Chapter 91 Healing

Feeling lonely in a noisy environment, I am afraid that only one person knows that it is that cold feeling that lingers in Pomona's heart.

"Think of Lily, Severus." Dumbledore's voice sounded behind him, "She doesn't want to die so young, I'm not asking you to kill, but knowing where they're going to make the killing, stop them More innocent people like Lily, doing what's right because it's right."

"When can I quit?" Severus asked, at least not as forcefully as before.

"Anytime," said Dumbledore, laughing, but Pomona believed he was being perfunctory, and only a fool would believe him.

"Godmother?" Seeing her distracted, Draco hurriedly woke her up.

At this time, they left the recuperation area and were on their way to the tea room on the sixth floor of the main building.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness used to be an old-fashioned red brick department store. Muggles could only see the "Closed for Renovation" sign on the door and could not enter. The wizard only needs to explain the reason to an ugly doll in front of the window, and he can come in through a broken window, and then he can see the six floors of the hospital with noisy people and all kinds of patients suffering from strange magical injuries.

The first floor is the waiting room and the artifact accident department, and the second floor is the biological injury department. Arthur Weasley was once bitten by Nagini, and his life was dying. The intern Augustus Pye tried to use Muggle Find a way to heal Arthur's wounds. The scars on Snape's neck are not as hideous as Arthur's, and Nagini's teeth marks can even be seen.

"I remember that when the godfather saved me, he used the counter-curse. Why did you use Bai Xian?"

"Because I think men look good with scars, dear." Pomona imitated Narcissa's tone and said, "If we had enough doctors after the Battle of Hogwarts, we wouldn't have died so many people. Both sides dispatched their entire army and suffered heavy casualties, so other races are ready to move, even if you don’t go directly to the battlefield to participate in the battle, you should heal others, if you can’t even do this, what else do you think you can do?”

Draco looked at his hand that was scarred after being treated with Baixian, and his steps became lighter.

Perhaps, she should find a time to ask how to treat snake bites.

When passing by the second floor, she paid special attention to the name of the consulting room, and then went to the third floor with Draco.

"Cough cough cough cough."

The third floor is the Department of Strange Bacteria and Infections. Those patients with dragon pox looked horrifying. Draco looked at them with disgust on their faces. Thinking of Malfoy's face full of acne, everyone would wish him to stay away from this place. .

The fourth floor is the Department of Potions and Plant Poisoning, where Theodore Norton is an intern. When he and Draco passed by, he clapped his hands, as if he was back in school.

The fifth floor is the Charms and Injury Department, where the pompous Lockhart lives. He is the type of man Pomona hates the most, a liar, and Severus also likes to lie, but he is different from Lockhart. He doesn't show his eight front teeth and encourages girls to send him love letters.

Pomona couldn't figure out why Snape would agree to the idiot Lockhart's duel invitation, but she looked relieved and fulfilled seeing Lockhart being knocked into the air by "Expelling You". Also using the Disarming Charm, Harry could only attack the opponent's hand, at most the strength of being punched, but Snape made an adult fly far away, like being hit by a running bull, His spells are so powerful that Head Slytherin is not what he used to be.

From being weak at the beginning, he gradually became equal to her, and now far surpasses her. He has grown very fast. As far as she knows, not all human beings work hard to become stronger like this. There are many people who are content with the status quo. Loha The specially made-up story also deceives housewives, and anyone with a bit of common sense can see the problem.

The weakness of the magic world is deep, which is a very dangerous signal. The repeated battles and the perfunctory work of the black magic art class have caused the talents to wither, and it is not yet possible to cultivate them in time.

"Why don't we take the elevator?" Draco asked.

"Because I want to walk." Pomona said blankly, even if she was a beauty, no one dared to approach her, and then they found Narcissa who was cleaning the table on the sixth floor.

She is adapting to the new environment and has a smile on her face. She is no longer the kind of person who covers her nose with a handkerchief to cover her expression.

She lives freely and happily, provided that all the tearoom staff know that she is Mrs. Malfoy, and they don't do any dirty work for her, and she is still protected.

"Sissy!"

Narcissa was surprised when she heard someone calling her.

"How did you come?"

"Can Draco and I have a separate room?" Pomona pointed at the little dragon who looked a little unhappy.

"No problem, it's past dinner time anyway." Narcissa looked Pomona up and down.

"What's wrong?"

"From noon to afternoon? It's unbelievable." Narcissa said inexplicable words, and then led the two of them into a small private room in the corner. There were soft sofas and pillows inside, giving it the warmth of home.

"Take it and use it, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, Sissy." After she closed the door, Pomona pointed to the seat opposite her and said blankly, "Sit down, Draco."

Draco Malfoy sat down as promised.

"Every Hogwarts student has career counseling. Although you have graduated, I still want to ask you about your future plans. Do you plan to stay in the UK?"

"Do I have any other options?" Draco looked impatient, after all, Malfoy didn't need to consider the issue of "employment".

"Of course, you can go to France, or even Scandinavia. When the domestic situation becomes unmanageable, you must be prepared to take your mother out of the UK. Have you thought about which country you will settle in in the future? ?”

"Is it that bad?" Draco didn't look too surprised, but fortunately he still had the most basic sense of politics.

"There are many nobles in Slytherin. They not only have rich property, but also have many secrets that are kept secret. The Ministry of Magic is very interested in the wolfsbane potion invented by your godfather. They once wanted to win over him with high officials and rich salary. In the ancient family There are many more magical formulas than it, not to mention spells, magic tools and so on. Now they want to take everything that belongs to Slytherin, because they are the winners. Think about it. If your father's property is confiscated, you You can't continue to live this kind of leisurely life in St. Mungo's, you have to earn money by yourself, otherwise your mother will clear the table and feed you like a real waiter, do you want to be that kind of loser?"

Draco was very unhappy, but he didn't say a word. He began to show a melancholy temperament, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he no longer had the arrogant look he had before.

"I'm sorry, Draco, I hope you will always be a child." Pomona felt very sad.

"Didn't you say we're here to play games? Why are you making that stupid expression." Draco put his legs on the sofa and leaned against the cushions, like he was the owner of this private room "Quickly tell How do I play this game?"

"Is that how you speak to your godmother?"

"You look just like my sister, I wouldn't call you that in public." Draco didn't know what to think, and looked regretful.

"Are you worried about Zabini leaking the secret?"

"How did you know?"

"Next time you meet him, just say it was a joke, that I'm a stupid girl who has a crush on your godfather." Pomona laughed heartily. "Oh, Lover Snape, that horse The unicorn can rest."

It had been kicking Severus in the head for twenty years, after all.

"You're really mean, Pomona."

"Christine, the name Pomona reminds people of many things. I am your cousin from France, and I said the same in front of Dean Thomas." Pomona put her hands on the table and said with great interest "That's the rules of the game, keep secrets, have you practiced Occlumency, Draco?"