Homecoming from Hogwarts

Apparition was not allowed into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but today this exception was broken.

All routine patients were transferred to public wards for centralized care.

A large number of vacant independent wards were all arranged to accommodate the wounded who were evacuated from the battlefield in an endless stream.

It was not until Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George, who had passed the Apparition test last year, brought Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny to the lobby of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries that they realized why the Ministry had sent a special letter to inform them to come and take care of the baby.

In sight, almost every healer and nurse wearing the dark green uniform of St. Mungo's was running around with panic-stricken looks on their faces!

boom!
“Hurry, hurry!”

Harry and the others who had just appeared in the crowded hall had not yet recovered from the horrific sight of blood all over the floor when a soaked striker suddenly appeared beside them, supporting a wounded man.

Hermione and Ginny screamed immediately.

The moment Harry's eyes fell on the wounded man, he immediately felt a cold big hand roughly piercing through his chest and squeezing his heart. The chill rising from his tailbone rushed straight to his forehead, making the hairs all over his body explode.

Half of the wounded man's face was burnt, revealing the burnt red muscle tissue. There was an 'X' shaped, shocking scar on his chest!
Moreover, this is not just a simple cut.

The trickling blood from the wound was constantly emitting tiny bubbles, as if it was boiling!
Two witches rushed down from upstairs. Harry looked at them, his expression changing subtly.

"Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey?"

Harry's lips moved.

"Why are you here?"

The two Hogwarts faculty members had lost their respectable attire in school, and both of them were covered in blood.

Professor McGonagall's hair, which was usually neatly combed, was now disheveled and resting on half of her face, but she had no time to wipe it.

"Oh, Potter?"

Professor McGonagall didn't notice them until they got closer, but she just glanced at them and ignored them. Instead, she used her wand to conjure up a stretcher and, together with the striker who had arrived, put the wounded on the stretcher.

"Can he live? Tell me, can he live?"

It was hard to tell whether the water running down the striker's face was tears or rain dripping from his hair. His face was filled with grief, and he looked pleadingly at Madam Pomfrey, who was crawling on a stretcher in an undignified manner and constantly waving her wand to control the splitting of her wound.

Then, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey quickly climbed the stairs and left.

Harry saw that the stretcher left a 'river of blood' where it passed.

"asshole!"

The striker who brought in the wounded let out a loud roar of grief and anger, then he Disapparated again.

Harry knew what he was going to do without being reminded!

Wailing, crying, cursing, begging, urging
The various states of being of all kinds were presented so directly and unreservedly in front of the children, making them tremble!
Harry looked at Hermione and Ginny blankly. Both girls were already in tears.

He suddenly felt his face getting wet. Harry raised his hand and brushed his cheek with his fingertips. A drop of crystal tear stuck to his fingertips, and he trembled slightly.
"help me"

After another crisp cry, a seriously injured wizard suddenly appeared at Ron's feet, scaring Ron so much that he stepped back and sat down on the ground.

The wizard was wearing a tattered black cloak, as if he was wrapped in a fishing net full of sharp blades. There were several inches long cuts all over his body, making him a bloody man!
But, he is still alive.

The strong desire to survive supported him as he crawled hard on the ground. He stretched out a bloody hand, trying to grab the chance to survive!

"Rozier"

Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley's voice came to Harry's ears.

"Evan Rozier"

Harry stared at Mrs. Weasley's dazed face and heard her mumbling voice.

Evan Rozier. What does that mean?
Who was he, a friend of Mrs. Weasley?

Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through Harry's mind. He turned his head sharply to look at the wizard crawling on the ground. Sure enough, he saw a faint skull pattern in the gap between the torn sleeves!
A healer who was getting a magic potion discovered Evan Rosier. Without saying a word, she waved her wand to make Rosier float up, and was about to take him upstairs for treatment.

"and many more!"

Harry let out an unexpected roar and rushed towards the healer.

"What is it, kid? Do you want to find your relatives? I'm afraid I don't have the time!"

The middle-aged female therapist turned around and looked at Harry, her tone urgent.

Half of the name tag on the middle-aged witch's chest was blocked by blood stains, and the other half was engraved with "Fli".

"He's a Death Eater!" Harry pointed at Evan Rosier's arm with the Dark Mark exposed and said gritting his teeth, as if this explained everything.

"Oh!"

The female therapist named Foley was indeed surprised. She nodded at Harry.
"Thanks for the reminder, kid."

As she said that, she was going to take Evan Rozier for treatment.

"He's a Death Eater!"

Harry was very anxious and called out again in confusion.

"I know--"

Foley gave Harry a wan smile.
"But isn't the biggest difference between us and the Death Eaters that we respect life? Here, he is just a wounded person who needs help.

As for trying him, that is for the Ministry of Magic to do."

Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching the female therapist disappear around the corner with a confused look on his face.

"Woo!"

The desperate and mournful cry that reached his ears made Harry turn his head.

Mrs. Weasley had already squeezed over to the information desk, looking for Mr. Weasley's ward.

Next to a large group of people at the information desk, there was a witch sitting on the ground with her back against the wall, crying sadly. She covered her face with one hand and held a little girl who was only two or three years old in the other hand.

The mother's sadness infected the little girl. Although she was too young to know what was happening, she also started to cry shrilly.

Harry didn't want to think about what had happened to this lady. He just stared at the mother and daughter.

"I found it!"

Mrs. Weasley pushed her way out of the crowd.
"He's on the third floor!"

Mrs. Weasley and her children, including Ron, had no time to care about what kind of mental journey Harry was going through. They all swarmed to the stairs and rushed to climb the stairs.

"Come on, Harry, you can't help her—"

Hermione held Harry's arm, looking sad.

Harry was dragged upstairs by Hermione, but he kept his head on the mother and daughter until they were out of sight.

There were many people going up and down the stairs. Hermione and Harry climbed up to the third floor with difficulty. When they walked out of the stairs, a row of stretchers covered with cloth parked against the wall once again gave Harry and Hermione a heavy blow!
Will Sirius be in there?
This thought popped up in Harry's mind irresistibly.

But then, he shook his head violently, his thoughts seemed to be burned.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Sirius would never do that, otherwise the Ministry would definitely inform him!

The noise in his ears seemed to be stripped away, and the only voice in the whole world seemed to be the voice of himself convincing himself!

"Sorry, I can only use crutches."

When passing an emergency ward, Harry heard Professor McGonagall's voice again. He and Hermione stopped and looked towards the ward.

"Well, it's not too bad."

Said the dark-skinned wizard lying on the bed.

It's Kingsley!
Tears welled up in Hermione's pure pupils again.

But Harry was more focused on Madam Pomfrey, who was bandaging Kingsley's broken leg.

What about the wounded man who was just sent in from downstairs?

Is he okay?
Harry wanted to ask Madam Pomfrey, but after moving his lips, he still didn't have the courage to ask the question.

The two of them walked through a few more wards and finally saw the Weasley family.

Mrs. Weasley sat beside the bed, sobbing, while several children stood behind her, facing Mr. Weasley on the bed. Harry and Hermione standing at the door could not see their expressions clearly.

"Don't cry. It's okay--"

Mr. Weasley raised his hand with difficulty and touched Mrs. Weasley's cheek. His whole body was wrapped in bandages, so his face and injuries could not be seen clearly.

"It's me at last - Gideon and Fabian will be relieved." (End of this chapter)