Chapter 935 St. Mungory's Shock

"...with a very long cane?"

"Yes, and that gentleman looks very young, but his conversation is very mature..."

"Oh, that's Maca! It must be Maca!"

In this old church, the friends of R.A. sat on the pews to rest, while Hermione, Harry and others gathered on the front steps to talk with little Victor.

And when Little Victor talked about the gentleman who told him many things, everyone soon realized that it must be Maca.

Hermione paused, then asked again:

"Sir, what else did he tell you? Did he tell you about those dark creatures?"

Since she led so many people to London, she naturally wanted to know more. Not to mention that she had doubts about the cause behind the disaster, just listening to Maca's views on those monsters, maybe the trip could become smoother.

It's a pity that although Maca explained a lot to little Victor earlier, it was just popularizing the common sense of the magic world to him.

After all, even if Maca wanted someone to analyze those monsters, it would be impossible to discuss them with a Muggle, right?

As for Frena after that, although the intern secretary of the Ministry of Magic was very enthusiastic, she was also willing to explain little Victor's doubts.

But as far as her level is concerned, she is still far from understanding what those terrifying monsters created by Hai Erbo are.

"I don't think he said it," Little Victor shook his head at Hermione. "To be honest, even if he did, I probably wouldn't understand it...By the way, are you an army of wizards? To deal with those terrifying monsters?"

Ever since he saw everyone fighting against such a large group of monsters, he was amazed by the strength of the R.A. friends.

It's not that he hasn't seen other wizards fighting monsters, but even those so-called "Aurors" definitely don't perform as well as these young wizards.

Especially the uniform sense of collectiveness, isn't it the same as the Muggle army?

It's just that Hermione could only exchange a glance with Harry and the others after hearing it.

"Although we call ourselves 'R.A. (Reserve Army)', it's not really a 'reserve army'..." She explained a little, "Most of us are students of the same magic school, even if some They have already graduated, and they are all just ordinary wizards..."

"Oh, is that so?" Little Victor was suddenly surprised, "Student? Then how could it be..."

While he was talking, he suddenly recalled some vocabulary he had just learned before continuing:

"Uh, I mean, not long ago I saw some 'Wizard Police' people... they seem to be called 'Aurors', right? But... I don't think they are as powerful as you?"

Seeing little Victor say this, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little proud, but she still said modestly:

"No, you can't say that...In terms of personal strength, probably none of us can compare to Aurors. But we have a very good and powerful professor who organized the training for us and taught us valuable knowledge, so we—”

"Hermione,

Harry couldn't help interrupting as he listened, "I have to say, you don't have to put all your efforts on Maca too - he won't want it. Oh, sir... yes, it was our professor you met earlier, and his name is 'Maka McLean'. "

Little Victor suddenly understood and said:

"So, that young gentleman is indeed a very powerful wizard... Well, it's no wonder Miss Flena respects him so much, he looks as old as you guys..."

"Who is Miss Fleena?" Harry asked curiously, "Sir, you seem to have mentioned that she also told you a lot about the wizarding world?"

"That's right, she is a very kind girl, and she even saved me once!" Little Victor said with emotion, "Well, if I hadn't somehow offended that doctor in your magic hospital, I guess I should be still alive now." Wait for her to wake up in the hospital!"

Hearing the word "magic hospital", Hermione was startled suddenly, and then she stretched out her hand to signal as if thinking of something.

"Wait, did you mean 'St. Mungo's Hospital'?" she asked hastily.

When little Victor saw Hermione's question, he calmed down and thought about it, then nodded slightly and said:

"Well, I think I saw the word 'Saint Mungo' on the wall... yes, it should be right, what's the matter lady? Is there any problem there?"

"Oh no, it's nothing! I was just thinking..." Hermione pondered for a moment, then turned her head to Harry and said, "I want to go to St. Mungo's and the Leaky Cauldron first—this is probably London. There are two places in the city that are most likely to become temporary shelters, and we need to confirm them before searching and rescue."

"Miss, you are right!" Little Victor found that he at least understood the sentence, "I don't know what kind of bar, but the hospital became a refuge before I left, and has accepted There are a lot of refugees."

