Chapter 385: Respective holidays

Apart from completely forgetting the fact that they still have a daughter, the Grangers lived as usual.
Every family has family troubles, and society also has social troubles.
Especially hospitals that serve as public service facilities.
Compared to the school that has a certain holiday every year, St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital is not so easy. For example, now there is a tricky patient.
Hospitals do not have fixed holidays every academic year like students.
"Come on, Pye! Fix me this patient's feet! He has a leg-shaking spell!"
In a ward on the fifth floor of the Curse and Injury Department of the St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital, the attending physician Augustus was holding his wand nervously to check the patient’s injury.
"Is that true." A cold and sweet female voice came from behind him.
Suddenly, several white bandages flew out of the medical box, binding the patient's struggling leg and the bed board firmly together.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the appearance of the winding is also beautiful and artistic.
"That's it! Fasten it, don't let him break away!" the man said excitedly.
The sweet and slightly feminine voice is so recognizable, but it was not noticed because of the doctor's over-investment.
Augustus uttered something in his mouth, constantly waving his wand to ease the patient's pain.
The patient struggled for some time.
The shaking bed gradually subsided.
"Huh." He relieved with relief.
"Good job today! Did not poke me a basket."
Augustus wiped his sweat with his cuffs and turned back to take a photograph of his assistant’s shoulder twice to encourage him, but after seeing clearly who was helping him, his arm stopped in midair.
"Miss Dracul?" The man's tone was full of surprise.
The assistant who likes to poke Lou Zi is no longer here.
"I'm bored, look around." Furong said with a smile.
She didn't know where to find a pure white nurse's hat and put it on her head. Her long silver hair fluttered up and hidden in it.
If it turns out that her temperament is charming and moving, it is now holy and dignified, almost covering up the charm brought by Meiwa's blood.
It was still wearing that pure white sick suit.
"You are a patient, how can you help!"
"Pai?" The man's anger gathered.
"He is accepting new patients. Recently there are quite a lot of patients, and he is too busy to be dizzy."
"And I am willing." Furong nodded gracefully.
His anger, like a deflated ball, quickly subsided.
After Lord Voldemort's return, although he didn't make an official appearance, many wizards who were not restless also became active, and there were a lot more vicious crimes at one time.
The natural rise is the injured patient.
"Alas." Augustus shook his head, a little helpless, lack of manpower, and had always troubled him.
"If you don't have enough staff and don't mind, let me try."
"This..." Augustus seemed a little embarrassed for a moment.
"It's nothing. I'm busy now. I will make it clear to my parents."
"According to the normal situation, I should find a job." Furong smiled, and the course at Booth Barton School was indeed coming to an end.
"You are a patient, how can you come..." Augustus's face looked extremely hesitant.
"Isn't it just amnesia?" Furong didn't care.
"It's just a short memory, no problem for me, it doesn't matter if I can't think of it."
"Compared to these patients, I think I can't be more normal."
Her parents didn't want to remind her of those bad memories. Some bad memories were forgotten.
They are afraid of other influences, such as later memory, or whether certain memories have been tampered with.
St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital is well-known throughout the wizarding world.
After all, it involves memory, just in case.
However, it has been observed that there is really no other impact other than forgetting about the memories of this year or so.
Furong's parents have even started to go through the transfer procedures.
Because the British wizarding world is quite uneven.
However, they did not expect that the temporary transfer to the hospital allowed Furong to find a future job, and for a long time, they could not go back.
It is worth mentioning that, for a long time after that, she did a pretty job.
At first she was not very used to it, because those weird illnesses did not make people easy.
Sometimes she had to face the patient's vague flesh and blood, various disgusting abscesses, and twisted limbs beyond human imagination.
Even with the help of magic, without the need to personally touch, the smell and stench are a great challenge.
But many things can make people feel nauseous with just a few glances.
She got over it.
She is also very strange. In the past, she may vomit because of nausea, disgust, fainting, but now she can control herself.
The wand in his hand was very powerful and precise, and did not tremble.
In the process, she also achieved a lot of sense of accomplishment.
Especially after seeing the patient's smile after recovery.
It may be the meaning of her hard work.
Everyone has a different destiny.
Compared to Miss Fleur Delacour found a job to realize the value of life.
The person who robbed her of her memory in disguise is not so lucky.
At this time, there were several wolves from Malfoy Manor from time to time.
The courtyard in front of the parlour is now overgrown with weeds, which was originally maintained under deliberate pruning, and the flat lawn was torn out of shape. Arrogant, peacocks who like to walk back and forth do not know where to hide. The central fountain seems to be dried up Like, a little splash of water sprayed weakly.
The resident dragons and snakes are mixed, and there will be conflicts with the previous ones of the population, not to mention the ethnic groups that lack effective means of communication.
The Dark Lord departed, and the order previously maintained by his prestige and strength quickly collapsed.
If there were no death orders and no unorganized activities were allowed, it might have turned into a pool of scattered soldiers and was swept away by a net.
Malfoy’s parents had moved to Grimmauld Place at this time, and the Black family’s ancestral house was temporarily inhabited
The home here has been "dedicated" to the Dark Lord as a base
even so.
The place where Malfoy stayed during the holiday was still in the estate of Wiltshire, not Black's old house.
He needs to grasp the movement of the Dark Lord, if he has any action, it should appear here in the first time.
At this moment, in a hidden cellar, the furniture is arranged in an orderly manner.
The disappearing cabinet leaning against the side of the wall seems to have just been used passively, and the cabinet door is slightly concealed.
