Chapter 750 St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries

Moody's eyes rolled around under his hat, he explained.

"There are so many Muggles in London that it's not easy to find a good location for a hospital. There's not enough land in Diagon Alley, and it's not hygienic to build it underground like the Ministry of Magic. Finally they got a place here, the reason It's that sick people can come and go in the crowd."

Along the way, George and the others walked among the Muggles, bypassing numerous Muggle shops.

"Here," said Moody after a moment.

In front of it was an old-fashioned red-brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. It looked decayed and deserted. There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, with different postures, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago.

The dusty doors were hung with big signs saying "Closed for renovation".

When a tall woman with a large bag and a small bag passed by, she lowered her head and said to her companion, "This place has never been opened before, and the landlord must be crazy."

"here,"

Tonks beckoned them and led them to a shop window, which contained only a particularly ugly female dummy, with nearly falling false eyelashes, wearing a green nylon skirt. "Are you all ready?"

Everyone nodded and moved closer to her. Tonks leaned closer to the window, looked up at the ugly dummy, and exclaimed, "Hello, let's see Arthur Weasley."

Then, I saw the dummy nodded slightly and moved the fingers that were connected together. Tonks grabbed Ginny and Mrs Weasley by the arms and disappeared straight through the glass.

The others followed, stepped into the glass and disappeared.

In the bustling crowd in the distance, no one had time to glance at such an ugly window of Taotao Company. No one noticed, several people just suddenly melted into the air.

The ugly dummy and where she stood were gone.

George and the others seemed to be in a crowded waiting room, with rows of witches and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs.

Some of them looked normal, reading outdated Witch Weekly. Others have horrific deformities, such as elephant trunks or an extra hand on their chests.

It can be seen that most of the accidents happened because of using the wrong potion.

The corridors of the hospital were not much quieter than the streets, because many patients were making very strange noises.

A sweaty witch in the middle of the front row fanned a copy of the Daily Prophet, constantly blaring a high-pitched whistle and breathing steam.

A scruffy wizard in the corner rattled like a bell, and his head wobbled so horribly at each sound that he had to hold on to his ear to hold it steady.

Wizards and wizards in green robes walked among the waiting list, making inquiries and taking notes on clipboards. They have a badge embroidered on their chests, a wand and a cross of bone.

"These are the healers at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries."

Tonks introduced to you.

"This way!"

Mrs Weasley joined a queue in the corner and shouted at them.

They followed her into the line, and a fat, blond witch sat at a table marked "Inquiry Desk." The wall behind her was plastered with notices and placards, such as a clean cauldron to prevent potions from turning into poison, and antidote not to be misused and approved by a qualified healer.

There is also a large portrait of a witch with long curly silver hair on the wall. Indicated above: Dalys Derwent, St. Mungo's Healer (1722-1741) Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)

Dai Lisi was looking at them carefully, as if she was counting the number of people.

Then, she blinked slightly, walked out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

At the head of the line was a young wizard who was dancing a strange trot. He cried out in pain as he tried to explain his predicament to the witch behind the table.

"It's the shoe my brother gave me, oh, it's biting my foot, look at it, there must be a curse on it, I can't take it off"

He danced his feet alternately, as if dancing on hot coals.

"Doesn't your shoes prevent you from reading?"

The blond witch pointed impatiently at the large sign on the left side of the table and said, "You have to go to the spell injury department on the fifth floor. It says on the sign. Next!"

The wizard hopped aside and the team took another step forward.

At this time, they have been able to see clear signs.

1st Floor, Artifact Accident Section (explosion of crucible, misfire of wand, collision of broom, etc.)

Biological Injury Section 2F (stings, burns, stabs, etc.)

The third floor of the Department of Strange Bacterial Infections (Dragon pox, vanishing disease, lymphomycitis and other infectious diseases)

Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Section 4th Floor (rashes, nausea, laughter, etc.)

Spell Damage Section 5th Floor (Spells that can't be removed, Wrong Spells, etc.)

Tea room and shop 6th floor

If you don't know which department to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionist is willing to help.

An old-fashioned wizard with a trumpet-shaped hearing aid came slowly forward. "I'm here to see Broderick Bird!" he said in an asthmatic voice.

"Ward forty-nine, but I'm afraid you're wasting your time," the witch replied casually. "He's completely confused, and he thinks he's a teapot?? Next!"

A weary-faced wizard clutched his little daughter by the ankles, a pair of large feathered wings growing from the back of her jumpsuit flapping beside his head.

"Fifth floor." The witch said tiredly without asking. The man walked out through the double door next to his daughter, holding his daughter like a peculiar balloon.

"Next!"

Mrs Weasley went to the table. "Hello, my husband Arthur Weasley changed wards this morning, please?"

"Arthur Weasley?"

The witch looked down a long list with her fingers, "Oh, the second floor, the second door on the right, the Dale Llewellyn Ward."

"Thank you." Mrs. Weasley turned her head and said to everyone, "Follow me."

They followed her through double doors and down a narrow hallway lined with portraits of famous healers, and crystal bubbles filled with candles floated from the ceiling like giant soap bubbles.

At each door, wizards in green robes came in and out, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and a faint wailing sound was heard from time to time.

They climbed the stairs and entered the bioinjury unit, where the second door on the right read "Dangerous" De Llewellyn Ward: Severe Bite.

On the bottom card, inlaid in a copper frame, is handwritten: Master Healer: Hippocrates Meswick; Trainee Healer: Augustus Pai.

"Let's wait outside, Molly," Tonks said. "Arthur can't see too many people at a time. The family should be advanced."

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