Although St. Mungo received only wizards, he was a special case who entered as a Muggle.

But Little Victor didn't care about these things, and it was difficult to distinguish Muggles from wizards in the chaotic hospital hall. Anyway, in his opinion, they were all "people".

"Well, speaking of it... at least Neville is very likely to be in St. Mungo's!" Harry suddenly said.

...

Since both Neville's parents lived regularly on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's, there was a good chance that Neville would come with his grandmother during this disaster.

But Little Victor didn't know that the "Neville" Harry was talking about came in through the window almost at the same time when he left the hospital.

"Help! My grandma needs first aid! Therapist—"

Not long ago, Neville hugged his grandma like this and rushed into the hall.

Although he had just been thrown in by grandma with a spell, but when he suddenly woke up, he was still thinking about saving grandma, so he rushed out again without having time to look around.

Now that he came in again, he realized that the St. Mungo's hall was really in chaos!

There are people everywhere, including healthy asylum seekers, unconscious wounded, and of course there are bloody guys who have suffered physical injuries.

Fortunately, even though it was only a short time away, St. Mungo, who had already entered the wartime state, was no longer as bewildering as when little Victor came in with Frena on his back.

Although it is chaotic at the moment, it is orderly in the chaos, and there are intern therapists standing by the door to distinguish patients.

Just as Neville was confused by the messy scene, a young wizard in a light green robe immediately came to his side.

"Go forward! Don't stop...how did you get hurt?"

The intern therapist saw that the old Mrs. Longbottom in Neville's arms was spitting blood from time to time, and immediately dragged Neville and urged him to run towards the stairs, checking his injuries while running.

"Ah, yes... I don't know, maybe it's the Explosion Curse or the Crushing Curse—I heard a very strong explosion."

"It looks like it to me. That's the Department of Spell Injuries... No, no, no, don't take the stairs, first aid the injured and take the elevator! Come this way—"

Running along with the trainee therapist all the way, Grandma's body was as light as a quilt in Neville's hands, which made him feel bad.

It wasn't until the fifth floor, after handing grandma over to the therapist for emergency treatment, that Neville felt as if he had just felt the weight of a person in his arms. He hung his hands limply by his sides, leaned against the wall and slid a little bit to sit on the cold ground, panting heavily.

The courage to fight the monster just now has gradually faded, and the determination to summon the Patronus has gradually been replaced by fatigue, which made him fall to the side of the corridor, his mind blank.

The corridors are busy, with patients coming and going with the help of trainee therapists and volunteers. Neville retracted his feet almost unconsciously, so as not to disturb other patients who needed treatment.

St. Mungo's Hospital - Neville thought he was used to it, but now he found that how many people can really get used to this kind of space full of pain and parting?

"...Longbottom?"

Hearing someone call his last name, Neville raised his head reflexively.

"You are... oh, Harry's..."

"godfather."

As soon as Sirius came out of the ward, he noticed the young man slumped in the corridor at a glance. Although he and Neville hardly spoke a few words, at least they could be regarded as acquaintances.

"So, the one who was sent in for treatment just now is really Mrs. Longbottom?"

With that said, Sirius took another look into the ward, as if re-confirming his identity.

He didn't know Neville very well, but he had a lot of friendship with Neville's parents. They were both key members of the Order of the Phoenix back then, and they had done a lot together. If he hadn't been wronged and imprisoned in Azkaban for so long, he would have visited them at least occasionally over the years.

"Yes, it's my grandma..." Neville nodded, but quickly pursed his lips again, and said softly, "If I had worked up the courage earlier, maybe I wouldn't have become like this."

Naturally, Sirius would not know what Neville had experienced. So he just reached out and patted Neville's head, and said in a deep voice:

"Anyway, stay in St. Mungo's for the time being! It's much safer here than outside... Your grandma will be fine, trust the therapist in St. Mungo's."

However, before the words fell, both of them felt a slight vibration coming from below them.

Sirius frowned for a moment, then raised his legs and walked towards the stairs - he had to find out what happened.

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