Chapter 495 St. Mungo's Magical Hospital
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 495 St. Mungo's Magical Hospital
After they finished breakfast, Weasley swapped his wizarding robes for a pair of mismatched Hawaiian short-sleeved shorts,
Harry Ron and the others also changed into Muggle clothes,
But there is no Muggle clothes of Sirius Black's current size, but fortunately he can maintain the image of a big black dog in Muggle society.
After packing up, Harry and the others came to the [Leaky Cauldron] through the Floo powder passage, and met Hermione.
Then, at the suggestion of Mr. Weasley, several people took the subway to the center of London.
As they rode the escalator, Mr. Weasley revealed the purpose of his proposal.
He fumbled around on the handrail with a full face of excitement, under the surprised eyes of the Muggles around him... squatting up and down, looking around the elevator, wondering how this thing works.
When Hermione explained the principle of the elevator, Mr. Weasley became even more excited when he realized that this thing also runs on electricity.
"Fun Muggle bauble, Hermione... do you know where I can get one of these?"
It took a long time for Hermione to dismiss the idea from Mr. Weasley.
At the end of the escalator ride, Mr. Weasley was even about to turn back and go down, wanting to do it again.
Fortunately, he still remembered that the purpose of their trip was to visit the MacGuffins, not to observe and study the way Muggles traveled.
In the end, Mr. Weasley could only reluctantly leave the subway station in central London with them.
After that, Mr. Weasley led Harry, the others and Padfoot to a wide commercial street.
They walked through the crowd, and finally... finally stood at the entrance of a huge, old-fashioned red brick store that looked like it was in the 70s and [-]s.
The old shop sign is dusty... tattered and hung:
【Ching Chan Department Store】
"Okay, here it is....Behind me is the famous [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries], founded by Munger Bonham, the most famous healer in the history of magic, in the 17th century..."
Mr. Weasley introduced Harry and Hermione quite proudly.
——It looks like King's Cross Station again.
But looking at this dilapidated store, Harry always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it made him feel uncomfortable.
And it's not just him and Hermione... Even the Muggles passing by on the road stopped for a while, glanced at the shop rather strangely, and then left the street muttering in their mouths.
Mr. Weasley and Ron next to him looked normal, and they didn't think there was anything wrong here.
Compared to Harry's silence, Hermione clearly pointed out the problem here unceremoniously.
"This is too stupid."
"Mr. Weasley, why didn't [St. Mungo's Hospital] be built underground like the Ministry of Magic... or set up a magic spell to shield Muggles like Diagon Alley... just disguised like this, isn't it afraid that Muggles will find out?"
Hermione pointed to the Muggles who just walked past and said.
Harry immediately agreed with Hermione's thoughts. He also felt that something was wrong here, but he didn't think it through so clearly.
Mr. Weasley looked a little embarrassed, and he explained vaguely, "...built underground...it's not conducive to the recovery of patients."
"As for the Muggle-blocking spell...[St. Mungo's Hospital] doesn't have a Gringotts...it can't afford to cast a Muggle-blocking spell here for a long time."
"What's more, they have to treat some Muggles who have been harmed by magic, as well as the family members of Muggle wizards. If they are placed in a barren mountain, or if they completely cast a spell to shield Muggles here, it will be difficult for them to see a doctor here. Moreover... After the Muggle patients are cured, they can easily return to Muggle society, just by mixing in the crowd and going out."
"But, but... this is still too stupid... Mr. Weasley, this style of shop was popular more than ten years ago, hasn't it never aroused the suspicion of Muggles?"
"What's more, 100 meters away is the bustling commercial street...Mr. Weasley, you have just seen the doubts of those Muggles. Don't you have any doubts from the British Muggle department? Don't some illegal real estate businessmen threaten you because the land here is too valuable?"
"Ah, it turns out that the Muggle department has been harassing, posting notices... wanting to come in here... and those idiot Muggles who threatened the goblins a while ago mean that!"
"Did these Muggles regard the goblin disguised as a human being as the owner of this building?"
