Chapter 1245

"Hermione, it's lunchtime. I just went down and got some mashed potatoes and roast intestines for -"

In fact, the food reserves in San Mungo are still sufficient so far. But the curse can't change real food after all, so it's bound to eat less and less. In addition, with the arrival of the support team of the international wizard Federation, the daily food consumption naturally increases a lot.

Therefore, in order to avoid the premature arrival of food shortage, the hospital decided to implement planned rationing as soon as possible.

Ron took out one of the lunch boxes he had just picked up and handed it to Hermione. He said casually:

"... starting from this meal, the members of the support team of the Federation are allocated three-quarters of the amount according to the standard of a meal formulated for the injured and wounded, while the refugees like us and the medical staff in the hospital are one-half."

"There are only half of the medical staff?" Ginny frowned when she heard the speech. "They work so hard to treat patients. How can they... Who made this decision?"

But Ron just shrugged and said:

"It's the rules set by the Dean, and I heard that he has only half himself."

"Oh, this --"

As Ginny showed an unforgettable expression, Ron continued:

"In short, that's it... In fact, except for the patients, everyone has to get their own meals. But when I went, I found that they had prepared our share in advance -"

"... Ron."

As soon as he finished, he heard Hermione call him, who had opened the lunch box.

Ron turned his head when he heard it.

"What's the matter?"

"This is half the quantity?"

"It's impossible," said Fred, who came to one side and looked at half a box of mashed potatoes and two roasted intestines.

"It looks like a full meal," George added.

When they said so, everyone present couldn't help looking at each other.

There is no doubt that this is absolutely because Marka, Harry and Neville are fighting outside... No, it should be mainly because they have a very close relationship with Marka.

"Ron, go back half way," Ginny couldn't help shaking her head. "If Marca and them were here, it would be all right to give them a full meal... Even more, but we certainly shouldn't be treated like this."

"Ah, huh!" Ron nodded as he heard the speech. "OK, I'll go now -"

He was about to put down his pocket and take out half of it, but just then Hermione, who had been silent since just now, suddenly said:

"No, I think we have to accept this favor."

"Hermione?"

Ginny was obviously very puzzled. But she also knew that Hermione would never make any selfish decisions, so she planned to listen to the other party's explanation first.

Sure enough, Hermione soon continued:

"I know you may be confused, but we do have to accept them... Because only in this way can Mr. boense, the dean of St. Mungo, feel a little relieved."

"You mean..." Ron thought, "to tie Marca?"

"Well... I don't think I can say that completely," said Hermione. "I've known Dean Boehner. Generally speaking, he should be a respected therapist. However, he is now the dean of St. Mungo, and he needs to be responsible for all the asylum seekers and staff here."

"Do you remember that halebo has been to San Mungo more than once - Mr. Boehner must have seen halebo's terrible strength. So he must know that if halebo comes again next time and Maka is not there, the support team of the Federation alone can't resist it."

At this point, Hermione paused a little before continuing:

"I think Mr. Boehner actually wants to give Maka a favor directly, but Maka obviously doesn't need any benefits. Therefore, he chose us next."

Hearing this, Ginny finally nodded clearly.

"So..." she thought, "if we refuse, he won't be down-to-earth?"

Boehner was originally just a very excellent therapist. He became the president of St. Mungo's magic hospital because of his high popularity.

If he is fine on weekdays, although it is hard to manage the hospital every day, he is barely competent. But now, disaster after disaster has turned St. Mungo into a temporary refuge, and his burden is increasing.

To be honest, these catastrophes have made him feel a little exhausted.

Therefore, Boehner is careful in what he does now. He not only often does it himself and regains the duty of a therapist to check and treat the patients in person, but also makes detailed arrangements for the large and small affairs of St. Mungo as much as possible.

Including the new regulations on food distribution, he also studied them in advance in order to prepare for a rainy day.

