Chapter 936

"... with a long walking stick?"

"Yes, and that gentleman looks very young, but his conversation is very mature..."

"Oh, that's Maka! It must be Maka!"

In the old church, R.A.'s little friends sat on benches to rest, while Hermione, Harry and others gathered by the front steps to talk to little victor.

When little Victor talked about the gentleman who told him a lot, everyone soon realized that it must be Marca.

Hermione paused and then asked:

"What else did he tell you, sir? Did he tell you about those dark creatures?"

Since she has led so many people to London, she naturally wants to know more. Not to mention her doubts about the causes behind the disaster, just listen to Maka's views on those monsters, maybe the trip can be more smooth.

Unfortunately, although Maka explained many things for little Victor, it was just to popularize the common sense of the magic world to him.

After all, even if Marca wants someone to analyze those monsters, she can't discuss them with a Muggle, can she?

As for freina after that, although the internship Secretary of the Ministry of magic was very enthusiastic, she was also willing to solve little Victor's doubts.

But her level is far from enough to understand what the terrible monsters created by Haier Bo are.

"I don't think he said it," little Victor shook his head at Hermione. "To be honest, even if he did, I probably couldn't understand... By the way, are you an army of Wizards? Sent to deal with those terrible monsters?"

Since he saw everyone fighting with such a large group of monsters just now, he was amazed by the power of R.A. partners.

It's not that he hasn't seen other wizards fight with monsters, but even those so-called "Aurors" are definitely not as good as these young wizards.

In particular, the sense of unity is not the same as the Muggle army?

But Hermione could only look at Harry and others after hearing it.

"Although we call ourselves' reserve army ', it's not really a' reserve army '..." she explained slightly, "most of us are students of the same magic school. Even if some have graduated, they are just ordinary wizards..."

"Oh, is that so?" little Victor said in surprise. "Student? How could that..."

As he was talking, he suddenly recalled some newly learned words, and then continued:

"Well, I mean, not long ago, I saw some 'police among wizards'... It seems that they are called' Auror '? But... I don't think they are as good as you?"

Seeing little Victor say so, Hermione couldn't help feeling a little proud, but she said modestly:

"No, that can't be said... In terms of personal strength, probably none of us can compare with Auror. However, we have a very excellent and powerful professor who organized training for us and taught us valuable knowledge, so we --"

"Hermione," Harry interrupted as he listened, "I have to say you don't have to put all your efforts on Marca - he won't want it. Oh, sir... Yes, the one you met before was our professor. His name was Marca McLean."

Little Victor immediately said:

"So, the young man is really a great wizard... Well, no wonder miss freina respects him so much. She looks as old as you..."

"Who is miss freina?" Harry said curiously. "Sir, you seem to have mentioned that she also told you a lot about the magic world?"

"Yes, she is a very kind girl, and she saved me once!" little Victor said with emotion. "Well, if I hadn't offended the doctor in your magic hospital somehow, I would still be waiting for her to wake up in the hospital!"

Hearing the word "magic hospital", Hermione was suddenly stunned and reached out as if she thought of something.

"Wait, you mean 'St. Mungo magic hospital'?" she asked hurriedly.

When little Victor saw Hermione's problem, he calmed down and thought about it. Then he nodded slightly:

"Well, I seem to have seen the word 'San Mungo' on the wall... Yes, it should be right. What's the matter, miss? Is there any problem there?"

"Oh, no, nothing! I'm just thinking..." Hermione thought again, and suddenly turned to Harry. "I want to go to St. Mungo and the Leaky Cauldron bar first - these are probably the two places in London that are most likely to become temporary shelters. We have to confirm before searching and rescue."

"Miss, you're right!" little Victor found that he understood at least this sentence. "I don't know what bar it is, but the hospital has become a shelter before I left, and has accepted many asylum seekers."

Although St. Mungo receives only wizards, as a Muggle, he is a special case of himself.