Mr. Weasley suddenly realized, "I said why those Muggles kidnapped a goblin who just came out of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital... Most of the wizards in the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic couldn't figure out the cause and effect of this incident, so they could only temporarily imprison the goblin in Azkaban."
"Kidnapping a goblin? How is it possible?" Ron said in disbelief.
"It's true!...I'll have to talk to Crouch about this later. Is this unlucky goblin still in Azikaban for harming a Muggle for no reason?" Mr. Weasley explained with a suppressed smile.
"So...has this place attracted the suspicion and attention of Muggles?...Indeed, it is time to cast a spell to shield Muggles here."
"However, this is not something that can be resolved at once."
"To be honest, it's a miracle that [St. Mungo's Hospital] is supported by its financial situation..." Mr. Weasley didn't want to point out to the little wizards the bad debts of corruption between St. Mungo's Hospital, Diagon Alley, and the Ministry of Magic, so he hurriedly interrupted, "Okay, let's go in [St. Mungo's] quickly? It just so happens that there are no Muggles passing by now..."
Mr. Weasley pulled Harry and the others to the window.
In these windows, there are some worn-out dolls with weird poses and even connected dolls.
The wigs on their heads and the clothes on their bodies are... the afro, hippie style of the last century...
No wonder Hermione said it was too old-fashioned and would attract the attention of Muggles.
There is also a large notice posted on the dusty gate:
——The business will be closed during the renovation period.
In this department store, these words are the only ones that are clearly visible... The clarity is even a bit incompatible with the antiquated atmosphere exuded by the old furnishings in this store.
"Okay, it's like King's Cross Station... Are you ready? Harry! Just rush in in a while!" Mr. Weasley said, pointing to a particularly ugly doll in the window.
"Let's see MacGuffin Albert!" he said to the doll.
The weird doll in a green nylon suit lowered its head slightly.
Harry seemed to see the thing blinking, and actually nodded.
Then he realized he was right, the doll was waving its joined fingers, as if inviting them in.
"Hurry up! Harry!" Ron couldn't wait to push behind him.
Harry felt as if he had passed through a layer of mist, and he was transported to a completely strange place in an instant.
It's like a reception somewhere, and it's very crowded.
People come and go, people of all shapes and sizes, most of them are wizards dressed like Muggles, there are also some goblins, and strange intelligent magical creatures that look like vampires.
One by one, witches and wizards sat on rickety, somewhat worn-out wooden chairs.
Most of them held the outdated "Wizard Weekly" in their hands, shaking their legs in boredom...or picked up the latest edition of "Daily Prophet" and the wizards next to them pointed out what the Ministry of Magic should do about the recent events. .
Of course, these normal wizards, Harry thought it was very likely that they were accompanying family members.
After all, some wizards can't come alone when they see it.
But these guys... most of them are... how should I put it, they suffered from all kinds of magic damage, and most of them became very strange in appearance.
Harry thought that Fergani Seamus and Neville were the perfect collection of all kinds of magical accidents.
But now it's an 'eyes wide open'.
such as……
A witch who seemed to have just graduated... about the same age as Percy directly changed her chest into the size of a watermelon, and as she moved with difficulty, it was still trembling and expanding, as if it was equipped with springs.
Next to her, looking very scary, two older... wizards who looked like her parents were constantly scolding the younger witch.
This poor witch had no choice but to wear a black veil to cover her face, lowered her head in extreme shame, and almost exploded and disappeared here.
This is still easy to handle.
What happened to some wizards, Harry couldn't figure out how they did it. Of course, he didn't want to think about the meaning of what they did.
For example, a wizard just passed in front of Harry, and he didn't do anything serious, he just turned his mouth into a chrysanthemum...a big one...
……Forehead!
Harry felt a chill, and immediately averted his gaze.
A witch was trying to fan her head with a copy of "Wizard Weekly", steam was gushing from her mouth, and there was a high-pitched whistling sound.
There was also a wizard who directly turned his head into a bull's head, and was gnawing on the robes of the wizards next to him and the papers of the old edition of "Wizard Weekly" in their hands, while the witch next to him who looked like his wife was holding a wand with a face full of embarrassment, stopping this wizard who didn't know if he could return to his original state.
