Chapter 942 St. Mungo's Refuge

This disaster that only belongs to London, just using the magic spell to restore the urban buildings continued until the early morning of the next day, let alone a large number of residents who needed memory correction.

Overnight, the citizens were still immersed in the joy of the rest of their lives after the disaster, but they didn't know that what the soldiers were leading them to was actually a checkpoint for erasing their memories.

After they lined up and passed through the temporary tents, they would forget this bad experience without realizing it, and would never remember any monsters and magic.

Although, this is definitely not a bad thing for them, but...

Seeing them coming out from behind the tent one after another, with confused and puzzled expressions on their faces, Maka, who was a bystander, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disobedience.

The work of cleaning up the memory lasted for a long time, even if wizards from the International Federation of Wizards joined in later, it still took a long time to complete.

However, since the soldiers responsible for maintaining order also need to adjust their memory later, they probably have to continue for a while!

Maka, you haven't eaten for a day and a night, right? Come and eat...

The hall on the first floor of St. Mungo's has completely turned into a temporary refuge camp. Apart from helping repair the city in the urban area, Maca basically helps treat the injured here.

For those dark creatures that look like dementors, he provided St. Mungo's healers with a more correct direction of treatment, and honestly, this really did everyone a big favor.

At this moment, Maca was sitting in a corner of the crowded hall, removing the last part of the fire poison for a wizard wounded by that strange black flame.

As for Kingsley, who also endured the burning of his soul, he has now entered the normal recovery stage.

Unfortunately,

There are also a large number of wounded who were directly swallowed by monsters, and even he can do nothing about such injuries.

Apart from watching those people who are still breathing waiting to die, there is nothing else they can do.

It's okay, I've already drank the potion just now... just eat it!

Gently wiggling his fingers, the bandage soaked in the nourishing potion fluttered around the wounded leg, and finally tied a knot delicately before Maca turned to look at Hermione who came to look for him.

London's buildings and roads have been restored to their original state this morning, and you all should go home soon! Well... to inform those students who live in downtown London, I suggest moving to another place with my family to live for a while day……

Having said that, he shrugged again.

Including your family too.

I... Hermione pursed her lips and said after a pause, Well... what about you?

I?

While packing up the potion bottles that had been left on the spot, Maca said:

You know, Scrimgeour and Aginbad still need my help—although they have tried their best to finish it this time, and even the Queen of England and the British government are doing their best to assist, but such a big movement is still going on. It cannot be completely concealed.

Their concealment is temporary, and even this temporary is the precious time bought by Maca's efforts to make up for it.

And then, they should use this short time to cover up the facts as much as possible.

Rumors are definitely inevitable, Hermione listened, and couldn't help thinking along Maca's train of thought, It depends on various official and unofficial explanations, isn't it enough to control the public's attention?

Maca shook his head, then stood up and patted the hem of his robe, and said casually:

It's not enough to just 'explain'... I have asked President Akinbad to spread some of the facts. Of course, they are mixed with a lot of similar statements!

In any case, all of London has returned to normal. And now that everything is restored, those so-called truths will be easily destroyed, and Muggles who don't know will only talk about it as an exaggerated story.

Sometimes this is true and false, who can tell?

Okay, it's time for me to go upstairs to see Mrs. Longbottom... Putting this topic on hold for a while, Maca showed a slightly regretful smile at Hermione, I hope the old lady can make it through ! Otherwise, I'm afraid Neville won't be able to hold on... It's rare that he performed so well this time!

At that time, Neville and Sirius left St. Mungo's together. His behavior undoubtedly puzzled most people.

But Maca could somewhat understand that Neville, who had found courage, was using his own way... no, he was praying for his seriously injured grandma in the way of the Longbottom family.

After that, Maca also saw that majestic silver lion on the street. And when he knew that it was actually Neville's patron saint, he couldn't help feeling a little secretly.

Like Harry, he was also the boy mentioned in the prophecy. Most of the time, Neville was so inconspicuous, but no matter what, he proved himself with his hard work and courage.

