Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 179 St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Some people like to add ice when drinking whiskey, but adding more than two pieces will make them look particularly amateurish.

Whiskey is a distilled spirit. Once more ice cubes are added, the alcohol content will decrease as the ice cubes melt.

The wine also loses its flavor.

Aged fire whiskey is a wizard's drink that is produced by adding magical ingredients to grains during brewing, distilling it and aging it in oak barrels for many years.

Not only does it have a higher alcohol content, but after getting drunk, some people will even spit out flames when they burp.

The feeling of drinking it can be described in one word: exciting!

Muggles cannot drink this drink, only wizards can enjoy it, and most of them are only British wizards who like to drink aged fire whiskey.

Among all the brands, the most famous (and also the most expensive) aged fire whiskey is Ogden aged fire whiskey.

"This wine..."

Taking a sip of the whiskey Lockhart poured for himself, Horace pursed his lips. The old man actually didn't like drinking such strong drinks.

However, since he wanted to give Bourne some face as his professor next year, he still pretended to be enjoying it.

However, the words of praise that Horace was able to speak ended abruptly after just the beginning.

Sensing something was wrong, he immediately threw away the glass, picked up the wand and cast a spell on himself: "Immobulus (quick freezing)!"

Fortunately, the old wizard reacted quickly enough. While he was casting a curse on himself, a flash of orange flames burst out from his body.

"This wine is poisonous."

Horace's face turned livid because he had cast a freezing spell on himself. He held up his wand and struggled to use magic to suppress the explosion of toxins in his body.

As a master of potions, Horace's understanding of toxins is naturally unparalleled by others. He judged the mechanism of action of this toxin in an instant.

It can arouse the magic power in the wizard's body and cause the wizard to spontaneously combust and die, but so far it has been suppressed by his continuous freezing spell.

However, in this case, he could neither accurately determine the type of poison nor prepare the magic potion to detoxify it.

If he continued to cast the freezing spell on himself for a long time, he would inevitably run out of energy and faint.

Until then……

When Horace pointed out that "the wine was poisonous", although he spoke in a low voice, the few scattered guests in the Leaky Cauldron lobby became very "early and blind" and stood up in panic.

Some people who didn't want to get into trouble just turned around and left in a hurry; some people liked to join in the fun and quickly gathered around Horace.

The bar owner, Old Tom, had already lifted the partition on the bar and walked out quickly with his wand, separating the stunned Lockhart from those meddlers and Horace.

And just before walking out of the bar, he had already pressed a magic alarm bell hidden under the bar table.

Although there was no sound in the bar, the other magic alarm bell that matched this one was already ringing loudly, and the jingling bell resounded through the security desk in the main hall on the eighth underground floor of the Ministry of Magic——

Most wizards who have been to the Leaky Cauldron only have the impression that it is a dirty and unremarkable bar.

But if you think about it carefully: in the wizarding world, the Leaky Cauldron is the only bar with its door open on a Muggle street, and its backyard is the only official entrance to the most important commercial street in the British wizarding world... Such a shabby place Isn’t it much more reasonable that a small bar can operate for hundreds of years without closing down?

In less than 5 minutes, the flames in the stone fire pit in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron pub hall turned green, and seven or eight Aurors quickly arrived here using Floo powder.

The leader was a senior Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt, who also brought his apprentice Nymphadora Tonks. The latter is a born Metamorphmagus who transforms her head into a long-eared beagle before stepping out of the firepit.

Sniff left, smell right.

"There's something strange in the Leaky Cauldron..."

Tonks' discovery somewhat disapproved of her colleagues - it was strange that this place didn't smell strange.

Fortunately, she quickly discovered the flaw in her words and corrected it immediately.

"...It's not the weird smell of bad hygiene. There is a magical smell that is unique to disgusting things like 'Hokrapu'. But it's very slight, and it's not so moist and fishy, ​​like After special treatment.”

Her discovery attracted everyone's attention: no serious wizard had ever heard of anyone liking animals like Hawklap.