As for those with two hands growing out of their buttocks; their appearance has become extremely terrifying; their arms and legs have been broken; their intestines have leaked out and wrapped around their stomachs; their heads are covered in blood, and their skulls have come out... They can all be regarded as some minor problems.
The witches and wizards in green robes hardly used the notebooks floating next to them to record automatically, and just waved their wands... After letting them drink a bottle of potion, they healed what looked like serious injuries in just a few minutes, and let the wizards leave.
Harry noticed that the badge pinned to the chest of the wizard in the green robe was very special, and he didn't seem to have seen it before.
"Are these therapists?"
Harry asked.
Because he has dealt with Madam Pomfrey many times, he also knows that most of the wizards working in [St. Mungo's Hospital] are called healers. They don't cut open their stomachs like Muggle doctors, or suture wounds with medical needles and threads to treat most traumatic diseases.
Only those extremely difficult infections and the damage caused by spells would make it difficult for these wizards to do so.
"Hmm!" Ron replied in a trance, he was staring at a beautiful witch who seemed to be of Veela blood.
The witch accompanied an extremely delicate little girl like a doll in the crowd... queuing up towards the information desk at the reception.
A pair of ugly feathered wings protruded from the little girl's back, ruining her otherwise beautiful and delicate face.
Beauty and ugliness come together for even more impact.
This caused some wizards and most of the witches nearby to stare at these two witches with extremely strange eyes, talking a lot.
Most of them... are talking about the emergence of Veela bloodlines and other topics.
A small number of them cursed directly, saying that these two witches are inferior species that are not even as good as Muggles.
I don't know if it's because of the charm of the witch,
Harry also focused his eyes on the poor pair of 'sisters', eager to try... wondering if he could help them.
However, there was no need for them to go out. Many male healers with bone and wand badges put down the patients in their hands and surrounded them directly.
"Here!" Hermione snorted dissatisfiedly, and then pulled the two of them, making them follow closely behind Mr. Weasley, at the back of the long line.
At the front of the queue, a blond and blue-eyed fat witch was sitting at the table and dealing with affairs.
An 'Information Desk' sign was placed on the desk.
On the left and right sides of the information desk, there are two magic blackboards, on which various notices and posters are pasted.
Many wizards in green robes waved their wands, removed the top notice on the magic blackboard, and wrote the latest news.
In addition, on the edge of the blackboard, there are many posters selling new potions, magic utensils and tools.
Self-cleaning cauldrons and magic cleaning potions are the most flamboyantly advertised,
Glittering, rows of identical posters were pasted on it, attracting many wizards and healers to stop and watch.
In addition, there are various potion posters, all kinds of potions are on it... cure acne, eliminate acne, treat hair loss... antidote, anti-curse potion...
Hermione's gaze stayed on some portraits hanging on the wall next to her.
Harry followed his gaze and found that it was the creation of this magic hospital or the portraits of very famous therapists, with their names marked below:
Mungo Bonham,
Founder of St. Mungo's Hospital.
——A middle-aged man who looks slightly bald, wearing a simple linen robe
Daisy Deventer,
Extremely outstanding therapist (1722-1741).
—Witch with long silver curls
……
They're all magical portraits like the Fat Lady,
These 'people' are looking at the team with great interest... all kinds of weird 'diseases' on the wizards, and they are whispering about the treatment methods.
The team disappeared very slowly, when Harry and the others gradually approached the 'information desk'.
The very normal-looking young wizard in front of him... was poking out his buttocks, twisting and twisting and doing weird movements, his entire face almost turned purple.
The blond witch was asking loudly angrily, "What's the matter with you? Talk... If you want to know which floor to go to for treatment, please look here... If you really don't know, come and ask me... If you want to know which floor the patient is visiting, please speak quickly."
She slapped her desk impatiently, pointed to a sign erected on the left back,
——It is a floor instruction guide, which clearly shows the various departments on each floor and the relevant content of the treatment range.
