a certain scientific harry potter

However, when they were excitedly preparing to go to the night market and passed a certain street in central London, the three of them stopped at the door of a run-down department store by coincidence.

Here, they also found traces of the expulsion spell.

Tao Tao Co., Ltd.

This is an old-fashioned red brick department store with a decayed and deserted appearance. There are only a few cracked dummies in the window facing the street, and they are all wearing clothes from at least ten years ago.

On the dusty gate, there is still a sign of 'Closed for renovation'.

"It never opened..."

A passing traveler muttered softly when he saw the three of Harry stopping here.

Harry heard the comments from passers-by, and at the same time, he suddenly remembered what kind of place this was.

"Isn't this... St. Mungo's?"

That's right, the deserted and dilapidated department store in front of you, which is incompatible with the bustling commercial streets around, is the famous St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness!

Madam Pomfrey talked to Harry before. It is said that the original dean, Mungo Bonham, originally wanted to build the hospital in Diagon Alley, but there was not enough land there; The therapists felt that it was unhygienic, and finally chose the interior of a department store.

Anyway, there are only [-] wizards in the British wizarding world. Even if everyone is sick, such a big place is enough to accommodate them.

"Want to go in and take a look?" Hermione asked Harry with a sudden smile.

"Uh..." Harry hesitated, he had to say, Hermione was really getting to know him better.

He just stayed at St. Mungo's gate for a while, and Hermione had already guessed his mind.

Indeed, he had been longing for an opportunity to come to St. Mungo's and see for himself what was happening to Bertha Jorkins.

It's just that too many things have happened since the beginning of the school year, and Harry didn't dare to leave the school easily, which delayed the trip all the time.

But what troubled him was that he had agreed to go shopping with Hermione and Luna today...

"It's okay, the places that should be visited have already been finished~" Hermione took Harry's hand and persuaded with a smile, "And it's just to have a look, it won't take too long, we can come later Let's go to the night market."

"Let's go together." Luna simply nodded this time, not as 'naughty' as before.

"Okay then... I think, it should go in from here."

Harry brought the two girls to a particularly ugly female dummy, which was wearing a green nylon dress, and even the false eyelashes on its face were about to fall off.

"Hi, we've come to see Bertha Jorkins."

Madam Pomfrey had told Harry how to enter the hospital before, and sure enough, after hearing Harry's intention, the dummy waved at them.

And Harry also keenly felt that the glass window in front of him disappeared, replaced by a hidden passage.

"Let's go."

He held the hands of the two women at the same time, and took a step forward. He felt as if he had passed through a layer of cold water, but emerged from the other side clean and dry.

The windows and dummies I saw before were all gone, and what appeared in front of me was a crowded consulting room, with rows of witches and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs, some of them looked normal, while others had terrible deformities .

For example, the one with an elephant's trunk, and the one with an extra hand on his chest, all of these patients were injured due to spell accidents.

The environment in the consulting room was not much quieter than the previous street, because many patients were making all kinds of strange noises, and some were even crying in pain.

And a group of wizards and wizards in green robes are walking around among the waiting patients. They seem to be asking about their illnesses and recording them on the writing boards in their hands. The crest of the cross, that's the mark of the healer.

"Did they just let the patients wait here?" Hermione asked in bewilderment. "Some people's injuries look really serious."

"The people who are sent here are basically wizards. Under the protection of magic power, they can barely persist." Harry explained softly, and pointed to the healers who were registering, "And those healers should have After confirming the injury, it is estimated that the patient will be sent to the corresponding ward soon."

But just as Harry was explaining, a series of howls suddenly sounded.

"It's... the shoe my brother gave me! Ah! It's biting my foot, look here... there must be some kind of magic spell on it... I, I can't take it off!"

It was a wretched wizard, who was now hopping from foot to foot, as if he were dancing on a red-hot iron.

"The shoes didn't hinder your reading, did they?" A blond witch sitting at the information desk impatiently pointed to the sign beside her, "Go to the Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor, next one!"

The wizard limped and jumped aside, and the three of Harry noticed the sign pointed by the witch.

St. Mungo's Hospital still has a very detailed classification of diseases, such as utensil accidents, biological injuries, chemical and plant poisoning, etc., all of which are divided into different floors.

Among them, what Harry was most interested in was definitely the third floor——Department of Strange Bacteria and Infection. The therapists in this department seemed to be able to treat dragon pox. Harry had always been curious about their treatment methods.

