Chapter 955 Wisdom of Padfoot

Although there is no ticking of the clock, time does pass by little by little. For every minute and every second that slipped away quietly, Maca was well aware of it.

He was also worried.

But no matter what, he could only put his mind on the things to do in front of him first, and believe in the insurance measures of staying in St. Mungo's.

In Willie's room, the crimson color became more and more intense.

Sending a spot of light into the medicine bottle again, Maca took a look at it by the way, and found that a certain amount had finally accumulated in the bottle.

So far, this step seems to be going well, at least that's one thing to be happy about.

"In that case, let's continue!" Maca thought secretly.

But from the beginning to the present, he never stopped at all, so how can he "continue" now? After all, he was still worried about the situation at St. Mungo's!

But the good thing is, in fact, St. Mungo's state at the moment is better than he imagined.

...

Another three hours passed.

It was approaching noon, but everyone was not in the mood to prepare for dinner, but at least they could be quiet for a while.

The old man named Old Victor has been nagging them for a long time since three hours ago, insisting that they help his son de-petrify.

Although everyone was annoyed by him making noise. But because there was a lot of involvement behind it at this time, neither St. Mungo's therapist nor the members of R.A. dared to take the Mandrake potion without authorization.

The stubborn old man probably also said that he was tired, so everyone had a moment of leisure time.

"I've said it a long time ago, isn't it good to just give him a full-body binding spell? Why do we have to endure him so much?"

Sirius was undoubtedly the most irritating person, in fact, he had wanted to cast a spell over more than one time to quiet himself.

But the girls headed by Hermione all disagreed with his rude behavior. After a long time, Sirius was so quarreled by old Victor that his brain ached, so he simply returned to Kingsley's ward.

However, Kingsley, who was lying on the bed, could not help shaking his head slightly after hearing his complaint.

"Actually, Miss Granger did the right thing," he persuaded, "It would be okay in normal times, but now is an extraordinary period, and we can't act too brutally. Think about it, there are still many wounded and injured in the hall—those who What do you think people will think if they see that we only use violence to solve problems?"

"What can they think!"

Sirius is just straightforward, but not stupid. Even if Kingsley just stopped, he could still understand what Kingsley meant.

Therefore, after replying another sentence nonchalantly, he could only shut his mouth and say nothing more.

He knew that Haierbo had just made a big fuss in London, and in the end he almost escaped unscathed under Maca's obstruction.

In this case, after Maca's hard work, the bad influence of the Muggle world can be said to be greatly reduced. But in the British magic world, it is also necessary to control the direction of public opinion.

Especially these wizard wounded in St. Mungol's,

Once they recover and leave, they will become a great source of information on this big event in London.

Whether it is for the reputation of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries or for the image of Maca and Hogwarts, everyone needs to be cautious in their words and deeds.

"Well... unless, those people have to 'die' in St. Mungo..."

"what are you thinking about!"

Kingsley on the hospital bed was taken aback by Sirius' shocking remarks for no reason.

Sirius, who was thinking about something with his head down, suddenly raised his head, looked at Kingsley with a surprised face, and then he waved his hands and said:

"No, I was thinking, if I were that Haierbo, what would I do next."

Upon hearing this, Kingsley couldn't help thinking along what Sirius said.

"Hmm... do you want to pour dirty water on us?" He pondered for a while, but asked after a while, "Is it necessary for a wizard like Hai Erbo to do this?"

But Sirius shrugged immediately.

"Why isn't it necessary?" He said, "Even if that guy's magical power is really amazing, now even Maca can only restrain him... But thinking about it the other way around, it means that as long as Maca is around, he can It’s hard to do what you want.”

"So, why didn't he start from other angles and tie Maca first?"

Compared with Haierbo, who has no foundation in this era, Maca, who has laid the foundation in advance, undoubtedly has many advantages.

Even if the strength of modern wizards is not enough in Haierbo's eyes, once everything accumulates, there will be qualitative changes.

From Haierbo's birth to the present, Maca suppressed the several times of deliberate disturbances.

