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Chapter 631, page 629: St. Mungo's Hospital

The storm continued its relentless force the following morning.

The ceiling of the auditorium was shrouded in gloom, with occasional flashes of lightning.

As Sheen ate breakfast and studied his course schedule for the semester, large, thick, bluish-gray clouds rolled overhead.

[Basic Practical Course on Dark Magic and Defense Against Dark Magic] —

Sheen looked at the two newly added courses, pondering how they would unfold.

At the table in front of him, Fred, George, and a few seats apart were discussing how to obtain what Headmaster Dumbledore called the passes held by the two professors.

Fred said he wanted to fight the dragon, but George said he could do it with one hand. Hermione rolled her eyes at them and then started talking to Justin.

"Today was great—I spent the whole morning outdoors."

Justin glanced at the Monday section of the timetable and said, "Herbalism class, we'll have it together, and Magical Creatures Protection class—"

Just then, a rustling sound came from above their heads, and a hundred owls flew in through the open window, bringing them the morning mail.

Amidst the gray and white feathers, a small group of people noticed that the notice board in the auditorium had been updated.

"Good news!"

Ron exclaimed, "One of today's two classes is canceled!"

"ah?

"Really?"

The auditorium became noisy as usual.

Sheen gazed out the window at the distant mountains, the rain weaving into their blanket.

The rain is too heavy.

In such extreme weather conditions, the cancellation of classes is actually quite reasonable.

Sheen put away the books and newspapers on the table, bringing forward his plans a little earlier.

London in September was experiencing torrential rain.

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The rain poured down from the eaves of Fairy Tale Square, like a gray cloth being thrown down from the sky.

The fire in the fireplace was forced down by the dampness that was pouring in, and it struggled to burn, emitting wisps of smoke.

When Sheen Green came out of the fireplace, Quirrell was standing respectfully to the side.

"Mr. Green."

He said.

"Professor Quirrell, good morning."

Sheen smiled slightly.

Good morning, sir.

Quirrell couldn't help but grin.

"That matter is already underway. Ms. Terra is very invested in it; she has mentioned the 'lips and teeth are interdependent' idiom more than once—"

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As Quirrell spoke, Sheen nodded, and they had already left Fairy Tale Square.

After passing through another peculiar fireplace, the two found themselves on an unfamiliar street.

The old-fashioned red-brick department store had already appeared at the end of the rain curtain.

St. Mungo's Hospital.

It is also known as the St. Mungo's Hospital for the Wounded and Injured.

It is a magical hospital located in London, England.

Founded in the early 17th century by the renowned healer Mungo Bonham, the hospital's symbol is crossed bones and a wand.

From the outside, the hospital looks like an old-fashioned red-brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd.

If you need to enter St. Mungo's Hospital, you need to explain your purpose to the mannequin in the department store window.

Then, just like entering station 9¾ at King's Cross station, you walk through the glass to reach the hospital waiting room.

Sheen looked up and saw that the signboard of "TaoTao Co., Ltd." was dripping with water.

The mannequins in the shop window, dressed in outdated Muggle women's clothing, were covered with water droplets that had seeped in through the cracks in the glass.

Sheen walked to the shop window at the main entrance, faced the female mannequin in the green dress, and said in a calm voice, "I've come to visit a patient."

The rain was very loud.

He saw the dummy's eyes turn towards him.

Plastic, stiff, yet it looks like a living thing.

"Alchemy, huh?

Sheen recognized him at a glance.

The dummy stared at him for a while, then nodded slightly.

He stepped into the glass.

The moment you step through the glass, the icy smell of rain is instantly stripped away, replaced by the warmth of a St. Mungo's waiting room, a warmth amplified by the rain.

He was dripping wet.

The hem of his robe spread out on the floor, leaving a small patch of dark water stains. But strangely, the rain seemed to deliberately avoid him, preferring to drip onto the air barrier rather than fall on him.

Quirrell had only ever witnessed this incredibly magical scene with one other person.

"Your magic has improved again."

Quirrell said respectfully.

"Oh, it's the will of the wizard—I've compiled this part into a booklet—"

As if remembering something, Sheen took out a handwritten manuscript and placed it in Quirrell's hand. "It would be best if a wizard with a master-level understanding of magic could read this. So I'm asking you, Professor, to review this first draft for me—this is the first one, and there are still many things that need to be revised."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment.

Sheen had already walked forward.

The hall was darker than on a sunny day.

Magic candles floated on the ceiling, their flames burning even more fiercely under the gloomy light outside, casting a thick amber hue over the entire hall.

The magical hygiene poster on the wall was scrolling with glittering words.

[Monthly self-check for werewolf bites: Early detection, early treatment!]

The exclamation mark at the end was flashing so brightly it was almost blinding.

In front of the table with the sign at the information desk, the fat witch's green robe appeared very dark in the overcast light.

The cover of the register in front of her was slightly damp, and the handwriting was a little faded.

She looked up at Sheen, the light lingering on his handsome face for a moment.

"Whom are you visiting?"

"Remus Lupin and Sirius Black."

The witch flipped through the register. A line of text automatically lit up, and she glanced at it: "Lupin is on the fifth floor, in the Spell Damage Department. Black is on the second floor, in the Biological Damage Department. Visiting hours are until 4 PM."

She paused, glancing at his robe, which wasn't damp but was still dripping wet. "Gifts for patients must be inspected—every gift must be thoroughly checked to ensure its safety before being given out. Special care must be taken on rainy days; anything too damp cannot be brought in."

St. Mungo's Hospital is a very strict and demanding hospital, and even gifts brought in must be inspected.

Sheehan could even recall that in the original story in 1995, therapist Melanie Straw disregarded the strict rules regarding gifts and brought a cleverly disguised devil's web, a gift from a Death Eater, into the ward, ultimately leading to Broderick Bode's death.

The clinic witch glanced at him again, as if confirming something.

After he left, he heard a voice behind him: "Ah! It's Mr. Green! That Mr. Green, I forgot to ask him for his autograph!"

This was Sheehan's first visit to St. Mungo's Hospital; he had been curious about the hospital for a long time.

So he decided to go to the fifth floor first, so he could see every floor.

The walls of the stairwell are covered with signs.

The second-floor Biological Injury Department is responsible for treating stings, burns, and puncture wounds.

Third floor – Department of Odd Bacterial Infections, treating varicella, disappearance syndrome, and lymphadenitis.

The fourth floor is the pharmacy and plant poisoning department. Symptoms include rashes, nausea, and uncontrollable laughter.

The fifth-floor Spell Damage Department is responsible for treating incurable poison curses, evil curses, and incorrectly applied spells.

With light footsteps, Sheen arrived on the fifth floor.

The walls here are pale green, and the sound of rain is blocked out by the stone walls of St. Mungo.

Sheen easily found Lupin's hospital room, with his photo right next to it.

Interestingly, when the hospital took his picture and placed it outside, he was grimacing in pain from the wound disinfection.

"Click"

Sheen pushed open the door and went inside.

I happened to see a patient hitting the doctor on the head with a basin.