Chapter 978 Warmth in St. Mungo's

"Mr. McLean, then I will go back."

As the closed door was opened from the inside, the emaciated Mrs. Pierce came out. When she came into the corridor, she also squeezed out a gentle smile to Harry and Ron who were waiting outside.

Immediately afterwards, Maca also paced out behind her.

"Well, because there are other patients, I won't send you there." He nodded naturally, and then added, "Ah, right! I think little Cathy still needs to know the truth. If it's hard for you, ma'am, let me—"

"No, thank you...no need."

Mrs. Pierce, who always had a bit of bitterness and embarrassment on her face, resolutely rejected Maca's suggestion at this time. From the two consecutive "stills" that Maca said, it can be heard that this is probably not the first time they have talked about this topic.

After declining Maca's proposal, she fell into silence for a while. It wasn't until a moment later that she spoke again:

"Let me talk to Cathy! After all, I'm the child's mother..."

Seeing the faint radiance of maternal love emerging from Mrs. Pierce's face, Maca didn't insist anymore, but smiled to show that she understood.

Watching the other party say goodbye again and then leave, the two who had been standing by the side since just now finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Maka, is there really nothing you can do?" Harry asked impatiently.

In front of him, Maca didn't turn his head, but looked at the back of the person returning to the ward and shook his head.

"I can't help it... All I can do is to suppress the burning pain from the soul." He said flatly, "The damage to the soul is too serious, and I can't repair it with my current ability. "

"Oh..." Ron said angrily, "It's all that hateful Hai Erbo!"

Until then, Maca glanced at them both.

"Okay, just scolding can't cause him any loss—" He raised his legs and walked forward while talking, and continued, "Come on! There are still several wards to be checked, don't Stand here and think about it."

Seeing that Maca had already walked several steps, Harry and the others had no choice but to suppress the heaviness in their hearts, and hastily followed.

About an hour later, Maca came out of the last ward on the fifth floor amidst the farewell sounds of several patients, and motioned for Harry and Ron to finish the rest.

After the two of them pushed the trolley downstairs, he opened the door of a ward again and walked in.

This is the "Janus Sitch Ward", and its door is usually locked, because the people who live in it are some more "special" patients.

Generally, this ward only accepts long-term residents, and Ms. Straw, the therapist, cares for them like a mother here.

However, due to the recent special situation, two injured patients have also been transferred here.

"Kingsley, how are you feeling today?"

As the current Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, he's moved here since St. Mungo's reopened. Of course, apart from his special status, in fact, he was only sent here by the way.

After chatting casually with Kingsley, who was gradually recovering, Maca walked around his hospital bed, came to the inner bed, and nodded to the family members of the patient accompanying the bed.

"Neville, I suddenly want to give you a little suggestion."

Obviously, the patient lying on this bed was the one who most needed to be transferred to this ward, and that was Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom.

It has been more than ten years since Neville's parents were placed here.

In order to prevent Neville from having to run back and forth when he wanted to visit them, Maca offered to suggest that St. Mungo help the old lady change the ward, and brought Kingsley to accompany Neville.

After all, if Neville is left alone here with three relatives who cannot talk to each other,

Over time, it will indeed make people worry that he will not be able to sustain it.

"what?"

Seeing Maca suddenly mention some "little suggestion", Neville immediately felt a little puzzled.

But Maca didn't explain much, but directly pointed in the direction of the door, and then said:

"I saw Hannah when I came in just now, why don't you invite her to come in with me?"

"Hannah?"

Only in this situation, Neville, who had awakened his courage, would unconsciously reveal his timidity in the past. But he suddenly blushed, but he was still explaining dryly while walking over there.

"Maka, maybe... Maybe you misunderstood something, I haven't..."

To be honest, it would have been more satisfying to admit it straightforwardly, like his statement that even his defense contained the truth.

Maca shrugged towards Kingsley, and then took advantage of Neville's time to leave, and leaned over to conduct a detailed inspection of Mrs. Longbottom.

It didn't take much effort just to check. When Neville led Hannah in from the outside, he had already withdrawn the hand hanging over the old lady's body.

