Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"They live in the permanent ward there..."

Blake pulled out another of Lockhart's books - Holidays with a Dominatrix.

Obviously, the protagonist of this book is also there.

"If they go together, it will be convenient for them."

"Ah...but why didn't Professor Dumbledore tell me about this when I left?"

Blake said with some complaints.

Old Reep chuckled and said, "That's why you don't understand Albus."

"He is a person who always follows the rules when doing things."

"...I think he just finished taking care of St. Mungo's today."

Black suddenly realized, "You mean, during this period of time, he went to take care of things with St. Mungo's?"

"Well...if I'm guessing correctly, you go to St. Mungo's now and tell us who you are."

"Make sure someone sends you directly to those two people."

Old Rip said this while smoking his pipe.

"Okay then." Blake put away the book in his hand.

At this time, Nagini had folded the entire tent and put it into the traceless stretch spell backpack she carried with her.

"Blake, you can go now."

"Okay, let's go then... Old Rep, are you really willing to leave here?"

Rep Carlos sighed softly.

I took another look at this desolate little village.

Perhaps, this is the last time I see this small village.

He has no plans to come back again.

"Let's go."

Blake nodded, then raised his hand and drew a circle in the air.

Sparks flew, and a dimensional gate appeared directly in front of the three people.

"Oh Mary!"

Seeing this scene, Old Rep lost his grip on his pipe and it fell to the ground.

"Ding! An extreme shock emotion is detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!"

Blake grinned, feeling relieved now...

Old Rip carefully followed Blake and Nagini through the dimensional gate.

Then he kept looking around.

This is a hidden alley.

But it was obvious that we had arrived in the city.

A new feeling arose in Old Rep's heart.

The second before, he was still in the deserted mountain village.

And the next second, they appeared in the big city...

This magic may be more powerful than Apparition.

"Blake, where is this?"

Old Rep looked at the tall buildings outside the alley.

"This is London," Blake replied.

"Where?! London? This is England?"

Old Rip's pipe fell to the ground again.

Blake noticed that the old pipe was cracked.

"Ding! Extreme shock detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!"

Old Rep was still looking around in shock.

How far is Armenia from the UK?

Blake just opened a portal casually.

And then it’s here?

This magic is much more powerful than Apparition!

He had thought Black would use a Portkey or something to travel.

Now it seems……

With magic like this, who needs a portkey?

……

The entrance to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, in the Champ de Mars department store in London.

This is an old-fashioned red brick department store.

Muggles could only see a "Closed for Renovation" sign on the door and were unable to enter.

All the wizard had to do was explain the ugly doll in the window and it would nod slightly.

Waving your linked fingers to let you in.

Very similar to the wall you have to pass through to enter Platform 9 3/4.

All you have to do is pass through that glass window to enter St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

After Black and the other two successfully entered St. Mungo's Hospital.

Immediately, I saw patients suffering from all kinds of strange magical injuries.

Blake saw a man with a toilet on his head.

I also saw an unlucky guy whose entire left arm turned into a cactus...

Blake was a little confused as to what these wizards were doing all day.

How can a disease cause such strange things?

Come to think of it, being a healer at St. Mungo's is pretty hard work.

Because they have to treat a lot of weirdos every day...

At this time, there were many people in the lobby on the first floor.

There are various visitors who consult ward numbers and floors.

There were also therapists in dark green robes busying around among the crowd.

Blake's eyes fell on a desk in the reception area marked "Information Desk".

The wall behind the desk is covered with notices and posters, and on the left side of the desk there is a large sign indicating the departments on each floor.

There was a line of words written in large fonts on the wall of the information desk.

"If you don't remember why you are here, you can go to the information desk for help."

At this time, a witch who was also wearing a dark green robe was sitting behind the table.

But, unlike other busy therapists.

She was sitting behind the table taking a nap.

"Hello..." Blake and the other two came to the table.

"Ahem...I didn't doze off!"

After the witch was awakened, she started yelling without even opening her eyes.

Apparently, this was not the first or second time that she dozed off at work.

Until she finally saw clearly that the person in front of her was not her boss.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh... so it's... ahem, hello, I'm trainee therapist Triss Pai."

"Don't you remember why you are here?"

"I guess... maybe I ate some poisonous mushrooms? Some mushrooms can cause hallucinations, and then..."

"Uh... isn't it? I guessed wrong?"

Triss Pye looked frustrated.

"Well, my brother always says I can't be a good therapist... Ha, why am I telling you this?"

"Um...what are you doing here?"

Blake had been listening to her quietly the whole time.

It was only now that I had the chance to speak.

“We are actually here to visit the patient.”

"They are all in the permanent ward of the Curse Injury Department on the fifth floor."

Hearing this, Therese took out a notebook and flipped through it.

"Oh... The patients in the permanent ward are Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Broderick Bode, Agnes and Agatha. Which one would you like to visit?"

Blake suddenly heard the names of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and his heart was moved.

He remembered that Neville's parents were tortured with the Cruciatus Curse by Death Eaters.

Although he did not die in the end, he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Sick and Injured due to the almost irreversible sequelae.

Became a resident of the permanent ward of the Curse Injury Department on the fifth floor... (Ma Li Hao)...

They were all heroes who fought against Voldemort, but they fell on the eve of victory.

A hero shouldn't have such an end.

"I want to visit them all," Blake said affirmatively.

"Ah?" Therese looked at Blake in surprise. She felt that this child was a little strange.

"It's a bit... they can't all be yours... Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to, I meant..."

Triss thought she had said the wrong thing and apologized quickly.

"My name is Blake Green, and I..."

"Ah! You are Blake Green? That's all right!"

Triss returned to her previous state.

"Please come with me! I just received a notice this morning... If you come, you can visit Zhuang at will for the patients in the permanent ward on the fifth floor!"

"Just visiting?" Blake's eyes flashed.

Did Dumbledore know that he would choose to visit them all?

There were so many permanent wards on the fifth floor, but the two victims happened to be placed in the same permanent ward as the Longbottoms...

Black suddenly understood what Dumbledore was thinking.

The thought was, if I could heal those two victims, then maybe I could also heal the Longbottoms?

Hi... this old man is really interesting. He should just tell me the truth about this kind of thing. It's so tiring to keep guessing.

If we weren't actually father and son, I would have thought you were testing me! .