat on rickety wooden chairs. Some of them looked normal, holding expired copies of "Wizard Weekly" and "Daily Prophet" to pass the time.

They climbed the crooked stairs, all the way to the fifth floor, and entered a room in the Spell Injury Department.

Taking advantage of Ms. Pomfrey's inattention, Loren wiped the glass and wiped the dust from his fingertips. He silently complained in his heart that this place must have never been opened.

Loren suddenly felt a scrutinizing gaze, and looked towards the source of the gaze. Next to the slogan was a large portrait of a witch with long silver curly hair, which stated:

Daisy Deventer

St. Mungo's Healer (1722-1741)

Madam Pomfrey gave her a blank look: "Don't be kidding, I have a patient here."

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)

Letting go of her embrace, she held Madam Pomfrey's hand and kept shaking it, joking with a smile on her mouth: "When will Poppy become the headmaster of Hogwarts, I'm waiting to hear your good news!"

A hook hooked a little behind the navel, and with a jerk, the solidity of the feet on the ground disappeared, and the hands were firmly glued to the silver syringe. They marched in the sound of the wind, and the needles pulled them.

The wizard patient with an extra hand on his chest crowded into the information desk, his hand almost kept shaking in front of the witch's eyes, and he said shyly, "I also bought it from Bojinbok store."

"Historically, there have been many accidents in which dangerous objects entered, causing casualties to patients. During the last wizarding war, malicious people intended to attack the hospital. Since then, St. Mungo's security measures have become stricter."

Driven by some kind of muscle memory, he grabbed the quill pen on the table and wanted to write his name in the notebook, but stopped when he was about to finish writing.

"Very well, what is behind Gildero, do you remember?" Merriam continued to ask.

They came to a crowded waiting room, and Loren looked around with great interest, looking at everything in this magic hospital.The surrounding walls are covered with notices and notices: Cleaning the cauldron can prevent the potion from becoming poisonous, and the antidote must be approved by a qualified healer...

"Let's go, we have to go to the fifth floor." Ms. Pomfrey was very familiar with this place, leading Loren and Lockhart through the double doors, and walked through a narrow corridor. The candles were wrapped in crystal bubbles, Floating from the ceiling, it is flanked by portraits of famous therapists.

"Of course, I feel that my vision has broadened!" The middle-aged wizard seemed to be very proud, waving his hands non-stop.

A female therapist wearing a green robe and a gold and silver garland on her head, who was about Pomfrey's age happily stood up, rushed forward and gave Ms. Pomfrey a warm and intimate hug: "Poppi! Long time no see! "

The sign reads:

The plastic dummy's eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly to them, waving his stiff fingers.Madam Pomfrey grabbed both men's arms and disappeared through the glass.

Unlike the deserted alley just now, this wide street is full of Muggle pedestrians, and the shops on both sides are crowded with Christmas customers.

"The way you look now doesn't prevent you from reading, right?" The blonde witch forced her voice out of her throat with difficulty.

Lockhart tilted his head, frowned, hesitated for a long time, and managed to utter a word: "Gee, Gildero."

It looked dilapidated and deserted, with several aging and cracked plastic dummies in the window, wearing crooked wigs in various poses, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago.The ugliest one in the middle was wearing a green, ugly dress made of cheap nylon that had oxidized and discolored.

Lockhart looked at everything on the street with great interest, and the passers-by on the street occasionally looked at them strangely.

If it wasn't for the voice of a witch in the front row reading a newspaper, Loren would have thought they were normal people.

"In order to protect the safety of patients, no matter whether it is a person or an object, everything that enters St. Mungol's must be inspected." Ms. Pomfrey's footsteps were quick, and she led the two out of the exit, turning into another complicated road. alley.

The room is not big, the furnishings are very simple, there is only a cabinet, a table, and two chairs.

Loren came out at last, and found that they were in a deserted alley, the back end of the alley was sealed off by a red brick wall, leaving only one opening to get in and out.The neat brick walls on both sides and the graffiti on them all highlight the Muggle characteristics.

There is also her portrait on the wall of Dumbledore's headmaster's office, but the frame is not so big.Dai Lisi met Loren's gaze, she blinked slightly, smiled at him, stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

Loren noticed that the first and last person in the queue was Mungo Bonham (1560-1659).The Mungo in St. Mungo refers to the healer who founded the Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

He had practiced countless times, and the instinct of signing countless times drove him to do so, but until the ink on the quill nib blurred on the paper, Lockhart could no longer remember how to write.

I don’t know if it was made by Dumbledore or Ms. Pomfrey herself. As the resident therapist, Ms. Pomfrey has close communication with St. Mungo’s. If it weren’t for the special magic of Hogwarts, she would definitely apply for it. Hogwarts and St. Mungo's Floo Network.

"Yes, many of St. Mungo's patients are Muggles."

There are also some people with strange shapes, such as eyes all over the face, mouth and nose running to the forehead, and an extra hand growing on the chest... In short, it can be seen at a glance that they need treatment.

A great sadness, which he could not understand, came over him.

Merlin took the pen and paper from him, wrote and drew in the notebook, then turned her head and whispered to Pomfrey: "Permanent spell damage, I can't even remember who I am. Merlin bless him, only With intensive treatment and a bit of luck, I can get better."

These words fell into Loren's ears word by word. He looked at Lockhart who was like a child, smiled slightly, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Principal Dumbledore, this is you." Want me to see it?"

Thinking of the detailed information about Bates in those manuscripts, Loren thought to himself, I don't regret it at all...