Hogwarts Homecoming

Generally speaking, in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, except for the ward floors that deal with serious emergency patients, they are still brightly lit. When it gets dark, in order to create a good rest environment for patients, the other floors will be closed before 9 p.m. Just turn off the lights.

Things are different today.

The Curse Damage Department on the fifth floor is brightly lit, and most of St. Mungo's therapists who are proficient in treating curse damage are gathered here. Every therapist here has a long-standing reputation in the industry, and they are respected wherever they go. However, now, these knowledgeable therapists have lost their pride, and they are crowded in the corridor one by one, with expressions on their faces. Excited and incredible, I desperately wanted to get closer to a ward.

The therapists who have left their names in the history of magic on the walls also look the same. In order to squeeze into the frame closest to the ward, these legendary therapists, most of whom are old and decrepit, fought hard.

"That's incredible, Albus!"

When Dumbledore emerged from the fire with Neville, who looked much calmer, a witch with long silver curly hair immediately appeared on the frame closest to him, her excited cheeks trembling slightly.

"Completely recovered, no problem can be seen. I have never seen this before. This kind of thing cannot be found in the entire history of magic injury treatment. According to me, based on this, Sir Merlin should issue another first-level Give him the medal!”

completely cured

Neville's body trembled, but Dumbledore couldn't tell how happy he was. He put an arm around Neville's shoulder and half-pushed him up the stairs, while Delis de Winter Following the steps of the two people, they kept flashing in the picture frames on the wall.

"What did Amosta say, Delis?"

Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Oh, so far he still won't say how he got that Muggle back to normal!"

The elderly Dai Lisi gasped and complained,

"As I told you, he blocked everyone outside, walked into the Muggle ward and stayed alone for an afternoon. Then, the Muggle regained his senses. Of course, he was still a little confused. , but this is completely normal. The Cruciatus Curse must have caused irreversible damage to him, but overall, he has recovered."

"Muggle?" Neville was a little confused. "Isn't it mine?"

Dumbledore glanced at Neville, but instead of answering his question, he continued,

"Where is Amosta now, in that Muggle ward?"

"Oh, please, make way for me!"

Delis pushed aside a therapist who was blocking her way in the picture frame, and followed closely behind Dumbledore, who was so agile that it was impossible to tell that he was already over a hundred years old.

"Yes, he didn't let anyone enter that ward, but he and the Muggle chatted animatedly, like old friends."

Dumbledore moved his brows subtly, keenly aware of something.

"Neville!"

As soon as he stepped onto the corridor on the fifth floor, a shout of surprise scared the dazed Neville to shiver. He blinked, and then he saw a girl in hospital clothes in the middle of the corridor heading towards him quickly. He ran so fast that the girl's messy curly hair was flying in the air.

"Oh Professor Dumbledore, good evening!"

"Good evening, Miss Granger."

Dumbledore's blue eyes were piercing. He stared at Hermione for a few seconds, and then smiled at her.

"Ah, I'm glad to see you have regained your energy. If you had stayed here for another week, your friends at school would have stormed into my office in anger and burned my beard."

Hermione bit her lip, her smile showing a bit of emotion and embarrassment. She obviously heard what Dumbledore was referring to.

"I think you must have a general understanding of the current situation, Miss Granger, but Mr. Longbottom is still confused. Perhaps, while reminiscing about old times, you can help him clarify his doubts."

"What about you, Professor?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, Professor Brain sent me a message and wanted to talk to me about the specific treatment plan before treating Mr. Longbottom's parents. He said that he might need my help."

Dumbledore said with a smile, and then he greeted the therapists who found him, and was quickly surrounded by an excited crowd.

"Come on, Neville, come to my ward and I can tell you what's going on."

Hermione pulled Neville's sleeve and said happily, "Your mother gave me a piece of bubble gum wrapper and asked me to give it to you when I went back to school. I can just give it to you. Neville?"

Hermione pulled Neville's sleeve and prepared to take him to her ward. The corridor was really noisy. However, when she walked forward, she felt a force of resistance. When she turned around, Neville stood there with flushed cheeks. It turned purple, as if I had been caught stealing something and felt guilty.

"You know, my parents, Hermione—"

Neville said feebly, as if someone had pulled his back.

"Come on, Neville—"

Looking at the embarrassed Neville, Hermione pursed her lips. She knew what Neville was worried about and what he was afraid of. She felt a blockage in her heart.

"I'll tell you what Professor Brain has done. Everything will be fine."

Guarding the front of the ward were Sirius and Tonks. Mrs. Longbottom was also here, but she had to go back to take care of her son and daughter-in-law.

"Dumbledore."

Sirius's face was pressed against the square glass mirror on the door, peeping into the environment inside the house. It was Tonks who tapped him on the shoulder to bring him back to reality.

Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Sirius who was about to say something, and Amosta in the room seemed to be aware of it. He stood up, walked over and turned the door handle.

"Please wait a moment, everyone, I still need to observe whether the patient's condition is stable."

Amosta smiled gently at the therapists with longing eyes, and then welcomed Dumbledore in.

Looking at the energetic Muggle who was leaning on the soft pillow, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. It was only at this moment that he confirmed that Amosta was not joking. He had really cured a Muggle whose mind had been destroyed by the Cruciatus Curse.

"You have undoubtedly achieved another miracle, Amosta—"

Dumbledore smiled slightly in surprise and said in a tone full of appreciation.

"It's hard to say whether it's a miracle or not, Principal Dumbledore, but you don't have to lie. You must know it's not that simple."

Amosta lowered his voice and spoke quickly. Then, with a smile on his face, he looked at the hospital bed.

"Let me introduce you, Kit,"

Amosta said in a light voice,

"Mr. Albus Dumbledore, he is the director of this hospital. My achievements are thanks to his 'training'. I heard that I cured your disease, so I came here to see you and do some surgery for you." A check."

"ah!"

The director of the hospital was undoubtedly a big shot, and he was also very kind to Amosta. The patient was about to get out of bed in a panic, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"You should rest in bed. Can I call you Kat?"

"Oh, of course, Mr. Dumbledore!"

Old Kit smiled nervously. The robes worn by Mr. Dumbledore made him feel a little weird. At the same time, the unique temperament of this old man who looked much older than himself made him feel timid. Like, government dignitaries who occasionally come to inspect the orphanage.

"I must thank you for your nurturing of Armor, Mr. Dumbledore,"

Old Kit swallowed, looked at Amosta with a smile, and said nervously but happily,

"He has become a highly skilled doctor and has a promising future. If Felina knew about it, she would definitely be happy about it."

"His achievements come from his hard work, Kit."

Dumbledore cooperated very well, his blue eyes flashed with strange light,

"Then. I'm going to give you a checkup, Kit. I need you to close your eyes and relax."

Kit glanced at Amosta on the side, and after seeing him nodding, he relaxed and lay down, closing his eyes.

And Dumbledore shook his sleeves at the right time, making the 'Jit' really fall asleep.

Amosta blurred the transparent glass on the door panel, and then blocked the sound in the ward. The pleasant smile on Dumbledore's face finally disappeared, and he looked at Amos. Ta, his expression became very solemn,

"You erased all the memories of this Muggle named Onisto Pastore, didn't you, Amosta?"