Horklap is a pink, spiky, mushroom-like magical creature. They are native to Scandinavia and are now widely distributed throughout Northern Europe.

Instead of mushroom mycelium or plant roots, there are many powerful tentacles under their mushroom-shaped trunks. Those tentacles will extend underground to search for earthworms as food.

It reproduces vigorously and can cover an area the size of an average garden in a matter of days.

Horklap is the goblin's favorite food. Therefore, once a wizard's family has Horklap, it is easy to breed a large number of goblins. The venom of the color-changing giant snail is one of the few substances that can kill Horklap.

Perhaps because of their inconvenient appearance, or perhaps because this magical animal does have an impact on wizards' magic, educated and well-behaved wizards hate Horklap.

For example, Dumbledore's aunt Honoria once discovered that her fiancé was teasing several hawkcraps, so she firmly broke off her engagement with that man.

After hearing Tonks' discovery, he was still being questioned by Kingsley, but Old Tom immediately took over the conversation.

"An old woman came here just now. I was still doubtful before, but now I am almost certain that she was a dominatrix."

He said it with absolute certainty.

“She bought two pieces of raw liver, and Yasha happens to be addicted to this kind of food, and she has to eat a few bites every once in a while to satisfy her craving.

Also, I remember that processed Horklap sap was of little use to wizards other than as a herbicide.

But it is said that dominatrixes like to use diluted Hokrapu juice as a beauty agent, and they can use it to decorate their faces..."

Before Old Tom could finish speaking, Lockhart, who had been dumbfounded before, suddenly came to his senses.

"That's right!"

He said excitedly: "In the book "Holiday with a Dominatrix"...

Um, I mean, in my autobiographical novel that was just published not long ago, there are some descriptions of the dominatrix’s living habits. They do like to use Horklap juice as a beauty agent, and the more human-like a dominatrix is, the more often they use it.

Because it can effectively remove some of the unavoidable dirt on the dominatrix's face and body, prevent warts and mold spots from growing on their body, and also allow the dominatrix to maintain a human appearance for a long time.

It was because of my constant use of flying spells that I successfully snatched the beautifying agent made by the dominatrix, which made her give up the evil idea of ​​eating my liver.

You can all learn from it in the future. Using it to deal with dominatrixes generally yields very good results and is very safe. "

Lockhart swore to Kingsley and other Aurors that he would never stop promoting himself and the book he wrote.

However, his self-promotion did not last long, and like Old Tom, he was suddenly interrupted by others.

"Grandpa Horace!"

Bourne's cry shook the plaster from the ceiling of the Leaky Cauldron.

A tall figure rushed directly into the bar hall from the backyard. By chance, a beam stood in front of Bourne, and the "little wizard" bumped into it.

If you hit your head against a crossbar, the result will naturally be "an egg against a stone" - the crossbar is the unlucky egg.

With a "click", the oak beam in the Leaky Cauldron that was old enough to be considered an antique was smashed into pieces by Bourne like a broken pencil.

Fortunately, the Aurors present reacted quickly enough and used "repair as before" to repair the beam to its original state, otherwise half of the ceiling of this bar might have collapsed on the spot.

However, before these Aurors could become a little proud of their "well-trained training", Bourne let them break through their defenses with just one sentence.

"What did you do?"

Bourne glared at the several Aurors in front of him, and at the same time reached out and carefully picked up Horace, who was so pale that he could not speak.

"Can't the discussion wait for a while? Someone was poisoned, and you didn't think that you should send the person to the hospital immediately???"

Including Kingsley Shacklebolt, all the Aurors suddenly became speechless, because what Bourne said was indeed irrefutable.

Old Tom was the quickest to react. He waved his wand gently.

"Floo powder jar~ Come flying!"

A dusty can box flew into his hand from under the bar with a "swish".

"Go to St. Mungo's! Say 'Taotao Department Store' when using Floo powder, and go directly to the Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Department on the fourth floor to find 'Therapist' Herbert Spring."

