Aside from completely forgetting the fact that they also had a daughter, life was business as usual for the Grangers.

Every family has its troubles, and society has its troubles.

Especially hospitals as public service facilities.

Compared to the school, which has a certain number of holidays every year, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses is not so easy, for example, now there is another tricky patient.

Hospitals don't have a fixed vacation every school year like students.

"Quick, Py, fix this patient's foot! he's under the Leg Shake spell!"

In a room on the fifth floor of the Spell Injury Unit of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, Augustus, the attending physician, was nervously holding his wand and checking the patient's injuries

"Is that so? A cold and melodious female voice came from behind him.

Suddenly, several white bandages flew out of the medical box, firmly binding the patient's struggling leg to the bed board.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the winding appearance is still somewhat beautiful and artistic.

"That's it! Hold it tight, don't let him break away!" said the man excitedly.

The melodious and slightly feminine female voice is so recognizable, but because the doctor is too engaged, he does not notice it.

Augustus kept waving his wand to relieve the pain of his patients.

The patient struggled for a while.

The shaking of the bed gradually subsided.

"Whew. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good job today! Didn't poke me in any baskets. ”

Augustus wiped the sweat from his cuffs and turned his head to pat his assistant on the shoulder twice as a sign of encouragement, but his arm paused in mid-air after seeing the man who was helping him.

"Miss Delacour?" the man's tone was full of surprise.

The assistant who liked to stab Lou Zi is no longer here.

"I'm bored and look around. Fleur said with a smile.

Out of nowhere, she found a pure white nurse's hat and put it on her head, and the long flowing silver hair was coiled up and hidden in it at some point.

If her temperament was charming and moving, now she is holy and dignified, almost covering up the charm brought by the Meiwa bloodline.

He was still wearing the pure white hospital gown.

"You are a patient, how can you help!"

"Where's Py?!" the man's anger gathered.

"He's taking on new patients, and he's been busy lately. ”

"And I did it voluntarily. Fleur nodded gracefully.

His anger waned like a deflated ball.

After Voldemort's return, although he did not make an official appearance, many restless wizards also became active, and for a time there were many more vicious crimes.

Naturally, the rise is the injured patient.

"Alas. Augustus shook his head, a little helpless, the lack of manpower had been bothering him.

"If you don't have enough people and don't mind, you can let me try. ”

"This—" Augustus looked a little embarrassed for a moment.

"It's nothing, I'm idle right now, I'll make it clear to my parents. ”

"Under normal circumstances, I should have looked for a job. Fleur smiled, Beauxbatons School was indeed nearing its end.

"You are a patient yourself, how can you be allowed to come to ......", Augustus's face looked extremely hesitant.

"Isn't it amnesia?" Fleur disagreed.

"It's just a small memory, it's no problem for me, and it doesn't matter if I can't remember it. ”

"Compared to these patients, I feel like I'm normal. ”

Her parents didn't want her to recall those bad memories, and some bad memories were forgotten.

They are afraid of other effects, such as memory afterwards, or whether certain memories have been tampered with.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is well-known throughout the wizarding world.

After all, it comes to memory, in case later.

However, after observation, apart from the fact that the memories of the year or so have been completely forgotten, there is really no other effect.

Fleur's parents are even already starting to process the transfer.

Because the current British wizarding world is quite unstable.

But what they didn't expect was that the temporary transfer allowed Fleur to find a future job, and for a long time, she couldn't go back.

It is worth mentioning that for a long time after that, she did quite a beautiful job.

At first, she didn't get used to it, because the strange illness really didn't make it easy.

Sometimes she had to deal with the blurred flesh of the patient, all kinds of disgusting abscesses, limbs twisted beyond human imagination.

Even with the help of magic, the smell of blood and foul smell can be a great challenge, without having to touch it personally.

But there are a lot of things that can make people feel sick just a few glances.

She overcame it.

She was also very strange that in the past, she might vomit, disgust, faint because of nausea, but now she can control herself.

The wand in his hand was held very forcefully and precisely, and it did not tremble because of it.

In the process, she also achieved a lot of accomplishment.

Especially when I see the smile on the patient's face after recovery.

Maybe that's the meaning of her hard work.

Everyone has a different fate.

Compared to Miss Fleur Delacour, she has found a job that realizes the value of life.

The person who "snatched" her memory in disguise was not so lucky.

At this time, a few wolf howls were heard from time to time in Malfoy Manor.

The courtyard in front of the parlor was now overgrown with weeds, and the flat lawn had been torn apart, and the proud, peacocks who liked to pace back and forth did not know where to hide, and the fountain in the center seemed to have dried up, and a little splash of water sprayed weakly.

The inhabitants here are mixed with dragons and snakes, and there will be conflicts with the previous population, not to mention the lack of effective means of communication.

The Dark Lord is gone, and the order that had been barely maintained by his prestige and strength soon crumbles.

If it weren't for the existence of a death order, which did not allow unorganized activities, it might have turned into a pool of stragglers and would have been swept away.

Malfoy's parents had moved to Grimmauld Place, where the Black family's ancestral home was temporarily located

And the home here has been "consecrated" to the Dark Lord as a base to settle down

Even so.

The place Malfoy was looking forward to was still in the Wiltshire manor, not Blake's old house.

He needed to know what was going on with the Dark Lord, and if he made any moves, he should be here as soon as he could.

At this moment, in a hidden cellar, the furniture is arranged in an orderly manner.

The vanishing cabinet leaning against the wall seemed to have just been passively used, and the door was slightly hidden.