A patron saint of lions like Gryffindor is enough to explain a lot of things.

...

A moment later, the spell injury department ward on the fifth floor.

Maka, you're here.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Sirius, who was sitting at the end of Kingsley's bed, greeted him, and Kingsley, who was half leaning on the bed, smiled reluctantly.

Don't laugh, you don't look much better when you smile than when you cry now.

Maca waved his hand, then turned a corner and walked straight to the bed further outside.

Neville, step aside, it's time for inspection.

Ok.

This tall young man didn't seem to be in a good condition. When he saw Maca approaching, he just responded weakly, and then silently stepped aside.

When Maca was about to proceed with the inspection, he mumbled and added:

Maka...thank you, please.

Neville was still running around outside with Sirius when he saw old Mrs. Longbottom. By the time he got back to St. Mungo's, Maca had actually rehabilitated the old lady.

The level of the previous therapist in charge was still very good, at least when the injury was quite serious, he still hanged the old lady's life.

It's a pity that although the body damaged by the crushing spell at close range is easy to repair, the brain damage caused by excessive blood loss is a problem that magic can't solve well.

Not long after, Maca withdrew his outstretched right hand, then turned around and patted Neville on the shoulder.

Don't be sombre by your grandma's side all day, your mood will affect her recovery, he warned without hesitation, show your faith when fighting monsters.

After all, regardless of Neville's stunned place, Maca bypassed the old lady's bed and went straight to Kingsley's bed.

Is it appropriate for you to say that? I don't understand other people's feelings... Kingsley looked sideways at Neville who was still in a trance, and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

But Maca shook his head accordingly.

At least I think he doesn't need others' understanding now—Sirius, you fought with Neville, you should understand what I mean, right?

Sirius on the side thought for a while, and couldn't help but also nodded.

Listen to you...well, the kid doesn't lack will now, he just needs someone to give him some pointers.

When grandma was seriously injured this time, Neville changed a lot. But for him, this change came too suddenly.

To put it bluntly, he just needs to adapt to who he is now.

So, Sirius, you can take a look at him during this time. Maca casually said while examining Kingsley's soul, As long as he can accumulate all the gains this time, we can have more A new combat force with both potential and exceptional reliability.

After Maca finished Kingsley's routine examination, when he turned around to leave the ward, he saw that Neville seemed to have regained his strength.

Looking at his honest but determined face, Maca was also secretly happy for him.

Maca!

At the moment when he passed by the end of the old lady's hospital bed and was about to leave the ward, Neville suddenly walked up to him and said very seriously:

Thank you very much... Regardless of whether grandma can wake up or not, I will thank you. If you hadn't come here in time, grandma would have already...

Don't say that, that St. Mungo's therapist...what's his name? In short, he has more credit than me. He is the one who tried his best to keep your grandma alive.

Just as he was talking, Maca raised his hand and put it on Neville's shoulder, a smile suddenly appeared on his expression.

Besides, we were good friends who took a walk together in Hogwarts at night and went to the Forbidden Forest to be punished together! Isn't it a matter of course to help your grandma heal?

Before the words fell, and before the memories and emotions in Neville's heart were revealed to the surface, he took a step forward and said:

Okay, go and stay with grandma! I have something else to do, so I have to go down...

After finishing speaking, Maca stopped smearing the ink, turned around and left neatly, keeping all of Neville's gratitude in his heart.

Seeing this, Kingsley and Sirius at the other end couldn't help but secretly looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Sometimes, being too good at the world is actually not a good thing.

Just like Kingsley and Sirius right now, they can be said to know a lot about Maca, but at this moment, they can't see that Maca's performance just now is sincere? Or is it deliberate.

I hope it was true then. Kingsley whispered suddenly.

On the other side of him, Sirius was relieved very quickly.

Think of Dumbledore in the old days! I think... that's true!

Maca, who was going downstairs, of course didn't know that the two were discussing himself, he was still busy thinking about where he must go in the future!

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