“…… Holding a very long cane? ”

"Yes, and the gentleman looks young, but he talks very maturely......"

"Oh, that's Maca! It must be Maca! ”

In the old church, the friends of . were all resting on the benches, while Hermione, Harry, and the others gathered at the front steps to talk to little Victor.

And when little Victor talks about the gentleman who told him a lot of things, everyone quickly realizes that it is probably Maca.

Hermione paused, then asked:

"What else did he say to you, sir? Have you ever told you about those dark creatures? ”

Since she had led so many people to London, she naturally wanted to know more. Not to mention that she had some doubts about the cause behind this disaster, just by listening to what Maca thought about those monsters, maybe the trip could have gone more smoothly.

It's a pity that although Maca explained a lot of things to little Victor before, it was just to popularize the common sense of the wizarding world to him.

After all, even if Maca wanted to find someone to analyze those monsters, it would not be possible to discuss them with a Muggle, would she?

As for Frena, the intern secretary of the Ministry of Magic, although very enthusiastic, was also willing to solve little Victor's doubts.

But at her level, she was far from being able to understand what those terrible monsters made by Helbo were.

"I don't think he said it," little Victor shook his head at Hermione, "and honestly, even if he did, I probably wouldn't understand it...... By the way, are you an army of wizards? Sent to deal with those terrifying monsters? ”

Since I saw everyone fighting with such a large group of monsters just now, the strength of my friends has been amazing.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen other wizards fighting monsters, but even the so-called "Aurors" weren't as good as these young wizards.

Isn't that sense of uniformity and collectivity like that of a Muggle army?

It's just that after Hermione heard it, she could only glance at Harry and the others.

"We call ourselves the 'Reserve Army,' but it's not really a 'Reserve Army......,'" she explained slightly, "Most of us are students from the same school of magic, and even if some of us have graduated, we're just ordinary wizards......

"Oh, is that so?" Little Victor was suddenly surprised, "Student? How could that ......?"

As he spoke, he suddenly recalled some of the words he had just learned, and then continued:

"Well, I mean, I just met some of the 'Wizard Policemen' a while ago...... Seems to be called an 'Auror', right? Can...... I don't think they're as good as you? ”

Seeing little Victor say this, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little proud, but she still said modestly:

"No, you can't say that...... In terms of individual strength, none of us can compare to the Aurors. But we have a very good, very strong professor who organizes the training for us and imparts valuable knowledge to us, so that's why—"

"Hermione," Harry interrupted, as he listened, "I have to say, you don't have to put all your efforts on Maca—he won't want it." Oh sir...... Yes, the one you met earlier was our professor, and his name is 'Marca McLean'. ”

Little Victor immediately said:

"So, that young gentleman is a very powerful wizard...... Well, it's no wonder Miss Frena has so much respect for him, and he looks as old as you......"

"Who is Miss Frena?" Harry wondered, "You seem to have mentioned it earlier, sir, that she told you a lot about the wizarding world as well?" ”

"That's right, she's a very kind girl, and she saved me once!" Little Victor sighed, "Well, if I hadn't somehow offended the doctor in your magical hospital, I guess I'd still be in the hospital waiting for her to wake up!" ”

Hermione was suddenly stunned when she heard the word "magical hospital", and then stretched out her hand as if she had thought of something.

"Wait, do you mean 'St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic and Magic'?" She asked hurriedly.

Seeing Hermione's question, little Victor thought about it for a moment, and then bowed his head slightly:

"Well, I think I've seen the word 'St. Mungo' on the wall...... Yes, it should be right, what's wrong with this young lady? Is there anything wrong there? ”

"Oh no, nothing! I'm just thinking ......" Hermione pondered again, then turned to Harry and said, "I'd like to take a look at St. Mungo's and the Leaky Cauldron first—these are probably the two most likely places in London to be temporary shelters, and we'll have to check before we can search for them." ”

"Miss, you're right!" Little Victor found that he at least understood the sentence, "I don't know what kind of bar it is, but the hospital has been a shelter since before I left, and it has already accepted many evacuees." ”

Although St. Mungo's acceptance was only for wizards, he was a Muggle who entered it, and he was a special case.

