Chapter 924 St. Muggle's Muggle
Rang Rang! Hurry up and let Rang... Oh, this unlucky guy looks like he lost his soul!
When little Victor followed to the first floor of St. Mungo's, he was immediately taken aback by the busy scene inside—to be honest, he had never seen so many strange patients.
Yes, there are dancing patients, crying patients, and even patients with colorful mushrooms growing on their heads and bubbling bubbles in their mouths.
Of course, due to the chaos outside, most of the patients in the waiting room are those who were attacked by monsters like Frena and Kingsley.
Hearing the noise of Excuse me and Give way coming from beside him, little Victor subconsciously took two steps forward, so as not to block the passage of those who were carrying the wounded with the door panels.
Then, with Frena on his back, he glanced back and forth in the waiting room, and soon found the sign standing beside the waiting bench:
If you don't know which department to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionists are willing to help!
There is also a striking red arrow drawn under the sign, pointing directly to the information desk at the other end of the waiting room.
Little Victor was stunned, and was about to go over there to ask for clarification—although he saw that Sirius had already carried Kingsley to the stairs, but Frena's symptoms were obviously different from the other party's, so he still asked good.
But before he took a few steps there, Sirius who had already climbed the stairs suddenly shouted towards this side.
Come here directly! You are the same as me, you should go to the fifth floor!
Hearing this, little Victor hesitantly glanced at the blond witch behind the counter at the information desk, and then hurried towards the stairs with Frena on his back.
Before climbing up the stairs, he also took a look at the schematic diagram of the floor department hanging on the wall.
Fifth floor...'Spell Injury Department'?
With his shallow understanding of magic, he has no idea if this is right or not. So he just glanced out of habit and kept walking up the stairs.
To be honest, Frena is not tall, and logically speaking, she is still a little thin. But although little Victor looked big and thick, he was all puffy.
For him, climbing the fifth floor with someone on his back is really a bit difficult.
Hoo... ph... ph...
After climbing one and a half floors, little Victor had to stop to take a breath. While panting heavily, he glanced upstairs exhaustedly, then shook his head helplessly.
As for Sirius, it would be good if that guy could remind him, naturally it is impossible to stop and wait for him. At this moment, it is estimated that Kingsley has already gone to see the therapist on his back.
The child has never carried her on his back since he grew up, and I don't know if she is so heavy...
Thinking of his own child who was about to grow up, little Victor worried about his family more and more, but it seemed to bring him more strength.
However, he immediately took a deep breath, adjusted the posture of Frena behind him, and was about to continue walking up.
But at that moment, the broom handle that he used as a back frame rolled in his hand, which brought him a good idea.
...
Broomsticks are not allowed indoors! Get down here—
Little Victor carried Frena on his back, while he himself sat on the broom, swinging sideways and flying up the stairs.
It's easy to bump into people in this way, especially when St. Mungo's is very crowded today. When he flew like this, many patients immediately bowed their heads to avoid him.
And when a therapist in a green robe was also startled by him, he immediately followed behind him and shouted loudly.
Little Victor, however, didn't want to stop at all.
This...uh, this lady... I can't climb up with the patient on my back. There are still several floors! Just let me go up like this...
Then won't you go get a stretcher first? You have eaten the floating spell?
Oh... Floating, floating spell? Can it fly like this broom?
Don't know the Levitation Charm? What are you talking about! You think you're a Muggle!
Ah! Yes... I seem to be the... 'Muggle'? Yes,
Someone told me...
So you are the patient!
Being able to fly is different.
On the stairs full of people, the therapist couldn't catch up with little Victor who was flying over everyone's heads. But the latter didn't dare to fly too fast in this room at all, so that the two of them just chatted all the way, asking and answering each other.
It wasn't until little Victor finally came to the fifth floor of St. Mungo's that he was grabbed by the branch behind the broom by the therapist.
Hey--
Being pulled by her like this, little Victor wobbled suddenly and almost fell off the broom.
Wait! The girl on my back is injured. It's fine if I fall, but don't fall her too.
...
At the same time, Sirius on the other side had already brought Kingsley into the ward.