At the bottom of the sign, everyone also read a line of reminder: If you don't know which subject to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionist is willing to help.

"They said they could help, but that witch's attitude just now was so bad..." Hermione shrugged slightly, apparently feeling uncomfortable with the other's attitude, "Dad and Mom wouldn't talk to patients in such a tone. "

"I think it's already very good. This is probably the only place where I think the wizarding world is better than the world of ordinary people in England."

Unlike Hermione's accusations, Harry felt that the place was not bad.

"Hermione, our family runs a private clinic. If it were an ordinary public hospital, it might not be as good as St. Mungo's here."

Chapter 670 Consultation Room Reception, A Little Gossip

In other words, Harry, who was born as a medical worker, must have a say in medical care—especially public medical care.

To be fair, when it comes to curing diseases and saving lives, the moon in foreign countries may not be as round as that in China.

If it was in the era of his previous life, comparing public medical care, medical technology and so on are really similar.

But what is the biggest feature of the public medical system in foreign countries... It is not free medical treatment with insurance, but an appointment and then waiting.

If you choose a public hospital to see a doctor in England or other similar western countries, you basically rely on self-healing for minor illnesses and luck for serious illnesses.

In a word, only if one's life is hard enough, one can barely wait until the doctor who makes an appointment to see a doctor.

Can't wait, then can't wait...

So in comparison, St. Mungo's can at least allow patients to wait for a doctor, and there are full-time therapists to inquire about the condition in advance, which is already quite good treatment.

But seeing Hermione and Luna frowning all the time, Harry couldn't bear to let the wizard continue to scream like this, so he stopped the unlucky guy who was about to jump all the way to the fifth floor with his big feet, and took out his wand to point at the haunted one. The boot casts an expansive spell.

A flash of light flashed, and the biting shoe suddenly expanded to more than five times its original size.

But when it was unwilling to bite the wizard's foot again, Harry, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, cast another launch spell, directly blasting it into the trash can at the end of the corridor like a cannonball.

"Ah? You are..."

"do not move!"

The injured wizard froze for a moment, but Harry's low shout stunned him to the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Harry immediately cleaned the wound, sprinkled the wound medicine and cast a healing magic at the same time, and finally summoned a bandage to help him finish the bandage easily.

The whole process took less than a minute, and the wizard didn't even realize that his feet had been wrapped like zongzi.

"What... what did you do to me just now?" He seemed to be frightened, and asked a little tremblingly.

"You guys, hurry up and check on his condition!" At this time, the blond witch who was in charge of the reception also noticed something strange, and hurriedly called the therapist in the consulting room to check the wizard's injuries.

At the same time, she couldn't help glaring at Harry: "Where are you little wizards from? Why are you making trouble here? Do you know that patients here must be diagnosed by professional therapists. Dangerous!!"

"Sorry, but he barked really too loudly just now." Harry nodded apologetically, and at the same time explained politely, "And in my opinion, he was simply caught by the shoe that cast the Bite Curse." It's just a bite, as long as you take off the shoes, he will be fine."

"It's true, this patient has been cured, and the medicine he used is very advanced!" one of the therapists who were examining loudly shouted.

"Who the hell are you?" The blonde witch's tone softened a little. She was just too anxious just now, but seeing that Harry really cured the patient, she naturally stopped targeting him.

"Harry, isn't this Harry? I didn't expect you to come here!" At this moment, a painting on the wall in the corridor suddenly spoke.

It was a witch with long, curly silver hair, whom Harry just so happened to know.

"Hi, Headmaster Deventer, nice to meet you outside of school." Harry greeted the portrait with a smile.

The other party was Dai Lisi Deventer, a famous therapist in the [-]th century and also a headmaster of Hogwarts. When Harry was brewing Veritaserum, the other party also took the initiative to give him advice.

"It's the same with you, you will attract attention wherever you go." Principal Derwent winked at Harry, and then turned to the blonde witch, "Don't worry, Harry has not obtained the corresponding qualification certificate, but he is He passed the Potions OWL exam in the third grade. And Poppy also said that Harry is an excellent therapist, especially good at dealing with various acute physical trauma."

"Poppy Pomfrey from Hogwarts? So..." The blond witch looked carefully at Harry, and then suddenly showed a surprised expression, "You are Harry Granger?!"

As soon as this name was uttered, not only the blonde witch, but also everyone in the emergency room were stunned.

"It's me. We've come to see Bertha Jorkins."

