Chapter 1244 Don't Refuse Gifts

"Hermione, it's lunchtime. I just went down and got some mashed potatoes and sausage for—"

In fact, the food stocked by St. Mungo is quite sufficient so far. But after all, the magic spell cannot produce real food, so it is bound to eat less and less. Coupled with the arrival of the support team from the International Federation of Wizards, the daily food consumption has naturally increased a lot.

Therefore, in order to avoid a premature food shortage, the hospital decided to implement planned rationing as soon as possible.

Ron took out one of the bag of lunch boxes he went to pick up just now, handed it to Hermione, and said casually:

"...Starting from this meal, the standard meal for the wounded and sick is taken as the standard. The support team members of the federation ration three-quarters of the meal, while the refugees like us and the medical staff in the hospital are Half."

"There are only half of the medical staff?" Ginny couldn't help frowning when she heard this, "They work so hard to treat patients, how could... who decided this?"

But Ron just shrugged and said:

"It's the rule set by the dean, and I heard that he himself is only half."

"Oh, this—"

When Ginny showed a hard-to-relieve expression, Ron continued:

"In short, that's how it is... Besides, in fact, except for the patients, everyone else has to collect their meals by themselves. But when I went, I found that they had already prepared our meals in advance—"

"...Ron."

He had just finished speaking when Hermione, who had already opened the lunch box, called him.

When Ron heard it, he turned his head and took a look.

"What's wrong?"

"Is this half the amount?"

"No matter how you look at it, it's unlikely, right?" Fred leaned aside, looking at half a box of mashed potatoes and two roasted sausages inside.

"No matter how you look at it, it looks like a full meal." George added.

After the two said this, everyone present couldn't help but looked at each other.

no doubt,

This is definitely because Maca, Harry, and Neville are all fighting outside... No, it should be mainly because they have a very close relationship with Maca that they receive such "preferential treatment".

"Ron, return half of it," Ginny couldn't help shaking her head and said, "If Maca and the others are here, it's fine to give them a full meal...or even more, but we certainly shouldn't receive such special treatment .”

"Ah, um!" Ron nodded after hearing the words, "Okay, I'll go now—"

As he spoke, he was about to put down his pocket and take out half of it, but at this moment, Hermione, who had been silent since just now, suddenly said:

"No, I think we have to accept this favor."

"Hermione?"

Ginny was clearly very puzzled. But she also knew that Hermione would never make any selfish decisions, so she decided to listen to the other party's explanation first.

Sure enough, Hermione quickly continued to say:

"I know you may be confused, but we really have to accept them... because only in this way, Mr. Bernthal, the dean of St. Mungo's, can feel at ease."

"You mean..." Ron pondered, "to tie Maca?"

"Well... I don't think I can say that completely," Hermione said, "I know Dean Bernthal, and he should be a respectable therapist in general. However, he is now Dean of St. Mungo's, he is responsible for all the refugees and staff here."

"Remember? Haier Bo has been to St. Mungo's more than once - Mr. Bernthal must have seen Haier Bo's terrifying strength. So he must understand that if Haier Bo next time If you still come and Maca is not here, the support team of the federation alone will not be able to resist."

Having said that, Hermione paused for a moment, and then continued:

"I think that Mr. Bernthal actually hopes to give Maca a favor directly, but Maca obviously doesn't need any favors. Therefore, he chose us as the second best thing."

Hearing this, Ginny finally nodded slightly in understanding.

"So..." She thought for a while, "If we also refuse, he will not feel at ease?"

Bernthal was originally just a very good therapist. He was able to become the dean of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic because of his high popularity.

If it is okay on weekdays, although it is hard to manage the hospital every day, he is still barely competent. But now, one disaster after another turned St. Mungo's into a temporary refuge, and his burden became heavier and heavier.

To be honest, these few catastrophes have made him feel a little exhausted.

Therefore, Bernthal is careful in everything he does now. He not only takes up his role as a therapist to check and treat the injured in person, but also arranges St. Mungo's affairs as meticulously as possible.

Including the new regulations on food distribution, he also researched it in advance to prepare for a rainy day.

Obviously, he was afraid that due to some of his negligence, everyone in St. Mungone would be in danger-he really couldn't bear such a serious crime!

