Chapter 998: Hai Erbo's Backhand

When little Cathy saw that familiar figure in the waiting hall of St. Mungo's, she was really surprised.

Didn't Mr. McLean decide to leave St. Mungo's and continue to search for Haierbo because the injuries at that time could no longer be treated by him?

This was even just a few days ago, how come it's back now?

And... what a coincidence, it happened to be today!

"...Actually, I am a prophet."

The mysterious trench coat wizard who suddenly appeared in the cemetery flashed through Little Cathy's head again. And immediately, a certain feeling that her future was seen through by the other party made little Cathy's whole body covered with goosebumps.

Obviously, sometimes being too smart may not be a good thing—the little Cathy now feels that it would be nice if she could be as ignorant as other people of her age.

"Mr. McLean—"

She just hesitated for a moment because of the inexplicable fear in her heart, and found that Maca had disappeared in the direction of the side door of the hall, so that she stopped abruptly after only half a shout.

After that, Little Cathy felt a little lucky instead. Fortunately, she didn't have time to stop Mr. McLean, otherwise, she was really worried that the other party would tell her what she had heard from someone.

Because if that's the case, she really doesn't know how she should face it.

"Miss Pierce, what's the matter?"

Seeing little Cathy stopped in her tracks somehow, Bernthal asked her a little doubtfully. Immediately afterwards, he followed Little Cathy's gaze, but he didn't find anything that could attract the little girl.

"That was just now..." Little Cathy subconsciously opened her mouth when she heard the words, but soon she shook her head and changed her words, "No, it's okay... I was just looking at that portrait."

"Oh, you mean Lady Dailies de Winter?" said Dean Bernthal with a smile. "Her smile makes one feel warm, doesn't she? She was the best St. Mungo's ever had." One of the healers, who later became Headmaster of Hogwarts, was a great witch..."

While he was telling Little Cathy about the deeds of Ms. Dewente, he led her to continue to walk towards the stairs, and the two went upstairs after a while.

And just as Little Cathy followed him up the stairs and was about to reach the second floor, she couldn't help but glanced at the other side of the hall.

Why did Maca come here today? Afterwards, will you really ask yourself if you want to go to France?

These two problems have become a thorn in Little Cathy's heart, and the feeling of pain when she touches it really makes her choose not to pull it out, or not to pull it out.

...

"Mr. McLean, this spare potion preparation room is still entrusted to you—Mr. Smethyke said that he will explain it when the dean returns later."

"Oh, thank you very much... If I don't just have to leave now, I'm sure I'll thank him now."

It was still the potion preparation room at the back of the hall. Maca let the old lady gently float to the hospital bed and lie down, and nodded to the trainee therapist Pai who accompanied him.

"Of course, thank you for helping me prepare this bed," he said.

Facing this young wizard who was a few years younger than himself, Pai did not dare to neglect him at all.

Yes, even though he had met Maca many times before, he still seemed quite reserved until now. Because he knew very well that, let alone fighting Hai Erbo, he was far inferior to this young Mr. McLean in terms of the treatment he was best at.

Not long ago, there were so many difficult patients whose souls were traumatized, and Mr. McLean was the only one in St. Mungo who was able to heal them!

"No, no, you're welcome, this is what I should do—" Pai nodded repeatedly, "Then...then you do your work first, and I won't bother you!"

Seeing the other party leave the preparation room respectfully, although Maca was a little dumbfounded about this attitude, she didn't have the time to correct it like before.

This was not only because he knew he couldn't correct it, but also because he had more important things to do right now.

But he turned around and waved his hand towards the hospital bed, the translucent soul rune flashed again, and the old Muggle lady's soul was pulled out of her body by him again.

And it can be seen that in the middle of the half-empty and half-solid soul, that strange gray-black mass is still trying to keep itself shrinking.

But because Maca had imposed restrictions on it with the help of soul rules long before coming here, now it can only repeatedly stalemate in continuous contraction and expansion, and cannot really reintegrate into the soul.

"Come out for me!"

The next moment, I saw Maca tearing off the white sheet that was stacked on the side on the spot, took out the pen and ink, bent down, and sketched it meticulously on the spot.

Perhaps it was because he had constructed this array before, this time his movements were very fast, and it only took more than ten minutes to draw lines and symbols on the sheet that were not considered complicated.

Immediately, he directly covered the old lady's body with the bed sheet, and sent out a steady flow of magic power with his hand.

Suddenly, with a burst of faint blue light floating up from the bed sheet, one by one rune symbols slowly released the gray-black strange substance out of the old man's soul.

And since this array can do this, it indirectly confirmed a conjecture of Maca.

"Sure enough, is it related to the dark magic creatures that ravaged London back then?" He silently stared at the mass, thinking to himself, "Or, this is actually Haierbo's prediction that those monsters would be wiped out, So I deliberately left another backhand."

In fact, since Maca used the rune pattern to prove the source of the strange substance, this is not just his "conjecture".

It can be said that this is undoubtedly Haierbo's backhand, it can't be wrong!

At that time, Maca was fighting fires in downtown London and wiped out all the monsters. But that was actually not only the end of one disaster, but also the beginning of the next one.

After thinking about it for a while, he then took out a potion bottle and placed it in the center of the rune pattern on the quilt.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his staff again, and pointed at the potion bottle decisively.

"Go in."

Before the words were finished, the pattern on the bed sheet suddenly began to squirm.

I saw a lot of runes and lines engulfing the mass of matter, rushing towards the body of the potion bottle, and soon completely trapped it in the bottle.

Waiting until the blue light disappeared due to the loss of Maca's magic support, Maca reached out to pick up the bottle, and put it in the bag at his waist.

"Concrete research remains to be done

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