Chapter 11: arrange
The sound of the door opening again brought Cowen's thoughts back to reality.
Immediately let go of his thoughts, his eyes became hollow, and then Kewen turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.
"Oh... poor child." The female doctor walked into the ward first, Robert Hammer, and quickly walked to the side of Cowen's bed, looking at Cowen with pity.
"Sorry doctor." Robert Heimer followed, and said apologetically: "My job is too urgent."
"This is a lesson." The doctor turned his head and said, then turned around and continued to complain: "This child has just experienced those terrible things. You should wait for him to recover before starting work."
"Sorry..." Robert Haymer apologized again.
"Come on," the doctor took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to Kewen: "My child, your current mental condition is not suitable for thinking too much. Drink this bottle of nourishing potion and continue to sleep well. ."
Kewen looked like a puppet, raised his hand to take the medicine bottle and drank the medicine.
The effect is good, even if Kewen just woke up, he still quickly felt sleepy.
did not resist, and soon fell asleep after lying down...
woke up again and opened his eyes. According to the indoor light, it was morning. Because of the coma and sleep for too long, the refreshed Kewen conditioned reflex to raise his hand and stretch out.
But before he stretched his lazy waist, the figure found out of the corner of his eye made Cowen suddenly stiff.
"It looks like you slept well."
Sitting on a chair by the bed was a somewhat sloppy old man, with white and messy hair, silver eyes, dark brown old coat, and the same dark brown old scarf tied around his neck.
"You, you are..." The actor Kewen went online instantly, quickly retracted his hand into the quilt, and his expression showed alertness, panic and fear.
The sloppy old man's expression was a bit complicated. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "I am Ollivander...Garyk Ollivander."
"Oh, Mr. Ollivander..." Corvin responded in a low voice: "I am... Corvin Quinn."
"Yes, Mr. Quinn..." Ollivander murmured, then was silent again.
After another moment, Ollivander took a deep breath and continued: "First of all... I have to say sorry."
Kewen did not respond, and Ollivander did not seem to be waiting for a response, but continued: "He is my brother, of course, not a fellow brother. Although he was punished for his death, I still want to help you. Sorry for the harm suffered."
"Are you... talking about that person?" Kewen was suddenly in his heart, but he appeared to respond cautiously on his lips.
"Yes." Ollivander nodded heavily, and then said, "The bad kind who has abandoned the traditional skills of the family, the Death Eater who has gone astray! Oh, sorry, I shouldn't be swearing in front of you. "
"..." This is not easy for Kewen to answer.
"Don't talk about that, anyway..." Ollivander rubbed his hands on his face, alleviating the facial discomfort caused by long-term depression, and then said: "The people from the Ministry of Magic informed about you. I, that bad species is only my relative, so I decided to let me compensate you."
"..." Kewen is still not good at answering.
Ollivander didn’t seem to have thought about what Kewen would respond to, so he continued: “I run a shop in Diagon Alley, and you can still live in after tidying up. In the future, you can live in until you graduate. There."
"And your tuition and vacation expenses..." Ollivander, who seemed to be disturbed by so many incidents suddenly and didn't want to say more, concluded: "In short, if you agree, you will follow me after you leave the hospital. Go to the Ministry of Magic to go through the adoption procedures, child, do you agree?"
"I..." Kewen spit out a word and was silent, mentally slandering me, an eleven-year-old child, which determines whether I should be autonomous or not...
Discovering Cowen’s silence, Ollivander finally turned his mind back, suddenly realizing Cowen’s age, and could not help but shook his head slightly: "Well, you will understand when you grow up in the future. So follow me now. Just decide to go."
After speaking, Ollivander turned around, picked up a suit of clothes from the bedside table, and reached out and handed it to Corvin.
"Put on, kid." Ollivander said, "The doctor said you can be discharged from the hospital when you wake up. Now we will go to the Ministry of Magic to register, and then I will rush back to the store to open as soon as possible. Don't let those wands miss theirs. Any master."
"Good, good Mr. Ollivander." Cowen took the clothes somewhat restrained, opened the quilt and began to wear it.
The clothes are trousers, small leather shoes, shirts, and thin sweaters. Except for the beige shirts, they are all brown. This shows Ollivander's love for dark colors.
After putting on his clothes, Kewen was led out of the ward by Ollivander and went downstairs to complete the discharge procedures.
In fact, there are no formalities, just say hello to the doctor in charge, and notify the staff at the discharge office. Obviously, the cost of treatment has already been properly arranged.
The two walked out of a glass door, and what they saw was the city of London. Kewen turned his head and looked, and found that the original hospital had been turned into an old-fashioned red-brick department store with a sign indicating that it was closed for renovation. The whole looks like an abandoned haunted house. After watching it for a long time, it will make people feel a chilly back.
Seeing the appearance of Kewen stopping to look back, Ollivander was not confused, but explained: "Adult wizards enter the hospital through the fireplace. Little wizards are prone to accidents when they use the fireplace. They can only be accompanied by family members through the gate. . So I rarely see people coming in and out here."
"Fireplace..." Kewen murmured. There seemed to be a vague concept in his memory, but he didn't pay much attention to the Harry Potter series at the time, and when I checked the information, it was all in Chinese. Now I say it in English. , Unless you see the real thing, Kewen really can only be confused at first.
"Okay boy, we should go." Ollivander interrupted Cowen's observation, took out his magic wand from his arms, lifted it up as if calling a taxi, and said at the same time: "Remember this way of calling a taxi. , If you want to walk in the Muggle world in the future, behave like me."
Kewen looked a little confused, looked at Ollivander who was posing there, then turned his head and looked at both ends of the street.
was about to ask incomprehensibly, suddenly the corner of his eye seemed to find something...