(End of this chapter)
After they finished breakfast, Weasley swapped his wizarding robes for a pair of mismatched Hawaiian short-sleeved shorts,
Harry Ron and the others also changed into Muggle clothes,
But there is no Muggle clothes of Sirius Black's current size, but fortunately he can maintain the image of a big black dog in Muggle society.
After packing up, Harry and the others came to the [Leaky Cauldron] through the Floo powder passage, and met Hermione.
Then, at the suggestion of Mr. Weasley, several people took the subway to the center of London.
As they rode the escalator, Mr. Weasley revealed the purpose of his proposal.
He fumbled around on the handrail with a full face of excitement, under the surprised eyes of the Muggles around him... squatting up and down, looking around the elevator, wondering how this thing works.
When Hermione explained the principle of the elevator, Mr. Weasley became even more excited when he realized that this thing also runs on electricity.
"Fun Muggle bauble, Hermione... do you know where I can get one of these?"
It took a long time for Hermione to dismiss the idea from Mr. Weasley.
At the end of the escalator ride, Mr. Weasley was even about to turn back and go down, wanting to do it again.
Fortunately, he still remembered that the purpose of their trip was to visit the MacGuffins, not to observe and study the way Muggles traveled.
In the end, Mr. Weasley could only reluctantly leave the subway station in central London with them.
After that, Mr. Weasley led Harry, the others and Padfoot to a wide commercial street.
They walked through the crowd, and finally... finally stood at the entrance of a huge, old-fashioned red brick store that looked like it was in the 70s and [-]s.
The old shop sign is dusty... tattered and hung:
【Ching Chan Department Store】
"Okay, here it is....Behind me is the famous [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries], founded by Munger Bonham, the most famous healer in the history of magic, in the 17th century..."
Mr. Weasley introduced Harry and Hermione quite proudly.
——It looks like King's Cross Station again.
But looking at this dilapidated store, Harry always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it made him feel uncomfortable.
And it's not just him and Hermione... Even the Muggles passing by on the road stopped for a while, glanced at the shop rather strangely, and then left the street muttering in their mouths.
Mr. Weasley and Ron next to him looked normal, and they didn't think there was anything wrong here.
Compared to Harry's silence, Hermione clearly pointed out the problem here unceremoniously.
"This is too stupid."
"Mr. Weasley, why didn't [St. Mungo's Hospital] be built underground like the Ministry of Magic... or set up a magic spell to shield Muggles like Diagon Alley... just disguised like this, isn't it afraid that Muggles will find out?"
Hermione pointed to the Muggles who just walked past and said.
Harry immediately agreed with Hermione's thoughts. He also felt that something was wrong here, but he didn't think it through so clearly.
Mr. Weasley looked a little embarrassed, and he explained vaguely, "...built underground...it's not conducive to the recovery of patients."
"As for the Muggle-blocking spell...[St. Mungo's Hospital] doesn't have a Gringotts...it can't afford to cast a Muggle-blocking spell here for a long time."
"What's more, they have to treat some Muggles who have been harmed by magic, as well as the family members of Muggle wizards. If they are placed in a barren mountain, or if they completely cast a spell to shield Muggles here, it will be difficult for them to see a doctor here. Moreover... After the Muggle patients are cured, they can easily return to Muggle society, just by mixing in the crowd and going out."
"But, but... this is still too stupid... Mr. Weasley, this style of shop was popular more than ten years ago, hasn't it never aroused the suspicion of Muggles?"
"What's more, 100 meters away is the bustling commercial street...Mr. Weasley, you have just seen the doubts of those Muggles. Don't you have any doubts from the British Muggle department? Don't some illegal real estate businessmen threaten you because the land here is too valuable?"
"Ah, it turns out that the Muggle department has been harassing, posting notices... wanting to come in here... and those idiot Muggles who threatened the goblins a while ago mean that!"
"Did these Muggles regard the goblin disguised as a human being as the owner of this building?"