Taking advantage of the other party's astonishment, Harry hurriedly expressed his intention.

If they waited for them to react, they would probably have to drag themselves to ask questions again, and I don't know how much time it would take.

"You mean Bertha Jorkins?" The blond witch froze for a moment, and hurriedly began to check the medical records in her hand, "I found it! She was sent in in August, but has now been transferred to the 49th floor on the fifth floor. Ward No., the Janus Sitch Ward..."

"Why is it there?" Harry was taken aback when he heard the words, "Aren't all the patients living there are permanently injured by spells?"

"She wasn't there..." The blond witch looked around and whispered to Harry, "I heard that when the Ministry of Magic first sent her here, it also ordered her to be cured, but They sent us a self-handling official letter after discovering that she had suffered a severe Amnesiac Charm and almost lost her memory. And since about the beginning of October, no one has seen her again..."

"I see, thanks."

Harry understood what he said, and after thanking the gossiping receptionist, he took the two girls up to the fifth floor.

Need to be more straightforward, the Ministry of Magic just decided that Bertha Jorkins was no longer useful and could not get any useful information from her mind, so they gave up on her.

The only information that Bertha Jorkins could divulge to Voldemort was the Triwizard Tournament. In addition, she might know who the Death Eater who rescued Voldemort was.

However, at the beginning of October, there was a large-scale jailbreak in Azkaban. The Ministry of Magic knew which Death Eaters had returned to Voldemort. In their view, the original one was no longer important. , and of course no one will come to visit Bertha Jorkins.

It should be said that today's Ministry of Magic really clearly engraved its interests on its face... By the way, it also engraved the word 'wisdom' next to 'Liling'.

Whether it is the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore, Voldemort may be the only thing they worry about, but for Harry... the Death Eater who has been fighting openly and secretly with him is the most dangerous enemy at the moment!

...

"Hello, I want to visit Broderick Bird." Harry just left, when an old wizard in a black robe entered the consulting room again.

"He also went to Ward 49?" The blond witch raised her eyebrows, "But I think you are wasting your time, he is still foolishly treating himself as a teapot. Next... wait, what you are holding in your arms is What?"

The blond witch wanted to let him go, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a potted plant in the arms of the old wizard.

"A pot of crab claw orchids is a gift from me to old Bode." The old wizard explained in a hoarse voice.

"You'd better have it checked out by the head therapist, Ms. Merriam Straw."

"I will." The old wizard nodded and walked up the stairs slowly.

Just now, the blond witch's unintentional words actually made him very concerned.

Besides him, is there anyone else visiting Ward 49 today?

Chapter 670 In the permanent injury ward

The fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital is the Spell Injury Department, which is mainly responsible for the treatment of poisonous curses, curses, and wrong spells that cannot be removed.

And No. 49, where Harry is going, which is the Janus Sitch ward, is a closed ward in which all patients whose brains have suffered permanent spell damage live.

For example, Harry knew that Gilderoy Lockhart, his former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, seemed to be sent here directly after he was released from Azkaban.

And once he lives here, he can only accept monotonous intensive treatment day after day, and he can only resign himself to fate as to whether he can be cured or not.

However, Hermione was a little confused about the name of this ward.

"Janus Sich... why did you name it after this guy?"

Hermione, who has read "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", is naturally no stranger to the name Janus Sitch.

He once appeared in the introduction of Voldebat. In 1973, the British wizard pretended to be eaten by Voldebat, and even left a forged last note on the bedside table. His 'death' also made him His wife and children were very sad.

But when the truth came out, people discovered that he was just hiding in a tavern only five miles away from his home, and he was having a private meeting with the female boss there.

So Hermione really couldn't figure out why this ward was named after this scumbag who faked his death and abandoned his wife and son.

"I think St. Mungo's probably meant to say...all the guys who cheat on their wives deserve to die?"

Luna expressed her thoughts leisurely, but stared straight at Harry with a pair of big eyes, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the latter.

"No...you explain it, explain it, what are you looking at me for?" Harry pleaded cautiously, "I never lied to you..."

"Didn't you cheat?" Luna raised her eyebrows noncommittally.

"Us?" Hermione's expression immediately changed from cloudy to overcast.

"Ah..." Harry, who was completely at a loss for words at this time, felt that one of his feet had already hung out of the steel wire.

The regret in his heart now, he was fine just now, why did he bother to make that kind of trouble?

Sigh... If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been so impulsive at the end of the school year, crushing the time-turner in front of everyone.