Chapter 393: Rehabilitation

"Hard, how about a cup of black tea?" Mrs. Maxim gently raised the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the cup.
"Thank you." Furong gently took the porcelain cup with the rose pattern. The steaming tea was steaming. She took a sip gently, and the fragrance of black tea flowed between her teeth, making her tired. Was relieved.
"How are you here?" Then she put down the tea cup and suddenly asked her principal.
She has been dealing with the transfer of these patients just now, and she has no time to ask.
Mrs. Maxim's wide face also showed a confused expression.
"Did you call me? Furong?"
"Am I? How could it be?" Her delicate face also showed a puzzled look, and her brow furrowed slightly.
Mrs. Maxim quickly drew a letter from her wide cuffs.
"Look, I was strange when the owl was delivered. I remember you didn't use the owl."
She lifted the envelope, the red paint was broken.
You can see Juan Xiu's handwriting faintly on it.
I didn't write it, Furong said in surprise, but it was clearly her handwriting.
Under the faint candlelight, the text on the envelope was faintly visible.
Just when the letter was taken out of the envelope, suddenly a trace of Mars spread from the middle.
"What's the matter?" Furong was startled and threw the letter in his hand.
Then Mars spread quickly, and the whole piece of paper was dyed ashes in the air, and the embers scattered on the table.
"The whirlwind sweeps away!" Furong knocked on the table, and the ashes quickly planted into the trash can outside the door.
There are patients here, and it is necessary to keep clean.
After doing this step.
The two looked at each other.
"Did you remember correctly?"
"I have a good memory... I still remember the breakfast I had before the weekend of two weeks was honey tea and macaron. The patient I received the day before yesterday was stung by a poisonous scorpion..."
Furong was flustered for a while and wanted to prove himself as much as possible.
"What does the letter say?" she asked.
"Get to me for help as I did today."
"But the result looks good, this hospital is indeed being monitored."
"You said that the Dark Lord's next target might be St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases, and ask me to help you." Mrs. Maxim's heavy voice was low.
Furong's expression was immediately wonderful.
She did think so, but did not take action.
"Then where are we going?" Furong asked suddenly.
"The suggestion in the letter is Hogwarts, you know, I have crossed the border now, there are no valid reasons and formal procedures, after sending you over, I will have to go back to France as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause international disputes."
"This is by far the most stable choice, or "you" told me in the letter."
"Regardless of true or false, I think this is a good choice."
"Are you going back with me? Your parents and sister miss you all."
"Maybe it will take some time."
"I think so too." Mrs. Maxim nodded and looked around the patients around.
Furong pulled away from his thoughts and looked at the mottled round stone pillars in the hallway in front of his eyes. It must be said that it was very wonderful.
Looking back, I arrived at Hogwarts somehow, and still lamented the impermanence of life.
Occasionally resting, when bored, I also think about the boy who "abducted" her. I heard that she was a few years younger than her.
It's really a shame.
Is it so useless? It will also be subdued by the younger students.
Amnesia is no emotion.
Of course, this is what she thinks, she is said to have played here?
Furong shook his head, still really impressed.
But you can visit the scenery again as a first time visitor, maybe it’s not bad
But wait for the work to finish.
After alleviating his sleepiness, he stood up again and walked to another ward.
Just when she restarted her work, all the initiators were also entangled to ask some troublesome questions.
In Slytherin's lounge, Pansy suddenly put down the magazine in his hand, staring at the boy in front of her with her curious eyes, and finally asked:
"Draco, don't you go and see the hostage lady you have kidnapped? He is in the school hospital now."
She uncharacteristically encouraged Malfoy to approach other girls.
But I don't want to see it as a kind act.
"She doesn't remember it, there is no need, I don't want to be regarded as a bad talker." Malfoy said plainly without looking away from the book.
Of course, the heart was not as calm as it showed.
To be surprised, his surprise is not inferior to any Hogwarts student.
The prideful young lady who once used to be spoiled, pulled down her body to take care of the patient, and it was indeed stunned.
One of his original three letters was sent to Mrs. Maxim in Boothparton, thousands of miles away.
A letter was sent to Professor McGonagall as a match.
Another letter was sent to Gu Ling Pavilion to remind them.
But it seems that the latter did not follow his advice.
Thinking about it, Voldemort's possible future goals are nothing more than these two locations.
And the former is not carried out exactly according to his ideas.
His idea was that after sending the patient with the help of a rune horse, Furong followed Madame Maxime and went back, but did not expect to stay as such an identity.
Pan Xi was disappointed when she heard that, and she wanted to see if the girl really forgot everything.
"Although I don't want to see her very much, you do give me a chance."
"What?" Pansy suddenly had a bad hunch.
"Your feet should be reviewed? Isn't it?" Malfoy stared at the girl's calf and shrugged.
Hogwarts' wards are now a little crowded, and even if they are expanded, there are more people.
"Miss Parkinson, the recovery is quite good." Augustus' voice came from the ward.
Just as Furong was going to change a patient's bandage, she heard the conversation in the ward and pushed in.
The student surnamed Malfoy leaned against the wall halfway, and after facing each other with Furong, he showed a moment of consternation, and then passed away.
Strangely, she saw the emaciated and pale face, and she felt inexplicably guilty in her heart.
Make her feel like she is hallucinating?
Guilty emotions couldn't be explained to her.
Is there any empathy magic this student has used against her?
After silently looking at each other~EbookFREE.me~Furong did nothing like what happened. After changing the gauze for a patient, he decisively left the ward.
Looking for something to say, she was in no mood, or because she had forgotten it, so she had no desire for revenge.
If she really remembered, maybe she would ask a clear question.
Malfoy also had no unnecessary entanglement, feeling sad, entangled in emotions, not his character, all this is Furong's choice, he certainly respects.
"It's all right." Malfoy glanced at the girl. She was most concerned about Pansy's injury.
"Of course." Pansy smiled briskly and jumped a few times on the floor, indicating that he had recovered completely, shaking his arm gently.
"That's good." Malfoy nodded, a rare smile on his face.