But little Victor didn't care about that, and it was hard to tell the difference between Muggles and wizards in the chaotic halls of the hospital, and he thought they were both "human" anyway.

"Well, speaking of which...... At least Neville is likely to be in St. Mungo! Harry said unconsciously.

……

Since Neville's parents were both living on the fifth floor of St. Mungo, it was very likely that Neville would have been with his grandmother during the disaster.

But little Victor didn't know that the "Neville" Harry was talking about was the one he had entered through the window pane almost at the same time as he left the hospital.

"Help! My grandma 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 spell, he was still thinking about saving his grandmother when he suddenly came to his senses, so he rushed out again without having time to look around.

Now when he came in again, he found that there was really chaos in the Hall of St. Mungo's at this moment!

There were people everywhere, from able-bodied evacuees to unconscious wounded, and of course, physically injured and covered in blood.

Thankfully, even if it was only a short time apart, St. Mungo's wartime was no longer as unpredictable as little Victor was when he came in with Freena on his back.

Although it was chaotic at the moment, it was chaotic and orderly, and there were intern therapists on call at the door to distinguish patients.

Just as Neville was overwhelmed by the chaos, a young wizard dressed in a light green robe approached him.

"Onward! Don't stop...... How did you get hurt? ”

The trainee therapist saw that the old lady Longbottom in Neville's arms was spitting blood from time to time, and immediately dragged Neville to urge him to run to the side of the stairs, and as he ran, he checked his injuries.

"Ah, yes...... I didn't know, maybe it was an explosion or a smashing spell - I heard a strong explosion. ”

"I look like it, that's the Spell Damage Section...... No, no, no, don't take the stairs, first aid the injured from the elevator! Come this way—"

He felt bad about running as fast as the trainee therapist along, his grandmother's body as light as a quilt in Neville's hands.

It wasn't until the fifth floor, after handing over his grandmother to the therapist for emergency treatment, that Neville felt as if he had just felt the weight of a man in the crook of his arm. With his hands hanging limply at his sides, he slid against the wall and sat down on the cold floor, gasping for air.

The courage to fight the monster had faded, and the firmness to summon the Patronus was slowly replaced by fatigue, leaving him to sit on the edge of the hallway, his head blank.

The corridors were busy, with patients coming and going with the help of trainee therapists and volunteers. Neville retracted, almost unconsciously, lest he affect other patients in need of treatment.

St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic and Wizardry - Neville thought he was used to it, but now he realized that how many people could really get used to this space of pain and separation?

“…… Longbottom? ”

Hearing someone call his last name, Neville reflexively looked up.

"Are you...... Oh, it's Harry's ......."

"The Godfather."

Sirius had just come out of the hospital room when he noticed the young man sitting in the hallway. He and Neville barely spoke, but at least they knew each other.

"So, the one who was sent in for treatment just now is really Old Lady Longbottom?"

With that, Sirius glanced into the room again, as if to reconfirm his identity.

He didn't know Neville very well, but he had a lot of friendships with Neville's parents. They were both key members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they had done a lot of things together, and if he hadn't been wronged in Azkaban for so long, he would have definitely come to visit them at least occasionally over the years.

"Yes, it's my grandmother......" Neville nodded, but quickly pursed his lips again and said softly, "If I had mustered up the courage earlier, maybe it wouldn't have been like this." ”

Sirius naturally didn't know what Neville was going through. So he just reached out and patted Neville's head and said in a deep voice:

"Anyway, stay in St. Mungo's for now! It's a lot safer here than outside...... Your grandma will be fine, trust St. Mungo's healer. ”

However, before the words fell, both of them felt a slight vibration coming from under them.

Sirius frowned slightly, and then walked up his leg to the stairs - he needed to find out what was going on.

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