Mr. Weasley suddenly realized, "I said why those Muggles kidnapped a goblin who just came out of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital... Most of the wizards in the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic couldn't figure out the cause and effect of this incident, so they could only temporarily imprison the goblin in Azkaban."
"Kidnapping a goblin? How is it possible?" Ron said in disbelief.
"It's true!...I'll have to talk to Crouch about this later. Is this unlucky goblin still in Azikaban for harming a Muggle for no reason?" Mr. Weasley explained with a suppressed smile.
"So...has this place attracted the suspicion and attention of Muggles?...Indeed, it is time to cast a spell to shield Muggles here."
"However, this is not something that can be resolved at once."
"To be honest, it's a miracle that [St. Mungo's Hospital] is supported by its financial situation..." Mr. Weasley didn't want to point out to the little wizards the bad debts of corruption between St. Mungo's Hospital, Diagon Alley, and the Ministry of Magic, so he hurriedly interrupted, "Okay, let's go in [St. Mungo's] quickly? It just so happens that there are no Muggles passing by now..."
Mr. Weasley pulled Harry and the others to the window.
In these windows, there are some worn-out dolls with weird poses and even connected dolls.
The wigs on their heads and the clothes on their bodies are... the afro, hippie style of the last century...
No wonder Hermione said it was too old-fashioned and would attract the attention of Muggles.
There is also a large notice posted on the dusty gate:
——The business will be closed during the renovation period.
In this department store, these words are the only ones that are clearly visible... The clarity is even a bit incompatible with the antiquated atmosphere exuded by the old furnishings in this store.
"Okay, it's like King's Cross Station... Are you ready? Harry! Just rush in in a while!" Mr. Weasley said, pointing to a particularly ugly doll in the window.
"Let's see MacGuffin Albert!" he said to the doll.
The weird doll in a green nylon suit lowered its head slightly.
Harry seemed to see the thing blinking, and actually nodded.
Then he realized he was right, the doll was waving its joined fingers, as if inviting them in.
"Hurry up! Harry!" Ron couldn't wait to push behind him.
Harry felt as if he had passed through a layer of mist, and he was transported to a completely strange place in an instant.
It's like a reception somewhere, and it's very crowded.
People come and go, people of all shapes and sizes, most of them are wizards dressed like Muggles, there are also some goblins, and strange intelligent magical creatures that look like vampires.
One by one, witches and wizards sat on rickety, somewhat worn-out wooden chairs.
Most of them held the outdated "Wizard Weekly" in their hands, shaking their legs in boredom...or picked up the latest edition of "Daily Prophet" and the wizards next to them pointed out what the Ministry of Magic should do about the recent events. .
Of course, these normal wizards, Harry thought it was very likely that they were accompanying family members.
After all, some wizards can't come alone when they see it.
But these guys... most of them are... how should I put it, they suffered from all kinds of magic damage, and most of them became very strange in appearance.
Harry thought that Fergani Seamus and Neville were the perfect collection of all kinds of magical accidents.
But now it's an 'eyes wide open'.
such as……
A witch who seemed to have just graduated... about the same age as Percy directly changed her chest into the size of a watermelon, and as she moved with difficulty, it was still trembling and expanding, as if it was equipped with springs.
Next to her, looking very scary, two older... wizards who looked like her parents were constantly scolding the younger witch.
This poor witch had no choice but to wear a black veil to cover her face, lowered her head in extreme shame, and almost exploded and disappeared here.
This is still easy to handle.
What happened to some wizards, Harry couldn't figure out how they did it. Of course, he didn't want to think about the meaning of what they did.
For example, a wizard just passed in front of Harry, and he didn't do anything serious, he just turned his mouth into a chrysanthemum...a big one...
……Forehead!
Harry felt a chill, and immediately averted his gaze.
A witch was trying to fan her head with a copy of "Wizard Weekly", steam was gushing from her mouth, and there was a high-pitched whistling sound.
There was also a wizard who directly turned his head into a bull's head, and was gnawing on the robes of the wizards next to him and the papers of the old edition of "Wizard Weekly" in their hands, while the witch next to him who looked like his wife was holding a wand with a face full of embarrassment, stopping this wizard who didn't know if he could return to his original state.
