Chapter 942: San Mungo Refuge

This calamity, which belongs to London only, has been restored to urban buildings with the help of the curse until the early morning of the next day, not to mention that there are still a large number of residents who need to make memory corrections.
Overnight, the citizens were still immersed in the joy of the rest of the life after the disaster, but did not know that the soldiers were leading them to clear the level of memory.
After they line up through the temporary tent, they will unknowingly forget this bad experience, and will never remember any "monster" or "magic".
Although it is definitely not a bad thing for them, but ...
Seeing that they were coming out from behind the tent, their faces were full of doubts, but Maca, as a bystander, could not help feeling a strange sense of disobedience.
The work of clearing memories lasted a long time, and even after the wizards of the International Federation of Wizards joined in, it still took a long time to complete.
However, since the soldiers responsible for maintaining order also need to adjust their memory later, they probably have to continue for a while!
"Maca, you haven't eaten for a day and a night, right? Come and eat ..."
The first-floor lobby of San Mungo has completely become a temporary refuge camp. In addition to helping the city repair the city during this time, Maca has basically been here to help treat injuries.
For those dark creatures that look like dementors, he provided a more correct treatment direction for the therapists of St. Mungo. To be honest, this is really a big help for everyone.
At this moment, Maca was sitting in the corner of the crowded hall, removing the last part of the fire poison for a wizard wounded by that weird black flame.
As for Kingsley, who has also endured this flame burning the soul, it has now entered the normal recovery phase.
Unfortunately, a large part of the wounded were directly devoured by the monster, even if he was injured, there was nothing he could do.
Nothing could be done except to watch the part who was clearly breathing and waiting to die.
"It's okay, I already drank the potion ... you can just eat it!"
Gently twitching his fingers, the bandages filled with nourishing potions flew around the wounded leg, and finally knotted delicately, before turning back to look at Hermione who came to him.
"London's buildings and roads have been restored this morning, and you should all go home soon! Hmm ... to those who live in downtown London, I suggest moving with your family to live elsewhere for a while day……"
Speaking of which, he shrugged again.
"Including your home."
"I ..." Hermione pursed her lips, paused, "Well ... what about you?"
"I?"
As Maca packs up the potion bottle she has put on the spot, she says:
"You know, Scrimgeour and Akinabad still need my help-although they have done their best this time, even the Queen and the British government are fully assisting, but such a big movement has always been It cannot be completely hidden. "
Their concealment was temporary, and even this "temporary" was the valuable time that was previously made up with the power of Maca.
Then, they should use this short time to cover up the facts as obscurely as possible.
"Rumors must be inevitable," Hermione listened, and couldn't help thinking about Maca's thoughts. "Looking at various official and unofficial explanations, isn't it enough to control the public audiovisual?
Maca shook her head, then stood up and patted the robe's hem, and said casually:
"It's not enough to just" explain "... I have asked President Akinbad to spread some of the facts. Of course, it was mixed up with a bunch of similar statements!"
Either way, the whole of London has been restored. And now that everything has recovered, the so-called "truths" will easily break through, and the unknowing Muggles will only talk about it as an exaggerated story.
Sometimes this is true and false, who can tell?
"Well, I should go upstairs to see Mrs. Longbottom ..." Suspending the topic for a moment, Maca gave Hermione a slightly regretful smile, "I hope the old lady can survive it Otherwise, I'm afraid Neville won't be able to sustain it ... it's rare that he has performed so well this time! "
Neville and Sirius left San Mungo at the time, and his actions were undoubtedly puzzling to most people.
But Maca could understand to some extent that Neville, who had found the courage, was using her own way ... No, she was praying for the injured grandmother in the way of the Long Barton family.
After that, Maca also saw the mighty silver lion on the street. When he knew that it was Neville's patron saint, he couldn't help feeling a secret secret.
Like the boy referred to by prophecy, Neville was so inconspicuous most of the time, but in any case, he proved himself with his own efforts and courage.