"Hannah, what did you see me hiding just now? Do you really think I didn't see it?"

He looked at Hannah, who was as coy as Neville, and made fun of it. After that, he said to Neville:

"Your grandma's condition has completely stabilized, and the possibility of waking up has increased a lot...Of course, I have already told you about the problems after waking up. You have to be mentally prepared."

"Well, no matter what grandma becomes, she is the grandma who raised me."

As Neville said, he subconsciously glanced at the two hospital beds inside. There, the Longbottoms were sitting on the hospital bed, their eyes were empty and dull.

"Even if she becomes like mom and dad, I will take care of her for the rest of my life."

While speaking, Hannah who was standing behind Neville suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, causing Neville's whole body to tense up.

"Looks like Hannah will help you too."

Maca teased again, then lowered her head, leaned over and said to the old lady who was still sleeping on the hospital bed:

"Wake up early, your Neville has even found his wife!"

"What about yourself?"

Suddenly, Maca heard Kingsley's teasing from the next bed. His words not only relieved Neville's embarrassment, but even caused Hannah to giggle twice.

When Maca heard this, he immediately turned around and glared at him angrily, scolding this guy secretly which pot he didn't open and which pot to carry.

"Compared to me, I'm afraid that you are the only one who needs a girlfriend the most here? Let me calculate, how old are you this year?"

As soon as he said this, even Neville couldn't help laughing, and Hannah naturally laughed even more.

During this period, even Maka didn't notice that the little finger of Mrs. Longbottom on the hospital bed suddenly twitched slightly.

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When people are busy, the passage of time is often more easily overlooked. Before you know it, lunch time is almost here.

In the current period when there are many patients, the staff of St. Mungo's eat in batches some time in advance.

At this moment, today's first batch of diners had already gathered in the cafeteria on the east side of the second floor, and the place quickly became lively.

Right now Hermione was sitting in a corner, poking food on the dinner plate with a fork a little absent-mindedly, her eyes wandering back and forth on the ceiling aimlessly, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

Not long after, a familiar figure came in from the door, took lunch at the window, looked around for a while, and then walked straight towards Hermione.

It wasn't until the figure got closer that Hermione, who was late to notice, withdrew her gaze that was still dangling in the air, and looked in the direction of the people passing by.

She was not surprised, because she was waiting for someone here.

"Good afternoon, Luna."

"Oh... good afternoon, Hermione!"

Compared with her slightly depressed spirit, Luna's response was obviously more energetic, still retaining the lightness and dynamism of the past.

After saying hello to Hermione, Luna put down the plate and sat down happily, and looked in front of Hermione curiously.

"Hermione, what's that? It looks a bit like...a popped Flobberworm?"

"This is dragon fruit!"

Hermione glanced down as she spoke, only to realize that she seemed to have poked them into a pool of white mud with countless black spots.

"Forget it, don't talk about it for now." She pushed the dinner plate aside casually, and then said directly, "Luna, you are also Maka who asked you to come here to wait for him? What do we say?"

Seeing that Luna was listening to her, but there was already a lot of food in her mouth, Hermione said again: "Is it really because of what happened the night before?"

"Probably!" Luna chewed and said vaguely.

Maybe it was because he realized that it didn't seem to make much sense to tell her. No matter what he thought now, he would have to wait for Maca to come to find out later, so Hermione didn't say anything at all.

She pursed her lips, and dragged the dinner plate back to her face, then picked up the spoon and scooped the dragon fruit that had been smashed by herself into her mouth spoon by spoon.

However, until she and Luna finished their lunch, Maca still didn't show up.

"Where did he go?" Hermione couldn't help muttering to herself, "Wouldn't he just run off to work somewhere again?"

And at this moment, Luna on the opposite side suddenly pointed behind her and said loudly:

"Hermione, look! Maca is coming out of the kitchen—is he going to give up his practice as a healer and become a chef instead?"

Hermione turned around in astonishment, only to find that Maca was walking towards their table with a big tray.

"Ladies, have you run out of lunch?" Maca smiled, "Why don't you have some more dessert!"

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