Apparition is not allowed into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, but today this exception was broken.
All regular patients were transferred to public wards for centralized care.
A large number of vacant independent wards have been allocated to the wounded who have been continuously evacuated from the battlefield.
Waiting for Mrs. Weasley and Fred and George, who passed the Apparition exam last year, to take Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny to the hall of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Maladies. Only then did they know why the ministry had sent a special letter to notify them to come and take care of him.
In sight, almost every therapist and nurse wearing St. Mungo's dark green uniforms was running around, with a look of collapse and panic on their faces!
Bang!
"Hurry, hurry!"
Harry and others who had just appeared in the crowded hall had not yet recovered from the horrific sight of blood stains everywhere. The injured striker suddenly appeared beside them, supporting the wounded.
Hermione and Ginny screamed immediately.
The moment Harry's eyes fell on the wounded man, he immediately felt a big cold hand roughly piercing his chest and squeezing his heart. A chill rose from his tailbone. It hit his forehead, causing the hair all over his body to burst.
Half of the wounded man's face was scorched, revealing burnt red muscle tissue. There was an X-shaped scar on his chest, a shocking scar!
Moreover, this is not a simple cut.
The trickling blood at the wound is constantly emitting tiny bubbles, as if it is boiling!
Two witches rushed down from upstairs. Harry looked at them with a subtle change in his expression.
"Professor McGonagall. Madam Pomfrey?"
Harry's lips twitched,
"Why are you here?"
The two Hogwarts staff members were no longer in their decent attire at the school, and both of them were covered in blood.
Professor McGonagall's neatly styled bun was scattered and resting on half of her face, but she had no time to wipe it off.
"Oh, Potter?"
Professor McGonagall didn't notice them until recently, but she just glanced at them and ignored them, instead using her wand He conjured a stretcher and, together with the attackers who came here, put the wounded on the stretcher.
"Can he live? Tell me, can he live?"
I couldn't tell whether the tears streaming down the batter's face were the tears or the rain dripping from his hair. , his face was full of grief, and he prayed to Madam Pomfrey, who was sitting on the stretcher in an unseemly manner, waving her wand to control the open wound.
Then Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey quickly climbed up the stairs and left.
Harry saw where the stretcher passed, leaving a river of blood.
"Bastard!"
The striker who brought the wounded roared in grief and anger, and then he apparated and disappeared again.
No one needs to remind him, Harry knows what he is going to do!
The sounds of wailing, crying, cursing, praying, and urging
The various behaviors of all living beings were so intuitively and unabashedly presented in front of several children, which made them The body is shaking!
Harry looked at Hermione and Ginny blankly. The two girls had tears streaming down their faces.
He suddenly felt that his face was a little wet. Harry raised his hand, reached out his fingertips and brushed his cheek. A drop of crystal tears stuck to his fingertips, and he trembled slightly
" "Help me"
After another crisp cry, a seriously injured wizard suddenly appeared at Ron's feet. Ron was so frightened that he backed away and sat on the ground.
The wizard was wearing a broken black cloak, as if he was wrapped in a fishing net full of sharp blades. There were cuts several inches long all over his body, which made the wizard a A bloody man!
However, he is still alive.
The strong desire to survive supported him as he crawled hard on the ground, stretching out a bloody hand, trying to get a chance to survive!
"Rozier"
Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly came to Harry's ears,
"Evan Rozier"
p>Harry stared at Mrs. Weasley's absent-minded face and heard her murmuring voice.
Evan Rozier.What does it mean?
Who is he, Mrs. Weasley's friend?
Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through Harry's mind. He suddenly turned his head to look at the wizard crawling on the ground. Sure enough, in the cracks of the broken sleeves, he saw a faint skull pattern!
A therapist who was taking magic potion discovered Evan Rozier. Without saying a word, she waved her wand to make Rozier float, and she was about to take him upstairs for treatment.
"Wait!"