But little Victor didn't care, and it was difficult to distinguish Muggles from wizards in the chaotic hospital hall. In his opinion, they were all "people" anyway.

"Well, speaking of... At least Neville is probably in St. Mungo!" Harry said suddenly.

……

As Neville's parents always live on the fifth floor of St. Mungo, it is very likely that Neville and his grandmother will come together during the disaster.

But little Victor didn't know that the "Neville" in Halley's mouth went in through the window glass almost at the same time when he left the hospital.

"Help! My grandmother needs first aid! Therapist -"

Not long ago, Neville rushed into the hall with his grandmother in his arms.

Although he had just been thrown in by his grandmother with a magic spell, when he suddenly woke up, he was still thinking of saving his grandmother, so he rushed out again without time to look around.

Now, when he came in again, he found that the hall of St. Mungo was really chaotic at the moment!

There are people everywhere, including asylum seekers in good health, unconscious injured people, and of course, people who are physically injured and covered with blood.

Fortunately, even though it was only a short time away, St. Mungo, who had entered the state of war, was no longer at a loss as little Victor came in with freina on his back.

At present, although it is chaotic, it is orderly in chaos. There are interns at the door who are specially on standby to distinguish patients.

Just when Neville was so confused by the chaotic scene that he didn't know what to do, a young wizard in light green came to him immediately.

"Go ahead! Don't stop... How did you get hurt?"

As soon as the trainee therapist saw that the old lady Longbottom in Neville's arms vomited blood from time to time, he immediately dragged Neville and urged him to run to the stairs. While running, he also examined the injury.

"Ah, yes... I don't know. It could be an explosion spell or a crushing spell - I heard a strong explosion."

"I look like it too. That's the spell injury Department... No, no, no, don't take the stairs. The emergency patient goes from the elevator! Come this way -"

He ran quickly with the trainee therapist all the way. Neville felt that his grandmother's body was as light as a quilt in his hand. This feeling made him feel very bad.

It was not until the fifth floor, after giving grandma to the therapist for emergency treatment, that Neville seemed to have just felt the weight of a person in his arms. He hung his hands powerlessly on his side, slid against the wall and sat on the cold ground, gasping for breath.

The courage to fight with the monster has gradually faded, and the firmness of summoning the patron saint has been slowly replaced by fatigue, which makes him sit down on the edge of the corridor with a blank head.

The corridor is very busy. With the help of trainee therapists and volunteers, patients come and go. Neville almost unconsciously retracted his feet so as not to affect other patients in need of treatment.

St. Mungo magic hospital - Neville thought he was used to it, but now he found that how many people can really get used to this space full of pain and separation?

"... Longbottom?"

Neville raised his head reflexively when he heard someone call his last name.

"You are... Oh, it's Harry's..."

"Godfather."

As soon as Sirius came out of the ward, he noticed the young man sitting down in the corridor. Although he and Neville hardly said a few words, they could at least be regarded as acquaintances.

"So, the one who was sent in for treatment just now is really the old lady longbarton?"

With that, Sirius looked into the ward again, as if he were reconfirming his identity.

He didn't know Neville very much, but he had a lot of friends with Neville's parents. They were both backbone members of the order of the Phoenix and had done a lot of things together. If he hadn't been wronged into Azkaban for so long, he would have come to visit them at least occasionally over the years.

"Yes, it's my grandmother..." Neville nodded, but soon sipped his mouth and whispered, "if I could summon up my courage earlier, maybe it wouldn't be like this."

Sirius will not know what Neville has experienced. So he just reached out and patted Neville on the head and said in a deep voice:

"Anyway, stay in St. Mungo for the time being! It's much safer here than outside... Your grandmother will be fine. Trust the St. Mungo therapist."

However, before the words fell, they both felt a slight vibration coming from themselves.

Sirius frowned a little and followed him up the stairs - he had to confirm what had happened.