Obviously, he was afraid that all the people in St. mangone would be in danger because of his negligence - he really couldn't afford such a major crime!

"Well... So I'm afraid we have to accept this' kindness', even if it's just to reassure Dean Boehner."

Hermione nodded:

"Seriously, if it hadn't been... If Luna hadn't let me understand that sometimes it's important to honestly accept gifts from others, I might not have thought of it today."

As she spoke, she picked up her fork, dug some mashed potatoes, stuffed them into her mouth, and tasted them carefully - she only felt that the faint saltiness spread gently between her tongue, and somehow there was a little more heavy.

"But..." Hermione paused and suddenly added, "it's not easy to accept gifts silently like this!"

Although she has thought about the truth very thoroughly, it is, after all, a special treatment equal to that of the injured.

When other asylum seekers, even the busy medical staff, can only use half a meal, they can enjoy double food without doing anything... This is undoubtedly a burden.

"Eat!" Hermione looked at Luna in bed. "When we're full, we'll help St. Mungo's therapists take care of the patients as we did last time... I think it should make Mr. Boehner more at ease."

"OK!"

"That's it!"

As Fred and George spoke, they also took the lunch box from Ron's pocket and ate it quickly with his wife.

Unexpectedly, before everyone finished eating, a knock on the door rang from the door of the ward.

"Coming... I'll open the door."

Ron motioned to everyone to continue. He ran to open the door with his lunch box. He found that the person standing outside the door was dean Boehner they had just talked about.

Oh, it's not very surprising that he might choose to come here to have a look.

"Dean? Please, come in -"

"Are you all having dinner? Sorry, I may have disturbed you at this time!"

Bonser, whose temples are slightly gray, is wearing the same green uniform robe as other therapists. The hem and sleeves are stained with permanent stains left by special drugs. But apart from the spots that couldn't be removed, his robe still looked very clean.

Now when he came in from the outside, he had a kind smile on his face and looked good in spirit. But the fatigue hidden in his eyes was too thick to hide.

Needless to say, he must have taken the magic medicine for refreshing, and he may not have slept at all these two days.

"No, why bother!" Percy, who was so polite when he opened his mouth and stood by the window for dinner, immediately said, "Mr. Boehner, if you have anything to say... In fact, we're going to help out when we're full!"

"Oh, how can this work... No, don't bother you!" boonserton waved his hand again and again. "In fact, there are enough people in the hospital. After all, so far, the injuries who come to take refuge are mainly trauma, and the treatment is not complicated. We have stepped up our work these two days, and most of the injured have recovered!"

While talking, he pretended to look at the lunch boxes in everyone's hands. When he saw that everyone was eating a full lunch, the smile on his face obviously became more than at the beginning.

"By the way, I heard that someone was injured outside before, and Mr. McLean personally sent someone up... It's miss Lovegood, isn't it?" Boehner said now. "Of course, with Mr. McLean, the patient's treatment must be no problem, so I'm just visiting her this time!"

In fact, Boehner's remark is more of an excuse, because he mainly comes to see if Hermione and others have accepted the "favor" arranged by him.

But when he said this, everyone's mood suddenly became a little low - especially Hermione, who knew more about Luna than her other partners who only knew that Luna was seriously injured and didn't wake up.

When the crowd could not help but stop one by one, Boehner, who looked down on the hospital bed, gradually changed his expression from relaxed to confused, and then from confused to stunned.

Soon, he saw his mouth half open and hesitated for a moment before frowning slightly and saying:

"Miss Lovegood, this is --"

Boehner was really surprised, because he gradually found that Luna in the hospital bed looked unharmed, but it was obvious that she had stopped breathing.

But even so, she was still lying in the hospital bed and no one moved her.

Are you dead? Still alive... For a while, Boehner, a senior therapist, was a little uncertain. After all, he knew Maka's superb treatment level.

"Don't worry," Hermione whispered suddenly. "Luna just can't wake up for the time being... That's what Maka said."