As for those with two hands growing out of their buttocks; their appearance has become extremely terrifying; their arms and legs have been broken; their intestines have leaked out and wrapped around their stomachs; their heads are covered in blood, and their skulls have come out... They can all be regarded as some minor problems.
The witches and wizards in green robes hardly used the notebooks floating next to them to record automatically, and just waved their wands... After letting them drink a bottle of potion, they healed what looked like serious injuries in just a few minutes, and let the wizards leave.
Harry noticed that the badge pinned to the chest of the wizard in the green robe was very special, and he didn't seem to have seen it before.
"Are these therapists?"
Harry asked.
Because he has dealt with Madam Pomfrey many times, he also knows that most of the wizards working in [St. Mungo's Hospital] are called healers. They don't cut open their stomachs like Muggle doctors, or suture wounds with medical needles and threads to treat most traumatic diseases.
Only those extremely difficult infections and the damage caused by spells would make it difficult for these wizards to do so.
"Hmm!" Ron replied in a trance, he was staring at a beautiful witch who seemed to be of Veela blood.
The witch accompanied an extremely delicate little girl like a doll in the crowd... queuing up towards the information desk at the reception.
A pair of ugly feathered wings protruded from the little girl's back, ruining her otherwise beautiful and delicate face.
Beauty and ugliness come together for even more impact.
This caused some wizards and most of the witches nearby to stare at these two witches with extremely strange eyes, talking a lot.
Most of them... are talking about the emergence of Veela bloodlines and other topics.
A small number of them cursed directly, saying that these two witches are inferior species that are not even as good as Muggles.
I don't know if it's because of the charm of the witch,
Harry also focused his eyes on the poor pair of 'sisters', eager to try... wondering if he could help them.
However, there was no need for them to go out. Many male healers with bone and wand badges put down the patients in their hands and surrounded them directly.
"Here!" Hermione snorted dissatisfiedly, and then pulled the two of them, making them follow closely behind Mr. Weasley, at the back of the long line.
At the front of the queue, a blond and blue-eyed fat witch was sitting at the table and dealing with affairs.
An 'Information Desk' sign was placed on the desk.
On the left and right sides of the information desk, there are two magic blackboards, on which various notices and posters are pasted.
Many wizards in green robes waved their wands, removed the top notice on the magic blackboard, and wrote the latest news.
In addition, on the edge of the blackboard, there are many posters selling new potions, magic utensils and tools.
Self-cleaning cauldrons and magic cleaning potions are the most flamboyantly advertised,
Glittering, rows of identical posters were pasted on it, attracting many wizards and healers to stop and watch.
In addition, there are various potion posters, all kinds of potions are on it... cure acne, eliminate acne, treat hair loss... antidote, anti-curse potion...
Hermione's gaze stayed on some portraits hanging on the wall next to her.
Harry followed his gaze and found that it was the creation of this magic hospital or the portraits of very famous therapists, with their names marked below:
Mungo Bonham,
Founder of St. Mungo's Hospital.
——A middle-aged man who looks slightly bald, wearing a simple linen robe
Daisy Deventer,
Extremely outstanding therapist (1722-1741).
—Witch with long silver curls
……
They're all magical portraits like the Fat Lady,
These 'people' are looking at the team with great interest... all kinds of weird 'diseases' on the wizards, and they are whispering about the treatment methods.
The team disappeared very slowly, when Harry and the others gradually approached the 'information desk'.
The very normal-looking young wizard in front of him... was poking out his buttocks, twisting and twisting and doing weird movements, his entire face almost turned purple.
The blond witch was asking loudly angrily, "What's the matter with you? Talk... If you want to know which floor to go to for treatment, please look here... If you really don't know, come and ask me... If you want to know which floor the patient is visiting, please speak quickly."
She slapped her desk impatiently, pointed to a sign erected on the left back,
——It is a floor instruction guide, which clearly shows the various departments on each floor and the relevant content of the treatment range.
(End of this chapter)
