Chapter 925

"Let's all hurry to let... Oh, this unlucky guy looks like he's lost his soul!"

When little Victor followed him to the first floor of San Mungo, he was immediately jumped by the busy scene inside - seriously, he had never seen so many strange patients.

Yes, there are patients who keep dancing, patients who cry, and even patients with colored mushrooms on their heads and bubbles in their mouths.

Of course, due to a lot of chaos outside, the largest number of patients in the waiting room are still victims of monster attacks such as freina and Kingsley.

When little Victor heard the noise of "passing by" and "letting go", he subconsciously took two steps forward to avoid blocking the wounded carried by the door panel.

Then he took freina on his back and glanced back in the waiting room. He soon found the sign standing next to the waiting bench:

"If you don't know which department to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionist is willing to help!"

There is also a striking red arrow under the sign, pointing directly to the information desk at the other end of the waiting room.

Little Victor was stunned and wanted to go there to ask clearly - although he saw that Sirius had carried Kingsley to the stairs, freina's symptoms were obviously different from each other, so he'd better ask.

But before he took a few steps there, Sirius, who had already climbed the stairs, shouted here.

"Come directly! Like me, you should go to the fifth floor!"

Little Victor hesitated to look at the blonde witch behind the information counter over there. Then he rushed to the stairs with freina on his back.

Before climbing the stairs, he also looked at the schematic diagram of the floor department hung on the wall.

"Fifth floor... 'curse damage department'?"

With his superficial knowledge of magic, he didn't know that it was wrong. So he just glanced out of habit and kept walking up the stairs.

To tell the truth, freina's stature is not high. It is reasonable to say that she belongs to the slightly thin one. But although little Victor looked big and thick, he was puffy.

For him, it was a little difficult to climb the fifth floor on his back.

"Hoo... Hoo... Hoo..."

After climbing one and a half floors, little Victor had to stop to take a breath. While gasping for breath, he looked upstairs quite exhausted, and then shook his head helplessly.

As for Sirius, it's good for the guy to remind him. Naturally, it's impossible to stop and wait for him. By now, it is estimated that Kingsley has gone to the therapist behind his back.

"The child has never carried her back since he grew up. I don't know if she is so heavy..."

Little Victor became more and more worried about his family when he thought of his coming of age child, but it seemed to bring him more strength.

But he immediately took a deep breath, adjusted the posture of freina behind him, and was trying to continue to go up.

But at that moment, the broom handle, which he regarded as a back frame, rolled in his hand, which brought him a "good idea".

……

"Brooms are not allowed indoors! Come down quickly -"

Little Victor had freina on his back, and he sat across the broom, leaning sideways and flying up the stairs.

Naturally, it's easy to bump into people, especially today, San Mungo is very crowded. He flew so fast that many patients bowed their heads to avoid him.

When a therapist in a green robe was startled by him, he immediately followed him and shouted at him.

However, little Victor didn't want to stop at all.

"This... Er, this lady... I can't climb with the patient on my back. There are still several floors! Let me go up like this..."

"Won't you get a stretcher first? You ate the floating spell?"

"Oh... Floating, floating spell? Can you fly like this broom?"

"Don't know the floating spell? What are you talking about? You think you're a Muggle!"

"Ah! Yes... I really seem to be that... 'Muggle'? Yes, someone told me..."

"So you are the patient!"

It's different to be able to fly.

On the stairs full of people, the therapist couldn't catch up with little Victor flying over everyone's heads. However, the latter didn't dare to fly too fast in this room, so that they just talked with you all the way.

Until little Victor finally came to the fifth floor of St. Mungo, he was grabbed by the therapist's aunt by the branch behind the broom.

"Hey --"

Being pulled by her, little Victor shook suddenly and almost fell off the broom.

"Wait! The girl on my back is hurt. I'll be fine if I fall. Don't fall her, too."

……

Meanwhile, Sirius on the other side had already brought Kingsley into the ward.