"Well... So, I'm afraid we have to accept this 'good intention', even if it's just to make Dean Bernthal feel more at ease."

Hermione also nodded and said:

"To be honest, if it weren't for... If Luna hadn't made me understand that sometimes it is very important to accept gifts from others honestly, I might not have thought of this today."

While talking, she picked up the fork, dug some mashed potatoes into her mouth, and tasted it carefully——I could only feel the faint salty taste spread on her tongue, somehow, there was more of it. A trace of heaviness.

"However..." Hermione paused, then suddenly added, "Unexpectedly, accepting gifts silently like this is not an easy task!"

Although she had already thought through the reasoning behind it very thoroughly, it was after all a special preferential treatment equivalent to that of the injured.

When other asylum seekers and even the busy medical staff can only eat half a meal, I can enjoy double the food without doing anything... This is undoubtedly a burden.

"Eat!" Hermione looked at Luna on the bed, "When we are full, we will help St. Mungo's healers take care of the patients just like last time... I think this should make people feel better." Mr Bernthal felt more at ease."

"OK!"

"Just do it!"

As Fred and George spoke, they also took the lunch box from Ron's pocket, and ate quickly with his wife.

Unexpectedly, before everyone finished eating, there was a knock on the door from the door of the ward.

"Here I come... I'll open the door."

Ron motioned for everyone to continue, and he ran to open the door with the lunch box and found that the person standing outside the door happened to be the Dean Bernthal they had just mentioned.

Oh, thinking about it this way, maybe it's not a very surprising thing that he would choose to come here to have a look.

"Dean? Please, please come in—"

"Are you all eating? Sorry, it might be a little disturbing to come here at this time!"

Bernthal, with slightly gray temples, was wearing the same green uniform robe as other healers, and the hem and sleeves were stained with permanent stains from special chemicals. But apart from the spots that couldn't be cleaned off, his robe still looked clean.

When he walked in from the outside now, he had a kind smile on his face, and he looked in good spirits. It's just that the tiredness hidden in his eyes was too heavy to be concealed.

Needless to say, he must have taken a refreshing potion, and probably hasn't slept at all in the past two days.

"No, why bother!" Seeing that he was so polite when he opened his mouth, Percy, who was eating by the window, immediately said, "Mr. Bernthal, if you have anything to say...in fact, we are planning to eat When you're full, go outside and help!"

"Oh, how can this work... No, don't bother everyone!" Bernser immediately waved his hands, "There are actually enough people in the hospital. After all, so far, the injuries that have come to seek refuge are mainly traumatic injuries. It's not complicated. Everyone has been working hard in the past two days, and most of the injured have recovered!"

While talking, he also pretended to be casually looking at the lunch boxes in everyone's hands. Seeing that everyone was eating a full lunch, the smiles on his face obviously became more than at the beginning.

"By the way, I heard that someone was injured outside, and Mr. McLean personally sent the person up...it was Miss Lovegood, right?" Bernthal said at this moment, "Of course, there is Mike According to Mr. Ryan, the patient's treatment must be fine, so I'm just here to visit her this time!"

Bernthal's words were actually more of an excuse, because he mainly wanted to see if Hermione and the others had accepted the "favor" he personally arranged.

But when they heard what he said, everyone's mood suddenly became a little depressed—especially Hermione, who knew more about Luna than the other friends who only knew that Luna was seriously injured, and she was naturally in a better mood. Look heavy.

And when everyone couldn't help but stop their movements one by one, Bernser, who turned his gaze to the hospital bed, gradually changed his expression from relaxed to confused, and then from confused to stunned.

Soon, he saw his mouth half open, hesitated for a moment before frowning slightly and said:

"Miss Lovegood is—"

Bernthal was really shocked, because he gradually realized that although Luna on the hospital bed looked unharmed, she had obviously stopped breathing.

But even so, she was still lying on the hospital bed, and no one moved her.

Is it dead? Still not dead... For a while, Bernthal, a senior therapist, was a little uncertain, after all, he knew Maca's superb healing ability.

"Don't worry," Hermione said softly at this moment, "Luna just can't wake up temporarily... this is what Maca said."