Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 15 St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries

Slughorn readily agreed to Toby's request. He didn't say when he would prepare the Felicia, but told Toby mysteriously at the end: If he was lucky enough, he would get an unexpected job. Christmas gifts.

In order to express his gratitude, Toby also said before leaving that he would give special thanks to Slughorn for his help in future books.

Slughorn felt extremely benefited from this. He had already heard about Toby's experience in Loch Ness, and he knew very well that Toby's new book would definitely sell better than "Ancient Magic", and it might become a Hogwarts book. new textbooks.

When his name appears on the textbooks, it will more or less make up for Slughorn's regret of retiring early. At least many students will know that he, a former professor, still exists.

Toby didn't go straight back to Hogwarts, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, borrowed the fireplace in Slughorn's house, and disappeared into the green flames.

Central London.

Toby got out of the car. He was dressed like a Muggle now, with a thin Hawaiian shirt, like a company employee who just returned from vacation.

As an archaeologist who needs to run around, quickly integrating into the Muggle world is a necessary skill.

Al hung obliquely on his body, mistook it for some kind of special pet backpack by people who didn't know why, and when Toby took out coins from Nixie's belly pocket, they confirmed it even more.

Only Al scratched his claws hard, staring at the disappearing coin, pinching Toby's flesh.

Toby came to a wide street lined with various shops.He walked in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looked dilapidated and deserted. There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, with wigs crooked in different poses, and the clothes were worn at least ten years ago. clothing.Big signs saying "Closed for renovation" hung on the dusty doors.

"I'm here to visit a friend."

Toby whispered to the dummy.

The dummy came to life, it gave a slight nod and waved its joined fingers.

Toby went straight through the glass and disappeared into the street. No one noticed that there was a big living person missing.

He came to a crowded waiting room, rows of wizards and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs, some looked normal, reading back issues of Wizard Weekly, others had horrific deformities, such as long hair. An extra hand was born from the elephant's trunk or chest, etc.

The patients here are very strange. A sweaty witch in the middle of the front row is fanning a copy of the "Daily Prophet", making a high-pitched siren sound, and breathing steam from the mouth.A slovenly wizard in a corner jingled like a clock, and at each sound his head wobbled horribly, and he had to hold it by his ears to steady it.

"Hey, You!"

A healer in a green robe suddenly came over, with a badge embroidered on his chest: a wand and a cross of bones.

The therapist pointed to Toby's shoulder and said, "How could you bring Niffler into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries? It's full of sick people."

"It's a misunderstanding." Toby said calmly, "It's not a sniff, it's just a decoration, it can make me look special, and I'm extra popular when I'm dating girls."

Al immediately remained motionless, not even turning his eyes.

"Really?" The therapist stretched out a finger suspiciously, and poked Al's body: "Then why is it so soft?"

Toby slapped off the therapist's finger at once: "Be careful, this decoration is very expensive, otherwise it won't be liked by girls."

The therapist didn't let his guard down, he pulled out a gleaming pocket watch and shook it back and forth in front of Al.

Al's back was drenched in cold sweat, and his body trembled involuntarily. Only Toby could feel the urgency in Al's heart.

"Ok."

The therapist finally put the watch away, hesitated for a moment before letting Toby go, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Is it really popular with girls? Can you tell me where you bought it?" ?”

Toby took one look at the miserable therapist and dismissed him off with an Egyptian veil bar.

I hope Wiki likes this gift.

Toby came to the table with the words "Information Office", and a thin blonde witch sat behind the table.The wall behind her is covered with notices and posters, such as clean the cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poison, and the antidote must not be used indiscriminately and must be approved by a qualified healer.

There is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver curls hanging down, and it is written:
【Dalice Deventer】

[St. Mungo's Therapist (1722-1741)]

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

Toby had seen her portrait in the principal's office, and he saw Dai Lisi beckoning to him, so he walked over quietly.

"Why don't you go back to school?" Dai Lisi asked softly, "School will start in a few days, and Dumbledore is looking for you everywhere—Snape is going crazy, he made a mess of your office. "

"Severus is really enthusiastic."

Toby replied in a low voice: "It's coming soon, I'll go back tonight, and let the principal prepare a thank you gift for me in advance."

"Thank you?" Doris asked suspiciously, "What kind of thank you?"

Toby didn't answer, he walked back to the information desk, asked a few words in a low voice, and then walked up the stairs without looking back.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, Toby's body suddenly changed, so fast that the therapist in the portrait couldn't see it clearly—his shirt turned into a green witch robe, and the badge of the therapist was also embroidered on his chest , no different from a therapist in a hospital.His long hair fell down and hid his face.

Al hid in his witch robe and dozed lazily.

Toby walked through the double doors, ignoring the grim portrait of the therapist on the wall.

He walked quickly, and finally stopped in front of the double doors marked Spell Damage Section on the fifth floor.

He pushed the door open and walked in with such precision that no one knew he was a fake therapist, they just thought it was some new intern.

"Araho Cave is open."

He opened the door of the long-stay ward, which was more like a patient's home, and there were more personal items around the bed.

A man was lying on the hospital bed near the door, holding a book in his hand, his mind was almost sunk in it, and he refused to put it down no matter what.

Opposite him, there was a woman with a scaly face, spewing faint soot from her nostrils, and whenever she yawned, she had to throw her head toward the ceiling, lest the bed sheets be ignited by the spit out flames.

There is a whimpering man lying on the hospital bed next to him. Without making a sound, he will spit out a bubble from his mouth. At this time, the woman opposite him will pop the bubble with his tail, looking very excited .

The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by floral curtains to give patients and visitors some privacy.

Toby walked by, just as the curtain was thrown back, and out came a hideous old witch in a green gown, moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat evidently adorned with a stuffed vulture.

Behind her followed a sullen little boy with a round face.

"Mrs. Longbottom."

Toby walked up suddenly and said, he deliberately lowered his voice: "There are some things that need you to go to the first floor for extra processing."

"What's the matter?" Madam Longbottom didn't have any doubts, she immediately asked, "Is it related to their couple?"

Toby nodded: "I'm afraid so, madam, please go over as soon as possible."

Mrs. Longbottom was about to leave the ward in a hurry, and she clutched Neville's arm tightly.

"If you don't mind," Toby said behind her, "I can take care of the Longbottoms' children for you, and you'll be back soon anyway."

Mrs. Longbottom thanked her. She asked Neville to stay in the ward obediently, and then left alone.

"call--"

Toby breathed a sigh of relief. He brushed his hair back and showed Neville a big smile: "Fortunately, I pretended to be a therapist in advance. I really have the foresight."

Neville's eyes widened, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

He was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)