They are now Auror of the Ministry of magic, and Kingsley is the chief of Auror's office. In the current crisis, they have the privilege of giving priority to treatment. They can go directly to the clinic with their ID cards on display.

At the moment, Kingsley was lying on the white hospital bed. The gray black flame still hung on his shoulder, and the terrible pain filled his forehead with cold sweat.

Sirius shouted to him again, but Kingsley didn't have the energy to respond.

"How did Mr. schacker get hurt?"

On the other side of the hospital bed, the therapist who followed him was frowning and staring hesitantly at the flame on Kingsley's back shoulder.

He found that the flame was very strange. Although it had rubbed against the quilt on the hospital bed, it seemed that it had no burning ability at all. Let alone the quilt, even Kingsley's clothes were not damaged at all.

"Mr. pork," Sirius said immediately, "you know, there is danger outside. There are many strange creatures that look like Dementors attacking wizards and Muggles everywhere..."

"You mean, those monsters also made the magic flame?" the therapist pork frowned more tightly when he heard it. "I said, you should go to the biological injury Department on the second floor - all the patients injured by monsters today are at smeszyk!"

As he spoke, he was still thinking:

No wonder the flame looks so familiar. I saw it when I passed by the ward on the second floor.

When Sirius saw each other, he wanted to take Kingsley to the second floor and quickly explained:

"No, no, pork healer - although his injury came from those monsters, I think it's more like a symptom of the heart drilling curse!"

"Take a closer look, I think he seems to be suffering from some kind of great pain..." he said, pointing to Kingsley's distorted expression, "you know, Auror's advanced training course has the shallow endurance project of heart drilling curse. As a therapist in the magic spell injury department, you should be very familiar with it!"

Pork shook his head at this remark.

"Ms. straw has been sending therapists all these years. I don't know what those people who train with the drill heart mantra look like!"

Although he murmured, he looked at Kingsley in bed again according to Sirius.

Because Kingsley was on his stomach, he didn't see his face just now. But now when I look, I find that there is something wrong with each other's look.

It's natural to be hurt and suffer pain, but it's not very common for a trained Auror to suffer such pain.

"Tut... What kind of flame is this?"

As a therapist, pork's medical ethics is not high. He works in San Mungo purely for life.

In any case, he is a serious person who has passed the examination and screening before entering the post. In terms of level, he will never be much worse than other colleagues.

But then again, since he can work in St. Mungo, a famous magic hospital in the world of magic, his ability will not be lacking.

"Heart drilling mantra... Wait a minute, I'll get the tools."

With that, Sirius looked at him and hurried to the door. In the twinkling of an eye, he left the ward. And immediately after, another figure appeared at the door.

"Oh! There you are --" Ka! "

The visitor was little victor. He got rid of the therapist's mother after all, and then found it one by one along the corridor on the fifth floor.

Just when he was about to go in, the broom under freina's ass stuck him outside the door, causing him to stagger and almost sit down in the corridor.

"My God! Your wizard's hospital is so chaotic. It's noisy everywhere. I feel a little dizzy..."

Little Victor crossed his body, carried freina to the ward, and then talked to himself and put her on the hospital bed next to Kingsley.

When the girl who was still absent-minded was settled, he held the edge of the bed and gasped again - this trip really tired him out!

Sirius didn't care about him. After looking at freina more, he began to lower his head and evoke Kingsley's name.

But before long, a voice sounded from the door of the ward again.

"Why is there another one?"

Little Victor looked back at the sound. When he saw pork at the door, he hurriedly propped up along the bed and straightened up.

"Are you a doctor? Come and show her... Something happened to her..."

"Doctor"? Do you think I'm like Muggle killers who like to cut open people's stomachs? "Pork shouted." what do you mean? "

No matter how he didn't understand the common sense of the magical world, little Victor could see that what he had just said seemed to offend the wizard doctor.

But... Marca and freina didn't teach him anything about it!

"Oh, don't be angry... I mean, you must be a great... Er, magic doctor?"

"Get out!"