Bourne didn't have time to say thank you, so he opened the lid of the jar and "picked" out some floo powder from inside.

Then, he hurriedly took Horace, who was unable to speak because he had to suppress the toxins in his body, through the fire pit to the door of St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic.

From the outside, the hospital building looks like an old-fashioned red brick department store, and its name is Taotao Co., Ltd.

However, if you want to pass through the chained main entrance, you will never enter St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Only by explaining your intention to the dummy placed in the window at the door can you enter the hospital like a little wizard entering Platform 9 of King's Cross Station.

This is a special safety measure to prevent Muggles from accidentally entering.

St. Mungo's was founded in the early 17th century by the famous healer Mungo Bonham. It was a large hospital able to treat patients from all over the UK.

St. Mungo's Hospital was originally located in Diagon Alley, but as the number of patients it treated continued to expand, the hospital gradually faced a series of problems.

Because the land in Diagon Alley was not enough for the expansion of the hospital, and because it was unsanitary to build it underground like the Ministry of Magic, a director in the history of St. Mungo's Hospital finally chose to purchase this ordinary hemp building. Gua building serves as the hospital site.

Although St. Mungo's Hospital, like other magical institutions, is open to the magical community, in some cases, Muggles who have been attacked by magic are sent here for treatment. Of course, those Muggles must also be sent by wizards, otherwise they will not be able to pass the dummy guard at the entrance of the hospital.

"My grandfather has been poisoned. I have to go to the Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Department on the fourth floor to find the 'therapist' Herbert Spring to treat him."

Bourne told the dummy the purpose of coming here in a concise and concise manner. The magic prop that looked like a fitting dummy immediately stood up on the spot, moved out of the way, and waved for Bourne, who was holding Horace, to pass quickly.

When Bourne passed through the glass of the display window, because he had made it clear enough before, he did not enter the triage hall of the hospital, but went directly to the fourth floor of St. Mungo's. At the same time, the therapist Herbert Spring, who received the magic text message reminder, also hurried over. He stepped out of a fireplace at the stairway on the fourth floor, wearing a leather apron and ears. He was wearing earmuffs, and his apron was still stained with some liquid from an unknown plant.

"I was just processing mandrake rhizome slices in the pharmacy when I suddenly received a call alert. What happened?"

Spring asked Bourne while taking off his earmuffs.

This therapist looks very similar to Dean Sprout of Hogwarts. He has curly and fluffy brown hair. The two people may actually be related. Moreover, his expression was as kind as that of the famous herbalist expert.

However, after just glancing at Horace who was being held by Bourne, the therapist's expression suddenly changed.

"Professor Slughorn!" he said in surprise, and then immediately conjured up a floating stretcher and asked Bourne to quickly put the patient on the stretcher.

Nowadays, all the therapists in St. Mungo's are basically the students that Horace once taught. Naturally, they also know the identity of this potion master very well.

There is no need to say much about the severity of the poison that can poison a potions master.

"Don't worry, Professor, it won't hurt too much..."

After saying this without any end, Therapist Spring took out his wand. The pine wood body was rubbed with a layer of pearl powder fine sand; the core of the wand was made of unicorn horn. .

Immediately afterwards, the wand turned into a special healing item similar to a Muggle air hose (a tool for inflating bicycle tires), except that there was a long needle at the inflation port.

"Pfft-"

Under Bourne's surprised gaze, therapist Spring poked the needle into Horace's chest, and then pushed the handle of the inflator hard.

Like blowing up a balloon, Horace's body quickly began to expand. His belly was as bulging as a hill, and several buttons of his clothes fell apart.

"The total amount of magic power remains unchanged, and as the volume of the wizard's body increases, the abundance of magic power in the body will decrease accordingly.

Using this method, you can suppress many kinds of toxins that react with magic power and then produce negative effects. "

It turned out that the senior poison healer had observed that Horace was continuously applying the freezing spell to himself, so he speculated on some results.

(End of this chapter)