The chandelier did not shine, the fluorescent flashing light was extremely thin, and the faint halo tried to illuminate the whole room
With the help of the faint light, Malfoy can be seen sitting on a cherry wood solid wood chair. In front of him is a wooden table made of tulip wood, and the corner of the table shows an elegant curve.
The top layer of the drawer under the table is engraved with several mushroom-shaped handles made of brass.
His face is extremely pale now, with a mechanical numbness in his hand, the handle drawer is pulled away, and the chocolate is stuffed into his mouth. It should have been a casual snack, and it has become a substance that has to be replenished.
He leaned back on that chair, gasping for fatigue, a wave of dizziness hitting his brain, and a variety of negative emotions, each chew only slightly relieved.
The smell of rich cocoa permeated the dark room. If an unknown person came here, he might think it was a chocolate factory hidden underground.
After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Malfoy calmed down his mood, feeling the relief effect brought by chocolate, and somewhat restored his sober mind
Many days have passed since the holiday, and he has been alone for a long time.
There was no leaps and bounds in the progress of the plan, it was just proceeding step by step.
He stared at an abstract mural hanging in the middle of the wall in front of his eyes. His thoughts flickered, and he seemed to think of something.
The two feather pens suddenly floated into the air, and the long oak table shivered and spread out three sheets of parchment paper, writing on it separately.
For someone, it is more busy than school life during the holidays
Malfoy touched his chin, guessing his tone.
The beginning of one of them reads: "Mrs. Maxim.. I am...I am in St. Mungo's Hospital of Magical Injuries... I hope you can help."
The beginning of the other one reads: "Mileva, I am Olim Maxim......."
The beginning of the last letter reads: "Dear..."
While Malfoy was using the quill pen to write letters, Hogwarts, thousands of miles away, was staged a quarrel.
It's not so much a quarrel as a unilateral complaint.
"Ms. Mileva, we really can't stand it anymore. Unknown evil creatures are devouring our territory. "This is the voice of the horse man Ferenze, which looks very harsh in the room, as if roaring.
His horseshoe stomped on the floor of Professor McGonagall's office.
"The range of our dwellings is getting less and less, and the pervasive sense of depression is about to drive me and my people crazy." He complained endlessly.
After returning all the students safely to platforms nine and three quarters, Professor McGonagall returned to Hogwarts.
After an unfortunate marriage, she did not remarry, and Hogwarts was half of her family.
Only now in her office, she had to endure a complaint from a forest resident.
Ferenze's handsome face was so angry and irritable that it was very different from the polite and graceful look of the past.
Those deep, sapphire-like eyes were filled with anxiety and anger.
The students are gone, and he doesn’t need to cover up. He had to worry about these students before, but now that the students are all gone, he can also fight for reasons.
"I've been there with you once before, and it does have some annoying tastes, but we can't find where the source is, Ferenze, and I also want to help you solve this problem."
"The agreement established by the school and our predecessors at the time..."
Professor McGonagall was embarrassed and headache.
"If we don't solve it, we horsemen will find another way!" The strong horseshoe hit the floor fiercely, and Ferenze went indignantly.
In the end, the talks were still overjoyed.
In less than two minutes after Ferenze left, new guests were welcomed in Professor McGonagall's office.
"Professor McGonagall, are you there?" Hermione's voice came from outside the door. She buckled the door lightly and made a loud noise.
"Please come in." Professor McGonagall said softly.
"Miss Granger, you are very punctual."
"Have you and your parents agreed?"
"Hmm." Hermione's expression quickly disappeared for a moment, and then nodded firmly.
"This is their proof of permission." The signature of her parents hangs on it, no need to think about it, of course it is a forgery.
Professor McGonagall looked at it and nodded.
"Ferrenze?" Professor McGonagall knocked on the table and suddenly shouted out of the door. The horseman who had just left suddenly went back and turned back.
"I will deal with that matter as soon as possible.
"But you have to do me a favor"
"You take her to the Forbidden Forest to feel it."
Along the way, Ferenze's pace was slow, allowing Hermione to keep up with him.
"Miss Granger, right?"
"You are a friend of the savior Potter. I have an impression." He opened the conversation, and along the way, Ferencé complained constantly.
And part-time work as a free labor, with a scythe to cut down some weeds and roads that hinder the progress.
"Be careful not to be scratched by leaves," he reminded.
"Go away!" The handsome centaur waved his weapon scythe fiercely. The side of the blade hit the spider's thick furry legs fiercely and flicked it away.
The huge spider was frightened, its sturdy legs swam back quickly, and its fat body was extremely flexible.
"They have been groggy these days, originally staying in the depths of the forbidden forest. Now they are forced to come outside." He only said, Hermione only listened.
Fine rocks, muddy paths, trees covering the sky, fog, and low visibility.
Since Professor McGonagall is feeling, Hermione is also feeling attentively. Animagus is a kind of animal deformed, to be integrated into nature. .
The weird reptile under my feet crawled over his shoes.
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Hermione was glad that she was wearing long boots.
Suddenly, Hermione saw that Ferenze stopped her footsteps, and she stopped.
Hermione covered her shoulders subconsciously at this time, surrounded by cold negative emotions, inexplicably feeling depressed and pained.
"You feel it too, right?" Ferencé raised his thick eyebrows vividly.
"This atmosphere keeps interfering with our astrological activities!"
"Our living environment is further compressed."
"I also know that Mileva is very busy recently, but my people can't stand it."
"Alas." The Centaur patriarch looked very worried. He keenly sensed the uneasy atmosphere in the neighborhood, and a deeper sniff told him that the outbreak of war was not far away.