Chapter 114

Snape had returned as early as yesterday evening. He was making medicine in the office at the moment.

Snape didn't say much about Celine. He just asked Maka to ask the therapist of St. Mungo magic injury hospital.

Although Snape's tone was as impatient as ever, Maka was keenly aware that there seemed to be something else.

Perhaps, Selin's mother's condition is not as simple as expected.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to San Mungo first and see what happened.

St. Mungo magic injury hospital is located in the center of London, which is a crowded commercial street. On both sides of the wide street, shops are mostly crowded with Christmas customers.

As for why the hospital should be built here, it is said that the land in Diagon lane is really not enough, but because of health considerations, the hospital can not be built underground.

Finally, the leader chose this place full of Muggles. To be honest, Maka couldn't figure out what they thought.

Maka walked on the sidewalk and looked at the roadside store from time to time. He didn't stop until he saw an old red brick department store.

There is not a Muggle here - because of magic, they won't go here. Because of this, it forms a sharp contrast with the crowded electric appliance store next door.

This old department store is called Taotao Co., Ltd.

It looked decadent and deserted. There were only a few broken dummies in the window, with wigs tilted and different postures, wearing clothes at least ten years ago.

The dusty door hung a big sign of "closure and decoration".

Maka went to a window, where there was only a very ugly female dummy with fake eyelashes falling off and wearing a green nylon skirt.

"I'm Celine's friend. Her mother is ill. I'm here to visit her." Marca tapped the glass and said calmly.

The ugly dummy nodded slightly and beckoned its fingers.

Maka walked forward with her and disappeared into the glass in the blink of an eye.

With a moment of water like coolness, the surrounding scene suddenly turned into a crowded waiting room.

St. Mungo magic injury hospital has always been very busy. Rows of male and female wizards sit on shaky wooden chairs, and all kinds of strange disease characteristics are displayed here one by one.

There are all kinds of deformities that look very awkward and even terrible; Others are shouting and yelling, and they can't stop talking at all; Others are crawling around on the floor. His friends are trying to press him on the ground to avoid bumping into others.

Maka also saw a patient learning rabbit jumping, but his sweating appearance was obviously not voluntary.

Of course, some of them still look normal. They all sit quietly on wooden chairs waiting for the number!

Among the patients, there were some men and women wizards in green robes walking around among the waiting people. They asked about the patients and made records on the tablet.

A badge was embroidered on their chest, which was a cross mark composed of a magic wand and bones.

Maka looked at the signs on the windows and lined up in a long line.

A fat blonde witch sat behind the table in the window with a nameplate of "information office" hanging on it.

The wall behind her was covered with notices and slogans. For example, "clean the crucible to prevent magic drugs from turning into poisons", "antidotes should not be used indiscriminately, but should be recognized by qualified therapists", and so on.

Next to it, there is a large portrait of a witch with long silver curly hair, which is marked below: Daisy devont, St. Mungo therapist (1722-1741) and principal of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768).

Daisy was looking at each patient carefully. When she saw Maka looking at her, she smiled and nodded.

Marca had seen her on the wall of Dumbledore's principal's room, and he saluted back. Then she saw that Daisy turned and disappeared from the portrait - it seemed that she had gone somewhere else.

The fat witch was very efficient in dealing with affairs. Before long, it was Maka's turn.

"Please check, Celine's mother - I don't know her name, but I'm Celine's friend," Marca explained.

"I think you'd better ask clearly and come again..." the fat witch said casually. "You can't find it. You have to know the patient's name."

Maka thought and said, "Severus Snape came yesterday. I think you should know."

The fat witch immediately nodded: "Oh, that's it - the fifth floor, the fifth floor, go to the end on the left!"

"Thank you!" said Marca, turning and walking inside.

There is a gate at the bottom of the first floor. After passing it, there is a narrow corridor with portraits of famous therapists in history on both sides.

Crystal bubbles with candles float on the ceiling and look like huge soap bubbles. There are wizards in green robes coming in and out of each door, and occasionally there is a faint wail in the room from time to time.