A patron saint like the Gryffindor is enough to explain a lot.
...
A moment later, the fifth floor's curse hurt the ward.
"Maca, you are here."
As soon as he arrived at the door of the room, Sirius, who was sitting at the end of Kingsley's bed, greeted him, and Kingsley, who was half-lying on the bed, smiled slightly reluctantly.
"Don't laugh, you're laughing much better now than crying."
Maca waved her hand, and after turning a corner, she headed for the bed further away.
"Neville, make a move, it's time for inspection."
"Ok."
The tall guy didn't seem to be in a good shape. When he saw Maca coming, he just gave a weak voice and followed him silently to the side.
When Maca was ready to start the inspection, he pouted and added:
"Maca ... thank you, please."
As early as when she saw Mrs. Longbottom, Neville was still wandering around with Sirius. By the time he returned to St. Mungo, Maca had actually re-treated the old lady.
The previous therapist in charge was still very good, at least in the case of a serious injury, he still held the old lady's life.
It is a pity that although the physical body damaged by the close-up smashing spell is easy to repair, the brain damage caused by excessive blood loss is a problem that magic can not solve well.
Not long after, Maca retracted her outstretched right hand, then turned around and patted Neville's shoulder.
"Don't frown around your grandma all day, your mood will affect her recovery," he warned, without hesitation, "put out your faith when fighting monsters."
In spite of this, Neville remained stunned in the same place, and Maca bypassed the old lady's bed and went straight to Kingsley's bed.
"Is it appropriate for you to say that? I also don't understand the feelings of others ..." Kingsley looked sideways at Neville, who was still thinking, and whispered.
But Maca shook her head.
"At least I don't think he needs the understanding of others now, Sirius. You and Neville have fought together. You should understand what I mean, right?"
Sirius on the side thought for a while and nodded.
"Listen to you ... Well, now the child is not lacking in will, he just lacks someone to give him something to mention."
At the time of grandma's serious injury, Neville had a great change. For him, this change came too suddenly.
To put it plainly, he just needs to adapt to his current self.
"So Sirius, by the way you look at him by the way." Maca said casually for Kingsley's soul, "As long as he can precipitate this harvest, we can have more A new combat force that has both potential and extra reliability. "
When Maca had finished Kingsley's routine inspections, when he turned back to leave the ward, he saw that Neville had regained his strength.
Looking at his thick but firm face, Maca was secretly happy for him.
"Maca!"
The moment he passed the old lady's bed and was about to step out of the ward, Neville suddenly walked up to him and said very seriously:
"Thank you very much ... No matter if grandma can wake up, I will thank you. If you didn't come in time, grandma would have been ..."
"Don't say that, that St. Mungo's therapist ... what's his name? In short, he has more credit than me, and it's him who tries his best to maintain your grandma's life."
As she was talking, Maca raised her hand again and placed it on Neville's shoulder, with a sudden smile in her expression.
"Besides, we were good friends who walked together at Hogwarts at night and went to the forbidden forest together! Isn't it natural for you to treat your grandma?"
The words did not fall, and before the memories and touches of Neville's heart came to the surface, he took another step forward:
"Okay, go and stay with grandma! I'm fine, I have to go down ..."
After all, Maca stopped following the ink, and turned away cleanly, blocking Neville's grateful gratitude in her heart.
At the other end, Kingsley and Sirius could not help but smile at each other secretly.
Sometimes being too good at people is not good.
Just like Kingsley and Sirius at present ~ EbookFREE.me ~ They can say that they have a lot of knowledge about Maca. At this moment, I can't see the performance of Maca just now. ? Or is it intentional.
"I hope that's true then," Kingsley whispered softly.
Opposite him, Sirius was relieved soon.
"Think of Dumbledore in the past! I think ... that's true!"
Maca, who was going downstairs, of course, did not know that the two were discussing themselves. He was still busy planning somewhere to go after!
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