When little Cathy saw that familiar back in St. Mungo's waiting room, she was really shocked.

Didn't Mr. McLean decide to leave St. Mungo and continue his search for Helpo's location because his injuries were already out of his treatment at the time?

It was even just a few days ago, how can it be back now?

And...... Coincidentally, it's today!

“…… Actually, I am a prophet. ”

The mysterious trench-robed wizard who suddenly appeared in the cemetery suddenly flashed in little Cathy's head again. And then, a certain feeling that her future was seen through by the other party made little Cathy have goosebumps all over her body.

Obviously, sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to be too smart – and now little Cathy thinks it would be nice if she could be as ignorant as the rest of her peers.

"McLean—"

She only hesitated for a moment because of the inexplicable fear in her heart, and found that Maca had disappeared in the direction of the side door of the hall, so that her half-shouted words came to an abrupt end.

Immediately after, little Cathy felt a little lucky. Thankfully, she hadn't had time to stop Mr. McLean, or she was really worried that someone would have told her something she had already heard.

Because if that were the case, she really didn't know what she was supposed to do.

"Miss Pierce, what's wrong?"

Seeing that little Cathy had somehow stopped, Bornser asked her a little puzzled. Then he followed little Cathy's gaze again, but found nothing that attracted the little girl.

"That was the ...... just now" Little Cathy subconsciously opened her mouth when she heard this, but soon she shook her head and said, "No, it's okay...... I'm just looking at that portrait. ”

"Oh, do you mean Lady Duris Derwent?" Dean Bornser smiled and said, "Her smile makes people feel warm, doesn't it?" She was one of the best healers St. Mungo had ever seen, went on to become the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and was a great witch and wizard......"

He recounted to little Cathy about the Lady Derwent as he led her further down the stairs, and in a short time the two went upstairs.

And just as little Cathy followed him up the stairs and was about to reach the second floor, she couldn't help but glance at the other side of the hall after all.

Why is Maca here today? Will you really ask yourself if you want to go to France?

These two questions have become a thorn in little Cathy's heart, and the feeling of pain at the touch really makes her neither pull it out nor not.

……

"Mr. McLean, this spare potions preparation room is still at your disposal—Mr. Smeszek said he would explain it when the Dean came back later."

"Oh, that's so much appreciated...... If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't leave now, I'd be sure to thank him. ”

In the potions-making room at the back of the hall, Maca nodded at the trainee healer, Py, who had accompanied him, as she gently floated the old lady to the bed and lay down.

"Of course, thank you for helping me prepare this bed." He said.

Pai didn't dare to slack off in the face of this young wizard who was a few years younger than himself.

Yes, even though he had seen Maca many times before, he still seemed quite reserved. Because he knew very well that, let alone fighting Helbo, he was far inferior to the young Mr. McLean in terms of what he was best at.

Not long ago, there were so many soul-wounded and intractable diseases, and only this Mr. McLean alone could heal the whole of St. Mungo!

"No, no, no thanks, that's what I'm supposed to do—" Pai said with a snap of his head, "then...... Then you get busy first, and I won't bother you! ”

Seeing the other party leave the preparation room respectfully, although Maca was a little laughing at this attitude, she didn't have the same effort to correct it as before.

This is not only because he knows he can't correct it, but also because he has more important things to do at this point.

Seeing him turn around, he waved his hand towards the hospital bed, and the translucent soul rune flashed again, and the old Muggle lady's soul was once again pulled out of his body.

And it can be seen that in the middle of the half-empty and half-real soul, the strange gray-black mass is still trying to keep itself shrinking.

However, since Maca had been restrained by the rules of the soul long before she came here, it could only stalemate repeatedly in continuous contraction and expansion, and could not truly reintegrate into the soul.

"Come out for me!"

The next moment, I saw that Maca actually tore over the white sheets that were stacked on the side on the spot, took out the pen and ink and leaned over, and carefully sketched them on the spot.

Perhaps because of the fact that he had already framed this array, this time he moved very quickly, and it only took him more than ten minutes to draw a single line and symbol on the sheet that was not considered complicated.