The chandelier did not glow, the fluorescent light was very faint, and the faint halo tried to illuminate the room

In the dim light, Malfoy can be seen sitting on a solid chair made of cherry wood, with a wooden table made of tulip wood in front of him, and the corners of the table show an elegant curve.

On the outer layer of the drawer under the table, several mushroom-shaped handles made of brass are engraved.

His face was now extremely pale, and he mechanically numbly held the handle drawer open and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, which was supposed to be a casual snack, but became a substance that had to be replenished.

He leaned back in the chair, gasping for breath with fatigue, dizziness coming through his brain in waves, and all kinds of negative emotions, which were only slightly relieved with each bite.

The rich smell of cocoa permeated the dimly lit room, and anyone who didn't know might think it was some chocolate factory hidden underground.

After resting with his eyes closed for a while, Malfoy calmed himself down and felt the soothing effect of chocolate, and somewhat regained some saneness

Many days had passed since the holidays, and he had been alone for a long time.

There is no leap forward in the progress of the plan, it is just going on step by step.

He stared at an abstract mural hanging in the center of the wall in front of him, and his thoughts wandered, as if he had thought of something.

Two quills suddenly floated into the air, and three sheets of parchment were spread out on the long oak table, and they were written separately on them.

For somebody, the holidays are busier than school life

Malfoy touched his chin and pondered his tone.

One of them begins with the words: "Madame Maxim . . . I am...... I'm currently at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries...... Hope you can help. ”

The other one begins with: "Minerva, I'm Olim Maxim......."

The last letter begins with the words: "Dear ......"

While Malfoy was manipulating the quills to write letters, a quarrel was taking place at Hogwarts, thousands of miles away.

It is not so much a quarrel as a one-sided accusation.

"Lady Minerva, we can't take it anymore, unknown evil creatures are devouring our territory. It was the voice of the centaur Ferencze, and it seemed unusually harsh in the room, as if it were roaring.

His horse's hooves stomped on the floor of Professor McGonagall's office.

"The scope of our dwelling is getting smaller and smaller, and the pervasive sense of oppression is driving me and my people crazy. He grumbled.

After returning all the students safely to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Professor McGonagall returned to Hogwarts.

After an unhappy marriage, she did not remarry, and Hogwarts was half of her home.

Only now in her office, she had to endure the complaints of a certain Forbidden Forest dweller.

Ferenze's handsome face was so angry and impatient, very different from the gentle and graceful appearance of the past.

Those deep, sapphire-like eyes were filled with anxiety and anger.

The students are gone, and he doesn't need to hide it, he still has to worry about these students before, but now that the students are gone, he can also fight with reason.

"I've been with you once before, and it does have some nasty smells, but we can't find the source, Ferenze, and I'd like to help you solve this problem too. ”

"The agreement established by the founders and our ancestors ......."

Professor McGonagall looked embarrassed and troubled.

"If we don't solve it, we centaurs will find another way out!" the strong horse's hooves slammed the floor, and Ferencze walked away in anger.

In the end, the negotiations broke up unhappily.

Less than two minutes after Ferenze had left, Professor McGonagall's office had welcomed a new client.

"Professor McGonagall, are you there?" Hermione's voice came from outside the door, and she slammed it on it with a clattering sound

"Please come in. Professor McGonagall said mildly.

"Miss Granger, you are very punctual. ”

"Have you agreed with your parents?"

"Hmm. Hermione's expression quickly lost for a moment, then nodded firmly.

"It's proof of their license. "It had her parents' signatures on it, and without much thought, of course it was forged.

Professor McGonagall looked at it and nodded.

"Ferenze?" Professor McGonagall tapped on the table, and suddenly shouted out the door, and the centaur who had just left had gone and turned back in the blink of an eye.

"I'll deal with that as soon as I can.

"But you're going to do me a favor"

"You take her to the Forbidden Forest to feel it. ”

Ferencze's pace was slow along the way, allowing Hermione to keep up with him.

"Miss Granger, huh?"

"You are a friend of Potter the Savior. I have an impression. He opened the conversation, and along the way, Ferenze kept complaining.

And part-time as a free laborer, using a sickle to constantly cut down some weeds and roads that hinder the way forward.

"Be careful not to get scratched by the leaves," he reminded.

"Get out of here!" the handsome centaur swung his weapon scythe violently, the side of the blade striking the spider's shaggy legs, slamming it away.

The huge spider was frightened, its thick legs swam backwards quickly, and its fat body was extremely flexible.

"They have also been groggy for the past few days, originally staying in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, but now they are all forced to go outside. He just said, and Hermione just listened.

Finely broken stones, muddy paths, trees that obscure the sky, vast fog, and low visibility.

Since Professor McGonagall called feeling, Hermione was also feeling with her heart, and Animagus was a kind of animal that was transformed and wanted to blend in with nature.

Strange crawlers crawled through their shoes.

Shelled insects, slippery mollusks.

Hermione was glad she was wearing a pair of boots.

Suddenly, Hermione saw Ferenze stop in her tracks, and she stopped.

Hermione subconsciously covered her shoulders at this time, and all around, cold negative emotions came, and she felt inexplicably frustrated and painful.

"You feel it, don't you?" said Ferenze's thick eyebrows a vivid twitch.

"This atmosphere constantly interferes with our astrological activities!"

"Our living environment is further compressed. ”

"I also know that Minerva has been busy lately, but my people can't take it anymore. ”

"Alas. The centaur patriarch looked very worried, he keenly sensed the uneasy atmosphere in the vicinity, and a deeper sniff told him that the outbreak of war was not far off.