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

When Victor Jr followed on to the first floor of St. Mungo, he was immediately taken aback by the busy scene inside—seriously, he had never seen so many strange patients.

That's right, there are patients who dance non-stop, cry patients, and even patients with colored mushrooms on their heads and bubbles in their mouths.

Of course, due to a lot of chaos outside, the most injured people in this waiting room at present are monsters like Freina and Kingsley.

When Victor Little heard the noise of "borrowed" and "let let" beside him, he took two steps forward subconsciously, so as not to block the few who were carrying the wounded with door panels.

And then, carrying Freina on his back, glancing back and forth in the waiting room, he soon found the sign standing on the side of the waiting bench:

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

A striking red arrow was drawn under that sign, pointing directly at the information desk on the other side of the waiting room.

Victor jerked, and was about to go there to ask-although he saw that Sirius had already carried Kingsley back to the stairs, but Freina's symptoms were obviously different from each other, so he asked Good.

But he hadn't taken a few steps there, Sirius, already on the stairs, suddenly shouted at him.

"Come here! You, like me, should go to the fifth floor!"

Little Victor heard that he hesitated to look at the blonde witch behind the counter over there, and then fled Frena toward the stairs.

Before stepping up the stairs, he also looked at the floor office diagram hanging on the wall by the way.

"Fifth floor ... 'The Charm Injury Section'?"

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

To be honest, Freina's is not tall, but it still belongs to a slightly weaker kind. But Victor Jr. looked fat, but he was all fat.

For him, climbing a fifth floor by himself is a little harder.

"Huh ... huh ... huh ..."

After only one and a half floors, Victor Jr had to stop and take a breath. While panting, he looked exhaustedly upstairs, then shook his head helplessly.

As for Sirius, it would be nice for the guy to remind him that it is impossible to stop and wait for him. At this moment, I guess I have long gone to see the therapist carrying Kingsley.

"When the child grew up, she never carried her back and wondered if she was so heavy ..."

As soon as he thought of his child who was about to become an adult, Victor Jr. became more worried about his family, but it also seemed to give him more power.

But seeing that he took a quick breath and adjusted Frena's posture behind her, just wanting to continue going up.

But at that moment, the broomstick, which he used as a backrest, rolled in his hand, which brought him a "good idea".

...

"Brooms are not allowed indoors! Get me down soon—"

Little Victor carried Freina on his back, sitting on the broom horizontally, and fluttered up the stairs sideways.

It's easy to hit people like this, especially today, Saint Mungo is particularly crowded. He flew so fast that many patients immediately bowed their heads to avoid it.

And when a therapist wearing a green robe was startled by him, he immediately scolded after him.

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

"This ... uh, this lady ... I can't climb on the back of the patient, and there are still several floors! You just let it go up ..."

"Then you won't go to get a stretcher first? The floating spell was eaten by you?"

"Oh ... floating, floating spell? Is it as flyable as this broom?"

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

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

"So you are the patient!"

Being able to fly is not the same.

On this staircase full of people, the therapist couldn't catch up with Victor, who was flying above everyone's heads. However, the latter didn't dare to fly too fast in this room, so that the two of you just talked to me all the time.

It wasn't until Victor Jr. finally reached the fifth floor of St. Mungo that he was caught by the therapist's aunt holding the branch behind the broomstick.

"Hey--"

Being dragged by her like this, Victor jerked a moment and almost fell off the broom.

"Wait! The **** my back is injured. I'll be fine after a fall. Don't drop her too."

...

At the same time, Sirius on the other side had long brought Kingsley into the ward.

They are now the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, and Kingsley is the head of the Auror office. In the current crisis, they have the privilege of giving priority to treatment, and they can go directly to the clinic by showing their identification.

At this moment, Kingsley was already lying on the white bed. The gray-black flame was still attached to his shoulder, and the terrible pain made his forehead covered with cold sweat.

Sirius yelled at him again, but Kingsley still had the energy to respond.

"How did Mr. Shaker get hurt?"

On the other side of the bed, the following therapist was frowning, staring suspiciously at the flame on Kingsley's back shoulder.

He found that the flame was very strange, and although he had been caught on the quilt on the bed long ago, it seemed that he had no burning ability at all. Not to mention the quilt, not even Kingsley's clothes were damaged.

"Mr. Poker," Sirius said immediately, "you know, danger is happening outside, and there are many strange creatures that look like dementors attacking wizards and muggles ..."

"You mean, these monster flames were made by those monsters too?" Therapist Polk frowned even tighter when he heard that, "I said, you should go to the biological injury department on the second floor-I was injured by the monster today All the patients are there in Smesuk! "

As he said, he was still thinking:

No wonder this flame is so familiar, it turned out to be seen when passing by on the second floor ward.

Seeing each other, Sirius wanted to take Kingsley to the second floor, and quickly explained:

"No, therapist Polk-although his injuries were from the hands of the monsters, I think it's more like a symptom of a heart-draining spell!"

"Take a closer look. I feel like he's enduring some kind of great pain ..." He said here, pointing at Kingsley's distorted expression, "You know, Auror's advanced training course There is a shallow endurance program with a diamond spell. You should be familiar as a therapist in the magic spell injury department! "

Upon hearing what he said, Polk shook his head immediately.

"Miss Straw has been assigned to send therapists over the years, and I don't know what those people who train with the Heart Spells look like!"

Although he mumbled so much, he looked at Kingsley on the bed again according to Sirius.

Because Kingsley was on his stomach, so he hadn't seen his face just now. But now when I look at it, I find that the expression of the other party is indeed something wrong.

It is natural to suffer pain and suffer pain, but it is not uncommon for a trained Aurora to do the same.

"Well ... what exactly is this flame?"

As a therapist, Polk's medical ethics is actually not high. He works in Saint Mungo for the sole purpose of living.

But no matter what he said, he had just passed the examination and screening before entering the post. He was no worse than other colleagues in terms of level.

But then again, since he can serve in a magic hospital in San Mungo, which has some reputation in the global magic circle, his ability will not be lacking.

"Dream of heart ... wait a minute, I'll get the tools."

Having said that, Sirius watched him hurried to the door again and left the ward in a blink of an eye. Immediately after, another figure appeared at the door.

"Oh! You are here--" "Ka!"

The visitor was Victor Jr. ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He said that he just got rid of the aunt therapist, and found it all along the corridor on the fifth floor.

Just the moment he was about to walk in, the broom lying under Freina's buttocks stuck him outside the door, causing him a nagging, and he almost sat down in the corridor.

"Oh my god, your wizard's hospital is so messy, it's noisy everywhere, I'm a little dizzy ..."

Victor Jr. crossed his body, carried Freina back to the ward, and put herself on the bed next to Kingsley.

When the missing girl was settled, he gasped again after holding the edge of the bed—this trip really exhausted him!

Sirius didn't bother him, but after looking at Flenna more, he lowered his head to evoke Kingsley's name.

But not long afterwards, a voice sounded from the door of the ward.

"Why is there one more?"

Little Victor turned and heard the sound of Polk, who was at the door, busily propped up along the bed.

"Are you a doctor? Come and show her ... she has an accident ..."

"'Doctor'? Do you think I'm like a Muggle murderer who likes to cut open people's belly?" Polk exclaimed. "What do you mean?"

No matter how common sense in the magic world is, Viktor Jr. can see that what he said just now seems to offend the wizard doctor.

However ... Maca and Freina haven't taught him anything about these!

"Oh, don't get angry first ... I mean, you must be a terrific ... uh, Doctor Magic?"

"Get out!"

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