Harry shouted unexpectedly and rushed towards the therapist.
"What's the matter, kid? Do you want to find your relatives? I'm afraid I don't have the time!"
The middle-aged female therapist turned back to look at Harry and said in a tone of voice eager.
Half of the name tag on the middle-aged witch's chest was obscured by blood stains, while the other half was engraved with Foley.
"He is a Death Eater!"
Harry pointed at Evan Rozier's arm with the Dark Mark, and said through gritted teeth, as if this was enough to explain it. everything.
"Oh!"
The female therapist named Foley was indeed surprised. She nodded towards Harry,
"Thank you A reminder, kid."
As she said this, she was about to take Evan Rozier for treatment.
"He is a Death Eater!"
Harry was anxious and shouted again in confusion.
"I know."
Foley smiled palely at Harry,
"But the biggest difference between us and Death Eaters is that we respect life.Well, here, he is just a wounded person who needs help.
As for trying him, that is what the Ministry of Magic needs to do. "
Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching the female therapist disappear around the corner of the stairs with a blank expression.
" Woohoo! "
The cry of despair and grief that reached his ears made Harry turn his head.
Mrs. Weasley had already squeezed to the information desk, looking for Mr. Weasley's ward.
Next to a large group of people at the information desk, there was a witch with her back against the wall, slowly sitting on the ground and crying sadly. She covered her face with one hand and hugged her with the other. A little girl who was only two or three years old.
The mother's sadness infected the little girl. Although she was still young and didn't know what happened, she cried sharply.
p>Harry didn't want to think about what happened to this lady, he just stared at the mother and daughter blankly.
"Found it!" "
Mrs. Weasley squeezed out from the crowd,
"He is on the third floor! ”
Mrs. Weasley and his children, including Ron, had no time to pay attention to what kind of mental journey Harry had gone through. They swarmed towards the stairs and scrambled to climb them.< /p>
"Let's go, Harry, you can't help her"
Hermione held Harry's arm, looking sad.
Harry was dragged by Hermione. He walked up the stairs, but his head kept facing the mother and daughter until they were out of his sight.
There were many people going up and down the stairs, and Hermione and Harry climbed three steps with difficulty. Building, and walking out of the stairs, a row of stretchers covered with cloth parked against the wall gave Harry and Hermione a hard blow!
Will there be Sirius inside?
Irresistibly, this thought came to Harry's mind.
But then, he shook his head violently, as if his thoughts were being burned.
Impossible, absolutely. Impossible!
Sirius will never do it, otherwise the ministry will definitely inform him!
The noise in his ears seems to be stripped away, and it seems that he is the only one in the world. The voice that convinced him!
"Sorry, I can only use a cane"
While passing by an emergency ward, Harry heard Professor McGonagall's voice again. Hermione stopped and looked towards the ward.
"Oh, it's not too bad."
The dark-skinned wizard lying on the bed said.
p>
It's Kingsley!
Hermione's pure pupils welled up with tears again.
But Harry was more concerned about Madam Pomfrey, who was giving her a gift. Kingsley was dressing the wound on his broken leg.
Is he okay?
Harry wanted to ask Madam Pomfrey, but his lips moved. After a while, he still didn't have the courage to ask this question.
The two of them walked through a few more wards and finally saw Weasley.The figure of a family.
Mrs. Weasley sat beside the hospital bed, sobbing, while several children stood behind her, facing Mr. Weasley on the hospital bed. Harry and Hermione standing at the door looked at Their expressions are unclear.
"Don't cry. It's okay."
With difficulty, Mr. Weasley raised his hand slightly and touched Mrs. Weasley's cheek. His whole body was wrapped in bandages. He was holding his head, unable to see his face and injuries clearly.
"I finally managed it. It's me, Gideon and Fabian will be happy." The end of this chapter has recently been severely transcoded, which makes us more motivated and updated. Quick, please move your little hand to exit reading mode. Thank you