He climbed the stairs and, as the fat witch said, came all the way to the leftmost end of the corridor on the fifth floor. There is a single ward with a "danger" sign. There is a board with all kinds of information on it, including patient name, illness log, main therapist, etc.

Maka reached out and knocked on the door. After a while, she heard a weak "please come in". The voice was really Selin, but it sounded like she was ill. It was a weak tone.

Maka twisted the door handle and pushed the door in. But he felt something wrong only when he took the first step into the ward.

It's a breath that makes the soul feel depressed!

For Maka, who has pondered over many soul magic and even experienced it personally, she is very sensitive to the feeling of directly touching the soul.

This ward is not spacious, only a narrow window is opened high on the wall opposite the door. The light is mainly provided by crystal bubbles gathered in the center of the ceiling.

On the wall of the ward, there is a portrait of a wizard. He looks very sunny. When Marka came in, he waved to Marka.

But at the bottom of the portrait is a nameplate that says: Michael sullenberg (1585-1651), craniotomy expert.

Marca walked quickly to the hospital bed. Regardless of the sad sailin nodding to him, she stared at sailin's mother on the hospital bed and observed carefully.

On the surface, Celine's mother is just a little thin, but she doesn't show the state that the patient should be.

Her face is normal, even slightly ruddy, and she looks very healthy. With her eyes closed, she lay motionless on the hospital bed, breathing gently, as if she were asleep.

"Just now I saw the diagnosis at the door. Did the chief therapist really say that?" Marca hesitated, "is it true that 'being frightened by Dementors leads to self closure of external perception'? Anything else?"

Sailin looked at her mother sadly and gave a soft "um".

"Before that?" Marca continued, "I remember you said she wasn't in good health before --"

"Yes, but I didn't find any cause before, but it's normal to say that my mother is too old, sometimes weak and sometimes forgetful," said sailin. "But this time, she met a Dementor at the back of the house --"

Selin's mother, or adoptive mother, was the last female boss of the snow witch. It was she who took in the young sailin, but she was already in her fifties.

On the surface, it's normal, but Maka doesn't think so.

Perhaps Snape noticed something strange, but according to his nature, he wouldn't mind even a minute of this kind of business.

"Sailin, I think..." Marca hesitated for a moment, but she was decisive again. "I think it may be a misdiagnosis... If you trust me, I can do a special examination for your mother."

Sailin was stunned, and her dark eyes lit up again.

"To tell you the truth, I don't believe it very much! My mother's body has always been very healthy, but when we went to the United States a few years ago, she suddenly began to get weak..." Celine stood up, grabbed Marca's arm and cried, "you can handle a snake monster! That must be very powerful... Check it for my mother, please!"

Maka nodded calmly and said, "it's inconvenient here... You go through the discharge formalities first, and then take your mother back to the snow witch. I have to make some preparations... Can I help you here?"

"No, I can do it myself... Please!"

Looking at Maka's incredible calm appearance, sailin's mood gradually calmed down.

"OK, but I have to explain it in advance - the examination I want to do is special, it's about the soul, do you understand?"

Sailin looked at him in surprise and nodded again after a while.

"St. Mungo's therapist can't help it. Mr. Snape also said that special effects are just trying --" Celine pursed her lips. "I'm afraid I can't finish my life... Whether it's white magic or black magic, as long as there is hope, I have to try!"

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Originally, Maka didn't intend to take care of everything like an old man. But now the symptoms of Celine's mother made him feel familiar.

This may be a breakthrough that can help him solve his emotional closure problem! In any case, he can't let go of any possibility.

Maka hurried back to Hogwarts and packed up a lot of useful things.

Now, he misses Luna and Willie a little. It's hard to find an assistant who can keep a secret for him!

Unfortunately, not to mention that the Christmas holiday is not over yet, Willie has suspended school temporarily, and she doesn't know when she will come back!

After finishing everything, he hurried to Hogsmeade village without stopping.