Immediately, he placed the sheet directly over the old lady's body and reached out to send a steady stream of mana.

Suddenly, with a burst of faint blue light floating from the sheets, one by one the magic symbols slowly lifted the gray-black strange substance out of the old man's soul.

And since this array can do this, it also indirectly confirms one of Maca's conjectures.

"Sure enough, is it related to the dark magical creatures that ravaged London in the first place?" He stared silently at the mass and thought to himself, "Or rather, this is actually another backhand that Helmo left behind in anticipation of the monsters being destroyed." ”

In fact, since Maca proved the source of the strange substance with a rune array, this is not just a "conjecture" for him.

It can be said that this is undoubtedly the back hand set by Helbo, and it will not be wrong!

At that time, Maca was fighting fires all over the city of London, destroying all the monsters. But it was not only the end of a disaster, but also the beginning of the next disaster.

After a moment's thought, he then took out a potion bottle and placed it in the center of the rune array on the sheet.

Immediately after, he took out his staff and pointed decisively at the vial.

"Get in."

Before the words fell, the array on the sheet suddenly began to squirm.

I saw that a large number of magic words and lines were wrapped in the mass of substance, and they poured towards the body of the potion bottle, and soon trapped it completely in the bottle.

When the blue glow vanished due to the loss of Maca's magical support, Maca reached for the bottle and put it in the bag around her waist.

"Let's wait until everything is done!"

Thinking of this, he didn't even lift the sheet with the formation drawing, turned around and left the slightly gloomy potions preparation room.

……

"Tuk-tuk."

As soon as she heard a knock at the door, little Cathy's heart jumped.

Mr. Bounser, the dean, who was sitting behind the desk, heard this, and habitually turned his head to look at the schedule on the desk before he said aloud:

"Please come in."

There should be no appointments at this time, and the therapists' reports will be carried out after lunch. So, who will be knocking on the door now?

"Click—"

The doorknob was unscrewed from the outside, and it was the head healer of the Biological Injury Section on the second floor, Hiberkrat Smeszek.

"Dean, I hope I didn't disturb your work!"

Smeszik's tone was still so brisk, even though he had been busy like a house-elf exploited by his master not long ago, but his good mood had never been lost.

"Oh, no," Bornse laughed, "and lo and behold! Miss Pierce is going to volunteer at St. Mungo's for a while, and I'm talking to her about what to do! ”

"Really?" "That sounds good—of course, I wouldn't recommend you to come to our department, whether it's burns, lacerations, or punctures, they look terrible." ”

Little Cathy, who was sitting on the side, seemed to be listening very carefully, but her mind was now elsewhere. She hadn't even listened to Bornser when he was talking to her just now, let alone now.

"I think it's the Strange Germ Infection Section that scares me the most," Bornser shrugged before turning to ask, "By the way, you're coming up to me right now, what's the matter?" ”

Seeing the dean mention this, Smesuik suddenly clapped his hands.

"Ahh Yes, there's something I need to tell you," he said, "and Mr. McLean came again, and he said he was going to borrow a place to check on an old Muggle—you know, Dean, because you happened to be away, so I took the liberty of giving him the spare potions preparation room again. ”

Maca's name finally brought back to the little Cathy, who was a little absent-minded.

It seemed that she had not seen anything wrong in the hall at the time—that rather familiar figure was Mr. McLean's.

"Mr. McLean...... Here it comes? She said subconsciously.

Smeszyk nodded at her.

"Oh, I remember Miss Pierce getting along well with him during her hospitalization, right?" He thought for a moment and said, "Are you going to meet him?" Well, I mean, when he's done? ”

"No!"

Little Cathy hurriedly refused, but then quickly realized that her tone was inappropriate, and hurriedly added:

"Uh, I mean...... Mr. McLean must be busy with something very important, so I won't let him waste his precious time. ”

"That's right," Smeszyk said, "and he did seem to be in a hurry, according to Pye. Alas, at his age, he should have been happily attending school at Hogwarts with his classmates......"

As he spoke, he suddenly added:

"Speaking of which...... Miss Pierce, you're almost old enough to go to Hogwarts, aren't you? ”