Chapter 392: The riots at the beginning of the school

On the morning of the first day of the new semester, almost all the boys understood the meaning of Professor McGonagall’s warning yesterday.
A few lucky people among them, rubbed their eyes with their hands frantically in the morning, suspecting that they had hallucinations.
The Bruce Barton Warriors, Furong Dracul, who appeared in the Top Three, actually appeared in their school today?
Have breakfast with them in an auditorium?
At the corner of the long table, the Hibiscus table knife cuts the food in the silver plate elegantly and accurately. The lonely meal did not pay attention to the fiery eyes of these students. After the meal, he usually left, as if nothing happened.
Only left their endless reverie.
Did she transfer? This is the first thought of many people.
Not right? It’s all a seven-year program, and Booth Barton can participate in the Warriors of the Goblet of Fire. She can’t always be a repeater?
In the fourth grade, she was already a seventh-grader of Booth Button.
If only one person said that seeing her may be an illusion, but the collective illusion is unrealistic. More than one student vowed that he saw Furong in the auditorium.
That means true.
Although her iconic silver-haired long hair was coiled up and hidden in a white nurse hat, the eye-catching blue eyes still seemed so touching, and the white nurse costume set her off The graceful figure adds some dignified temperament.
Charm and holiness are intertwined, with a poison-like magic.
She went to the auditorium very early today, but even so, a few boys saw it enough to cause a sensation.
The viral spread of the message.
They soon learned that Furong was working as a medical staff member at the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases, taking care of those patients at the school hospital.
At lunchtime, Ron chewed beef patties in front of Gryffindor's long table. While cutting the shank in front of him with a knife and fork in his hand, he chattered.
"I really want to catch a cold now, so she might have to take care of me."
"You may have to saw off one leg first." Hermione said sarcastically.
"If you can get it back, it's a good deal." Ron said shamelessly.
"Mrs. Weasley heard that, you may have to break your leg first."
But the wish is beautiful.
To everyone's disappointment, she did not show up at noon.
Because she seemed to know that this would cause riots.
This was not the result she wanted, she just came here as a "nurse".
Seeing the patient groaning painfully, my heart was inexplicably uncomfortable.
Despite the hard work, she also seemed to really understand that there is something in the world that is painful and happy.
As for those fiery eyes, it may have been a boring process and enjoyed it, but now it may have been completely ignored.
"Mr. Moody, your injury is probably no longer a problem." Furong said formally.
At the moment the ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant water.
Moody was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin cup, wearing a blue and white striped UI uniform on UI. The scarred face was no longer grim, but instead looked pale and appeared weak. .
"Retreat for a period of time, you can participate in surgery."
It is said that the prosthetic leg is about to be broken, of course, not only this injury, but it is a blessing if it is not bitten
Furong's eyes stayed on the medical record book in front of him, and it was recorded on it, and he said to Moody.
"Later, it's a matter of surgery." Furong nodded, and the random quill pen used for recording was inserted in his front pocket.
"Mr. Moody, what kind of prosthesis do you want to make? There are peach wood, apple wood, walnut wood, rosewood wood, etc. You used elm wood before, and the hardness is higher...." Furong stood at Moody's In front of the bed, he asked skillfully.
"You figure it out." Mad-eyed Hammoudi said impatiently with his eyes closed.
"Then still choose Elm for comparison. Although it may be slightly hard, you will be more comfortable. What do you think, sir."
"I'm professional in catching black wizards and evil creatures, and treating diseases. As a doctor, you are professional. I don't like to intervene in areas where I am not good at." Although it is to say trust, Moody's tone is a little anxious.
May be lying in bed for a long time, a little boring.
Now is the time to need him.
He coughed a few times.
"Sorry," Moody said suddenly, and he felt a little impatient with such a response.
"No trouble, this is what I should do." Furong said politely, and then turned around, preparing to leave the room to plan the operation.
"It's not because of this." Moody stood up and changed from lying down to leaning on the head of the bed, whether it was the normal eye or the magical eye that penetrated everything, staring tightly at Furong. .
Furong didn't feel much. She didn't commit a crime, and she didn't feel the panic of being sanctioned.
As for nausea?
These days she has seen something more disgusting than she knows.
Her heart has been exercised quite strong
"It was the previous problem. As an Auror, I didn't even notice..." Moody began to mention the Goblet of Fire.
"I don't even remember, sir. If it is for this matter, it is better to apologize after my memory is restored." Furong shrugged gracefully, smiled, and left the house.
Sitting on a bench outside the ward, she took off her other white gloves, rubbed her eyebrows, and fell into a memory not long ago.
It was the day nearing the end of the holiday...
The sky was dark, and the clouds were rolling like layers of cotton candy sprinkled with ink.
A group of sturdy rune horses are arranged in an orderly manner. They dragged the carriage, waved their wings, flew in the sky, traveled between the clouds, walked in the air, showed a healthy posture, and ran to the UK.
Most patients are asleep~EbookFREE.me~ is in the carriage.
Because the Rune Horses fly quite smoothly in the air, this ensures their comfort and does not feel any bumps.
Inside the carriage, almost all decorative ornaments were taken away because they took up space, leaving only a chandelier for lighting.
Many blue and white wide cloths were propped up by an iron frame, and many compartments were separated for the placement of hospital beds.
On the side near the fireplace, there was a little space for a small coffee table and two chairs.
After setting up the last patient, Furong covered his mouth, yawned slightly, and sat down on a round bench in front of the coffee table.
Mrs. Maxim did not know when she was sitting in a chair waiting for her. The tall figure forced the principal of Furong to bend and bend her legs in order to sit here reluctantly.
On the round coffee table, the spout of a stoneware teapot is heating up, and the scent of tea permeates the entire room through the spout.