Chapter 99

"Oh, kid, be careful! If something goes wrong when you go back, Poppy will definitely come to settle the score with me."

Ms. Prout rambled on.

While carefully helping Devereux up.

Only then did Devereux slowly realize where he was.

He looked around.

He found himself and Plaut standing in a long and narrow corridor.

Dim wall lamps hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Under the light are several puzzling paintings.

There is a light gray door at one end of the corridor.

The other end is blocked by a table that takes up almost the entire space.

An older witch sat behind the desk.

She is wearing a uniform.

On his chest is a badge of a wand crossed with bones.

At this moment, he was recording something with his quill pen.

Seem meticulous.

"Okay, get out quickly and don't disturb others from using the door key."

The witch said without raising her head.

Although the sound is not loud.

But with unquestionable majesty.

Prout nodded.

Patted Devereux on the shoulder.

Leading him towards the gray door.

Devereaux was still in a daze.

He followed Prout through the door with unsteady steps.

Step out the door.

The noisy sound came towards us.

It was as if I had suddenly entered a lively vegetable market.

There was a lot of noise all around.

There was a lot of noise.

He found himself in a crowded waiting room.

Shabby wooden chairs were crowded with wizards in rows.

Some of them look normal.

Reading newspapers or books leisurely.

But many more people are obviously suffering from strange symptoms.

One wizard's arms turned into the forelimbs of a dog.

Another witch's nose disappeared completely.

It was as if someone had cast an inappropriate elimination spell.

There is also a wizard.

Every breath sounded like a low wail like a death knell.

It was as if a band were playing mournful music.

It made Devereaux feel like his ears were ringing with the chaotic melody of dozens of instruments playing simultaneously.

What's even more outrageous is.

A witch is being held hostage by two wizards.

She kept screaming.

"Fox! Fox! Fox!"

The sound was so harsh that it made one's head tingle.

Devereaux looked at her strangely and thought.

"Do you want to see the sequel to "Star Wars" (one of 20th Century Fox's most famous movies)?"

Then he shook his head secretly.

I think wizards probably don't watch movies.

Wizards and witches in green robes moved among the waiting people.

Ask about the situation.

Take notes on a writing board.

The chaos and noise here.

Jean Devereux just wanted to find a quiet place to catch his breath.

"Follow me kid, we're going to the fifth floor."

Ms. Prout nodded with a receptionist and led Devereux through a set of double doors.

Just as I was leaving the waiting room.

Devereux's eyes glanced at a huge diagram at the reception desk - the structural diagram of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, clearly marking the functions of each floor:

Equipment Accident Department.........First floor

(Cauldron explosion, wand misfire, broomstick collision, etc.)

Biological Injury Department…………Second Floor

(Stings, burns, punctures, etc.)

Department of Strange Bacteria and Infectious Diseases...3rd floor

(Infectious diseases such as dragon pox, disappearing syndrome, lymphomycosis, etc.)

Department of Pharmacy and Phytotoxicity…………Fourth Floor

(Skin rash, nausea, endless laughter, etc.)

Curse Injury Department…………Fifth Floor

(The curse that cannot be removed, the wrong curse, etc.)

Tea room and shop.........Sixth floor

Devereux memorized it at a glance.

Thinking about not being able to explore all the places this time.

Later, it will be convenient for you to continue exploring the secret realm and take a good walk here.

Right next to the schematic.

He also noticed a huge picture frame.

The frame was empty.

The nameplate below the frame reads:

Delise Devont

St. Mungo's Healer (1722-1741)

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)

I don’t know where the people inside are now.

The two quickly passed through a narrow corridor.

On either side are portraits of famous therapists.

Crystal bubbles containing candles floated from the ceiling.

Looks like giant soap bubbles.

There were wizards in green robes coming in and out of each door.

There were terrifying screams in some rooms.

Others emit a disgusting stench.

Devereaux couldn't help but hold his nose.

But Prout looked unfazed.

The pace is still fast.

They passed through the doors quickly.

Then there are four flights of stairs on the face.

Prout looks like he goes through this every day.

Going up the stairs quickly.

Devereux followed hard behind her.

finally.

Arrived on the fifth floor.

Devereux held his knees.

I was panting like I had just run a marathon.

Prout, on the other hand, looked refreshed.

Not even the hair is messy.

She turned and looked at Devereaux.

Couldn't help but laugh.

"I have always suggested that they install an elevator like the Muggles do to take patients up and down the stairs. But those old stubborns said that Muggle doctors are all lunatics who cut people open. How can they learn from them."

Devereux felt like laughing.

But he really had no strength.

He covered his chest and tried to calm his breathing.

He forced out a dry smile.

It was a barely acceptable response.

Prout and Deveraux continued to walk through the crowd.

These people looked like they had randomly cast a Transfiguration spell on themselves.

Among them was the wizard who had just replaced his arms with dog forelimbs.

He was trying to grab a cup of potion with his claws.

But he accidentally knocked over the whole bottle.

The blue liquid was all over the floor.

Some were covered with feathers.

And two legs grew on their chests.

Deveraux couldn't help but shudder.

Compared with these half-human, half-beast or missing limbs patients.

The Devil's Snare he had seen in the Herbology class before seemed extremely friendly.

At this moment, he also deeply understood what Professor McGonagall repeatedly emphasized in class: "The first principle of Transfiguration is caution."

After passing through this group of wailing, groaning, and even semi-crazy patients.

Prout stopped in front of an inconspicuous small door.

This door stood alone at the end of the corridor.

It was deserted.

Almost no one approached.

There was a small sign hanging on the door.

But the words on it had long been covered by rust.

It was almost unrecognizable.

Prout took out a key from his waist.

He slowly opened the door that was obviously covered with dust and rust.

"Squeak--"

The door hinge made a harsh sound.

It seemed that it had not been used for a long time.

Deveraux looked through the crack of the open door.

He saw a huge instrument in the middle of the room.

It was covered with a dirty rainproof cloth.

The edge of the cloth was covered with dust.

It exuded an old and musty smell.

This machine seemed to have been forgotten long ago.

It stood there quietly.

Prout turned sideways to look at Deveraux.

He showed a comforting smile.

"Come in, kid, the soul examination won't take too long."

Deveraux nodded.

He was about to step in.

A strange feeling suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

He turned his head suddenly.

He looked at the crowd they just passed.

Most of the people in the corridor had dull eyes.

Or they were waiting for treatment with painful expressions.

No one noticed them.

No one looked here.

However.

Deveraux had a strange intuition-someone was watching him!

That kind of eyes were cold and malicious.

Like an invisible snake.

Wandering on his back.

This was the "hunter" intuition given to him by Moody's entry.

Or.

It was the instinct he had forged from countless dangers.

"What's wrong, kid?"

Prout's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She looked at him with concern.

Her brows were slightly frowned.

Deveraux came back to his senses.

He forced a smile.

He shook his head.

Keep this in mind.

"There is a threat in the hospital!"

He took a deep breath.

He walked into the room.

Prout then closed the door.

Bang!

The sound of the echo quickly faded in the noisy corridor.

The rust on the door fell off as the door was closed.

At the moment when the rust fell off.

The words on the door appeared:

Soul Split Treatment Room.