Chapter 750： St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries

Moody's eyes rolled around under the brim of his hat, he explained.

"In London, there are too many Muggles, it is not easy to find a good location to build a hospital. Diagon Alley is not enough land, and it cannot be built underground like the Ministry of Magic, it is too unhygienic. Finally they got a place here for reasons It is the sick number that can come and go in the crowd."

Along the way, George and the others walked through the Muggles and bypassed numerous Muggle shops.

"Here." Moody said after a while.

In front of me was an old-fashioned red-brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. It looked decayed and deserted. There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, with different postures, and wearing clothes that were at least ten years ago.

Signs "Closed for renovation" hung on the dusty doors.

When a tall woman with big bags passed by, she bowed her head and said to her companion, "This place has never been opened before. The landlord must be crazy."

"here,"

Tonks beckoned and led them to a shop window. Inside, there was only one particularly ugly female dummy, whose false eyelashes were about to fall, and she was wearing a green nylon skirt. "Are you all ready?"

Everyone nodded and moved closer to her. Tonks leaned close to the window, looked up at the ugly dummy, his inflated air frothed the glass, "Hello, let's see Arthur Weasley."

Afterwards, the dummy nodded slightly and moved the fingers that were connected together. Tonks grabbed Ginny and Mrs. Weasley's arms and disappeared straight through the glass.

The others followed, stepped into the glass and disappeared.

No one had the time to glance at the bustling crowd in the distance, such an ugly shop window as Taotao. No one noticed, a few people just suddenly merged into the air.

The ugly dummy and the place where she stood were gone.

George and the others seemed to have come to a crowded waiting room, with rows of witches and wizards sitting on shaky wooden chairs.

Some of them look normal, reading the outdated "Witch Weekly". Others have terrible deformities, such as an elephant trunk or an extra hand on the chest.

It can be seen that most of the accidents occurred because of using the wrong potion.

The corridors of the hospital are not much quieter than the streets, because many patients make very strange noises.

A sweaty witch in the middle of the front row slammed a copy of the "Daily Prophet", constantly making sharp whistle and breathing steam.

A sloppy wizard in the corner rang like a bell, and his head shook horribly with every sound, and he had to grab his ears to stabilize it.

Wizards and wizards in green robes walked up and down among the waiting patients, asking about the situation, and making notes on the clipboard. Embroidered on their chests is a badge, a cross of wands and bones.

"These are the therapists at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries."

Tonks introduced to everyone.

"Here!"

Mrs. Weasley joined a queue in the corner and shouted at them.

They lined up with her, and a fat blond witch was sitting at the table marked "Information Office". The wall behind her is covered with notices and posters, such as a clean cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poison, the antidote must not be used indiscriminately, and must be approved by a qualified therapist.

There is also a large portrait of a witch with long curly silver hair on the wall. It is noted above: Daris Derwent St Mungo Therapist (1722-1741) Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)

Dai Lisi was looking at them carefully, as if counting the number of people.

After that, she blinked slightly, walked out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

At the top of the line is a young wizard who is dancing a strange quick step dance. While shouting in pain, he tried to explain his plight to the witch behind the table.

"It's the shoes my brother gave me. It's biting my feet. There must be a curse on it. I can't take it off."

He danced with two feet in turn, as if dancing on hot coals.

"Shoes don't prevent you from reading, right?"

The blonde witch pointed to the big sign on the left side of the table impatiently and said, "You have to go to the Spell Injury Section on the fifth floor. The sign says. Next!"

The wizard stepped aside and the team took another step forward.

At this time, they have been able to see clear signs.

First floor of the Utensils Accident Division (cauldron explosion, wand misfire, broom collision, etc.)

Second floor of the Department of Biological Injuries (stings, burns, punctures, etc.)

The third floor of the Infectious Diseases Department (Dragon pox, vanishing disease, lymphomycitis and other infectious diseases)

Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Department on the fourth floor (rash, nausea, more than laughter, etc.)

The fifth floor of the Curse and Damage Division (the curse that cannot be removed, the wrong curse, etc.)

Tea room and shop on the sixth floor

If you don’t know which subject to go to, cannot speak normally, or don’t remember why you came here, our receptionist is willing to help.

An old-fashioned wizard with a horn-shaped hearing aid slowly rubbed forward I came to see Broderick Bod! "He said with an asthmatic voice.

"Forty-nine ward, but I am afraid you are wasting your time," the witch replied casually, "he is completely smeared, and he still considers himself a teapot? Next!"

A tired wizard clasped his little daughter's ankle tightly, and the pair of large feathered wings growing from the back of her jumpsuit flapped beside his head.

"Fifth floor." The witch said tiredly without asking. The man held his daughter and walked out through the double doors beside him, like holding a strange balloon.

"next!"

Mrs. Weasley walked to the table. "Hello, my husband Arthur Weasley changed the ward this morning, may I ask?"

"Arthur Weasley?"

The witch looked down a long list with her fingers, "Oh, second floor, the second door on the right, Dai Luelin ward."

"Thank you." Mrs. Weasley turned her head and said to everyone, "Come with me."

They followed her through the double doors and through a narrow corridor with portraits of famous therapists on both sides. Crystal bubbles with candles floating on the ceiling looked like giant soap bubbles.

There were wizards in green robes coming in and out at each door, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and a faint wailing sound was heard from time to time.

They climbed the stairs and entered the Biological Injury Department. On the second door on the right, it was written "Dangerous" Daluelin Ward: Severe bite.

On the bottom card inlaid with a copper frame, there are handwritten words: Primary therapist: Hiberkratus Meszyk; Trainee therapist: Augustus Pye.

"Let's wait outside, Molly," Tonks said, "Arthur can't see too many people at a time. The family should be first."

(To be continued...)

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