They are all Aurors of the Ministry of Magic now, and Kingsley is the head of the Auror Office. In the current crisis, they have the privilege of priority treatment, and they can go in for a medical examination directly after showing their ID card.
At this moment, Kingsley was lying on the white hospital bed. There was still that gray-black flame attached to his shoulder, and the terrible pain made his forehead covered with cold sweat.
Sirius called him a few more times, but Kingsley didn't have the energy to respond.
How was Mr. Shacklebolt hurt?
On the other side of the hospital bed, the following therapist was frowning, staring hesitantly at the flame on Kingsley's back shoulder.
He found that this kind of flame was very strange. Although it had already touched the quilt on the hospital bed, it seemed that it had no burning ability at all. Not to mention the quilt, even Kingsley's clothes were not damaged at all.
Mr. Polk, Sirius said immediately, You know, danger is happening outside. There are many strange creatures that look like dementors attacking wizards and Muggles everywhere...
You mean, the magic flame was also made by those monsters? The therapist Pok frowned even more when he heard it, I said, you should go to the biological injury department on the second floor—you were injured by monsters today. All the patients are at Smethyke's!
As he spoke, he was still thinking:
No wonder the flame looked so familiar, it turned out that I had seen it when passing by the ward on the second floor.
Seeing the other party, Sirius wanted to take Kingsley to the second floor, and quickly explained:
No, healer Pork—although his injuries were caused by those monsters, I think it's more like a symptom of the Cruciatus Curse!
Look carefully, I feel like he is enduring some kind of great pain... He said here, pointing to Kingsley's distorted expression, You know, Auror's advanced training course There is a shallow endurance item of the Cruciatus Curse, as a therapist of the curse injury department, you should be very familiar with it!
Hearing what he said, Polk immediately shook his head.
Ms. Straw has been responsible for dispatching healers all these years. I don't know what those people who train with the Cruciatus Curse look like!
Although he muttered like this, he followed what Sirius said and looked at Kingsley on the bed again.
Because Kingsley was lying on his stomach, he didn't see his face just now. But looking at it now, I found that there was something wrong with the other party's expression.
It is natural to suffer pain when injured, but it is not too common for a trained Auror to suffer like this.
Tsk... What kind of flame is this?
As a therapist, Polk's medical ethics are actually not high. He works in St. Mungo's purely for living.
But no matter how he said it, he was admitted to the job after going through the examination and screening, and he would never be much worse than other colleagues in terms of level.
But then again, since he can work in St. Mungo's magic hospital, which is well-known in the world's magic circle, he will naturally not lack in ability.
The Cruciatus Curse... Wait a minute, I'll get the tools.
After finishing speaking, Sirius watched him hurried towards the door again, and left the ward in a blink of an eye. Immediately after, another figure appeared at the door.
Oh! You're here— Crack!
The person who came was Little Victor. He managed to get rid of the therapist aunt, and then walked along the corridor on the fifth floor to find this place.
But just when he was about to go in, the broom lying under Frena's butt blocked him outside the door, causing him to stagger and almost fell down in the corridor.
My God! Your wizard's hospital is so messy, it's noisy everywhere, I'm a little dizzy...
Little Victor crossed his body, carried Frena into the ward, and then put her on the bed next to Kingsley while talking to himself.
After he settled the girl who was still in a daze, he leaned on the edge of the bed and gasped again—this trip really exhausted him!
Sirius didn't bother with him, only took one more look at Frena, then lowered his head and called out Kingsley's name again.
But not long after, a voice sounded from the door of the ward again.
Why is there another one?
Little Victor turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw Pork appearing at the door, he hurriedly supported the edge of the bed and straightened up.
Are you a doctor? Come and show her... something happened to her...
'Doctor'? Do you think I'm one of those Muggle murderers who like to cut open people's bellies? Polk said loudly. What do you mean?
No matter how he didn't understand the common sense of the wizarding world, little Victor could tell that what he just said seemed to offend the wizard doctor.
However... Maka and Frena didn't teach him about these things!
Oh, don't be mad...I mean, you must be a very good... er, magic doctor?
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