Evan looked up and found himself in a crowded waiting room.

Rows of witches and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs, some looking normal, reading an expired issue of Witch Weekly, others with horribly deformed, elephant trunks or extra hands on their chests.

The hospital was quieter than the noisy Muggle streets, and many of the patients were constantly making strange noises.

In the middle of the front row, a sweaty witch fanned a copy of the Daily Prophet, constantly screeching and spitting steam. A scruffy wizard in the corner struck like a bell, and his head shook horribly at each ring, and he had to grab his ears and hold it steady.

Aven, Harry, and Hermione looked around curiously, feeling like they didn't have enough eyes.

In addition to normal illnesses, you can see almost all kinds of curses and black magic patients here, and there are all kinds of reactions.

A group of green-robed witches and wizards hurried through the side hallway, asking about the waiting people. The badge embroidered on their chests was a cross of wand and bone.

"Look at those people, are they doctors?" asked Harry in a whisper.

"That's what Muggle hospitals call in Muggle hospitals, called therapists here. Hermione replied, "You need to get a very good grade on the Advanced Wizard Rank Exam to be a profession." As far as I know, at least a few courses in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts are required. ”

"Oh, Potions class, then I guess it's no fun, Snape won't let me through!" Harry said, "but you're all right, Hermione!"

"But I didn't want to be a therapist, it was a job with a lot of responsibility. Hermione looked up at Evan not far ahead, and whispered, "I prefer the job of newspaper editor to therapist"

"yes, I forgot!" Harry smiled at Hermione's face, "You're going to be running the newspaper with Aven." ”

Seeing Harry's expression, Hermione blushed and nodded embarrassedly, affirming the matter.

While Harry and Hermione were talking, Evan was following Lupin to the line in front of the information desk, where in front of them was a chubby blonde witch. The wall behind her was plastered with notices and posters, such as a clean cauldron to prevent potions from turning into poison, an antidote not to be used indiscriminately, and a qualified healer's approval, etc.

Next to the counter, there is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver curls, which reads: Darise Devonte, St. Mungo's healer (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)

As the most famous headmaster, she has a high reputation in history and has her portrait on many important occasions.

Devonte is a very pleasant person, and when he meets her in the school hallway, he will always greet the students and help new students with directions or something.

She was now carefully surveying the people in front of the counter, as if counting the number of people.

She blinked slightly when she saw Aven's gaze, "Hello, Aven Mason, it's nice to see you outside the school!"

Devonte said hello and walked out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

At the front of the group, a young wizard was doing a strange quickstep dance, screaming in pain while trying to explain his predicament to the witch behind the table.

"That's, it's, it's my brother's shoe, ouch, it's biting my foot, look here, there must be some spell on it, I—I can't take it off!" he took turns jumping on both feet, as if dancing on hot coals.

"The shoes didn't stop you from reading, did they?" said the blonde witch, pointing impatiently to the big sign next to her, "Go to the Spell Damage Section on the fifth floor, next!"

The wizard limped aside, and Evan hurriedly took a few steps forward.

His attention shifted to the sign that the witch had just pointed to, and read the words on it: Artifact Accident Section, 1st Floor (Crucible Explosion, Wand Misfire, Broom Collision, etc.), Bio Injury Section, 2nd Floor (Stings, Burns, Sockets, etc.), Strange Bacterial Infections Section, 3rd Floor (Infectious Diseases such as Dragon Pox, Disappearance, Lymphatic Mycitis), Pharmacy and Plant Poison Section, 4th Floor (Rash, Nausea, Laughing, etc.), Curse Damage Section, 5th Floor (Spells That Can't Be Removed, Spells That Are Used Wrongly, etc.), Tea Room and Shop, 6th Floor.

If you don't know which department to go to, can't speak normally, or can't remember what you're coming for, our receptionist is willing to help.

"Ron is under the Imperius Curse, we should go to the fifth floor!"

As Evan read the signs, Lupin walked over to the table and asked gently, "Hello, we're coming to see Ron Weasley, what ward he's in?" ”

"Ron Weasley?!" the witch ran her finger down a long list, "Oh, I found it, I got it from Hogwarts the week before Christmas, you have to go to the fifth floor, and you listen to the second ward on the right!"

"Thank you!"

Everyone followed Lupin through the double doors and down a narrow hallway.

Both sides are full of portraits of famous healers, and crystal bubbles with candles float on the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles.

There were green-robed wizards coming in and out of each door, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and a faint wail could be heard from time to time.

They climbed the stairs and climbed as if they had climbed four floors to enter the Spell Damage Section.

Before they could look for it, they heard the Weasleys, who were losing their temper and accusing Fred and George of a joke.

"Ron is recovering, you two can't be honest"

Mrs. Weasley stopped abruptly, and she looked at the five of them as Evan walked into the hospital room in surprise.

The next second, Mrs. Weasley hurriedly walked over, hugged Evan, Harry, and Hermione in her arms, and thanked the three of them for helping Ron at school with red eyes.

Evan looked up in embarrassment, and he saw Fred and George winking in front of him, with cheerful smiles on their faces.

Behind them, Percy walked over with a book in his hand, with a serious expression.

Ginny was sitting in a chair in front of the bed, nodding her head as a greeting, and looked at Harry with a flushed face.

Beside her, Ron, who was lying in front of the hospital bed, also sat up, looking at the three of them excitedly, looking both happy and a little embarrassed.

The Weasleys were exactly the same as usual, nothing had changed.

"As much as you said before, I didn't expect you to come back today, after all, it's just Christmas!" Mrs. Weasley said gratefully, "Arthur has just left, and the ministry has been in turmoil lately because of Peter Pettigrew. ”

After hugging Evan, Harry, and Hermione, she stood up to greet Sirius and Lupin.

It seemed that she and Sirius clearly knew each other, and they were very familiar.

After a brief introduction, Harry hurriedly asked about Ron's recovery.

"Basically, there's nothing wrong with it, the therapist just came over and checked it out, saying I'm under observation for a few days and can be discharged!" Ron patted his chest, indicating that he was healthy.

Immediately afterward, he noticed that since entering the ward, he had been flying around in the cage, calling the little owl all the time, and he looked at Sirius suspiciously.

"It's a gift for you, after all, I caused you to lose that mouse," Sirius explained.

"This owl gave me, I can't believe it, it's the best gift I've ever received!" Ron took the cage and looked at the owl in delight, then looked up and said embarrassedly, "You didn't have to do it, I was really dazed at the time, I actually doubted you, and went to help Spotted"

"It's not yours, Ron!" Harry said hurriedly, "and you broke free from the Imperius Curse at the last moment. ”

Sirius and Lupin hurriedly followed suit, saying that they had forgiven Ron for what he had done.

"Who would have thought that Peter Pettigrew was an Animagus, and he hid it too well!" Fred said.

"yes, until now, I can't believe that Spotted was made by Peter Pettigrew!" said George, "and it's unbelievable that he's lived in our house for over a decade." ”

Hearing his words, Mrs. Weasley and Percy had a palpitating look on their faces, this matter was terrifying enough to think about.

If Peter Pettigrew had any other intentions, the consequences would have been devastating. (To be continued.) )