Among them, the Ministry of Magic, the International Federation of Wizards, and even the Muggle army have indirectly contributed. Although their power is small, it cannot be ignored.

Without them, Maca alone would have to deal with Haierbo's destructive aggression, and the whole of Europe would inevitably be messed up in the end.

After listening to Sirius' analysis, Kingsley couldn't help but take a good look at him, as if he was very surprised that he could say these words.

"If you're always so willing to use your brain..."

"No, no," Sirius immediately shook his head and said, "It's not that Lupine is not here! If he is, it's my turn to use my brain..."

If I had to say, none of the four Hogwarts troublemakers back then were stupid.

Even Pettigrew's brain is very flexible, otherwise it would not be possible to frame Sirius into Azkaban and enjoy nearly ten years of imprisonment.

Of course, it was precisely because of the big loss that time that he was willing to use his brain to think about something now if necessary.

"Well...you say that, it is indeed possible. If ordinary people have distrust of Maca and us, even if it is only a small number of people, it will destabilize the entire British magic world."

Kingsley was thinking about it, and suddenly slapped the bed board, nodded and said:

"Originally, Scrimgeour intended to minimize the impact of this matter as much as possible in the same way as the Muggle world... But now it seems that it is better to make the whole matter public, this is also to show the strength of the Ministry of Magic and confidence."

"Is it also about Hai Erbo?" Sirius then asked.

Prior to this, the Ministry of Magic had not officially announced any news regarding the return of the ancient wizard Hai Erbo.

Although many people have heard some gossip, the information is incomplete. At present, there is probably no commoner in the magic world who knows what Haierbo looks like.

It's just that the name "Despicable Haierbo" printed on the chocolate frog card is really important. If the Ministry of Magic discloses the information in an official capacity, the impact will never be small!

"There are too many things involved here..." Kingsley thought for a while, and finally sighed, "Don't talk about you and me, even Scrimgeour probably doesn't know what to do. "

The fact of the disaster in London and the information of Helbo, these two facts are basically the same thing. If half of it is made public and half is kept, once the rest needs to be made public in the future, it will really arouse public suspicion.

Not long after, Kingsley simply leaned back on the pillow behind him, and said helplessly:

"I said, we're talking about this in the ward, isn't it a bit... By the way, what are you doing here if you're not guarding the children below? You don't come here specifically to tell me about it, do you?" ?”

"Huh?" Sirius spread his hands and said, "Didn't I say it earlier? I came up to avoid that annoying old man... Also, I suggest you stop calling them 'children', I Look at them, they are stronger than you and me!"

"It's not just magical power, the most important thing is here—"

While saying this, Sirius stretched out his fingers and poked his chest, speaking meaningfully.

...

At the same time, outside the temporary ward behind the hall on the first floor.

Ok!

Now it is more vivid to say it is a "spider nest" than a ward.

When Hermione and the others were carefully arranging what to do next, there were spiders coming and going around them, and the rustling sound was especially clear in this quiet corridor.

Guys like Ron, whose legs go limp at the sight of a spider, have already run back outside to take care of the odd jobs of comforting the injured.

"Harry, you will stay at this door from now on... It is still the same as before, and put on the sorting hat. If there is any accident, you can play by ear..."

"For you, Ginny, take three groups of people to rest in the corridor by the side door of the hall. Under normal circumstances, no one will go in or out there."

"For the rest of the people, each group has an area, and everyone patrols in shifts."

Hermione stared at the notes she had written just now, and assigned actions for everyone step by step, everything looked orderly.

But at the end, she suddenly cast a hesitant look behind everyone.

"And then, Neville... why don't you go back to the ward with your grandma! Our side—"

"No, no need." Neville shook his head immediately, "I believe that what grandma wants me to do most now is not to sit beside her and frown, but to protect everyone in St. Mungo's with everyone."

"Oh..." Hermione nodded hesitantly, and then said with a smile, "Since you said so, let's stand by the side door with Ginny! You are very good now, with you here, our Confidence is more abundant!"

Hearing Hermione's praise, Neville finally couldn't help showing a shy smile that seemed familiar to him—it was only then that everyone realized that Neville had changed so much.

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