This catastrophe for London, just by means of a spell to restore the city's buildings, lasted until the next morning, not to mention the large number of residents who needed to revise their memories.

Overnight, the citizens were still immersed in the joy of the aftermath of the disaster, but they didn't know that the soldiers were leading them to the level of erasing their memories.

Once they had lined up through the makeshift tents, they would forget all about the terrible experience, and they would never remember any "monsters" or "magic" again.

Although this is definitely not a bad thing for them, it ......

Seeing them coming out of the back of the tent one after another, with a look of trance and doubt on their faces, Maca, as a bystander, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disobedience in her heart.

The work of clearing the memories continued for a long time, and even if the wizards of the International Federation of Wizards joined later, it still took a long time to complete.

However, since the soldiers in charge of maintaining order also need to adjust their memories later, they will probably have to continue to hold on for a while!

"Maca, you haven't eaten for almost a day and a night, have you? Come and eat a bit......"

The hall on the first floor of St. Mungo's has now been completely turned into a temporary shelter camp, and Maca has basically been here to help treat the injured in addition to helping repair the city during this time.

For those dark creatures that resemble Dementors, he provides the right treatment direction for St. Mungo's healers, and to be honest, it really helps everyone.

At this moment, Maca was sitting in a corner of the crowded hall, removing the last part of the fire poison from a wizard who had been burned by that strange black flame.

As for Kingsley, who had also endured this kind of flame to scorch his soul, he had now entered the normal recovery stage.

It's a pity that a large part of the injured are directly devoured by monsters, and even he can't do anything about that kind of injury.

There is nothing that can be done except to watch the part of the people who are obviously still breathing waiting to die.

"It's okay, I've already drunk potions...... Just eat it! ”

With a slight swing of her fingers, the bandage soaked in nourishing potions flew and wrapped around the wounded's legs, and after a delicate knot, Maca turned to look back at Hermione, who had come looking for him.

"The buildings and roads of London have been restored to their original state this morning, so go home all of you! Well...... For those of you who live in the city of London, I would like to advise you to move with your family to live elsewhere for a while......"

At this, he shrugged his shoulders again.

"Including your family."

"I'm ......," Hermione pursed her lips and paused before saying, "yes...... What about you? ”

"Me?"

Maca said as she cleaned up the potions bottles that had been placed on the spot:

"You know, Scrimgeour and Akinbad still need my help - although they have done their best to finish it this time, and even the Queen and the British government are fully assisting, but such a big move cannot be completely hidden."

Their concealment is temporary, and even this "temporary" is the precious time that was previously compensated for by Maca's efforts.

And then, they should use this short time to obscure the facts as much as possible.

"Rumors are inevitable," Hermione listened as she listened, and couldn't help but ponder along Maca's train of thought, "depending on all kinds of official and unofficial explanations, it's not enough to control the public's hearing, right?" ”

Maca shook her head, then stood up and patted the hem of her robe, and casually continued:

"It's not enough to just 'explain'...... I've asked President Akinbad to spread some of the truth. Of course, it's thrown out in the middle of a lot of similar statements! ”

Either way, the whole of London has returned to normal. And now that everything has been restored, the so-called "truth" will easily be dismantled, and unwitting Muggles will only talk about it as an exaggerated story.

Sometimes it's true or false, who can tell?

"Alright, I should go upstairs to see Old Lady Longbottom......" Putting the topic on hold for now, Maca gave Hermione a slightly regretful smile, "I hope the old lady can make it!" Otherwise, I'm afraid Neville won't be able to hold on...... It's rare that his performance this time is so good! ”

Neville left St. Mungo with Sirius, and his actions were undoubtedly incomprehensible to most people.

But Maca could somewhat understand that Neville, who had found courage, was doing it in his own way...... No, it's praying for the badly injured grandmother in the way of the Longbottom family.

After that, Maca also saw the majestic silver lion in the streets. And when he knew that it was Neville's patron saint, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Like Harry, the boy referred to in the prophecy, Neville was so inconspicuous most of the time, but no matter what, he proved himself with his hard work and courage.

A lion patronus like Gryffindor is enough to say a lot.

……

Moments later, the Spell Injury Ward on the fifth floor.

"Maka, you're here."

As soon as he arrived at the door, Sirius, who was sitting at the end of Kingsley's bed, greeted him, and Kingsley, who was half-leaning on the bed, smiled a little reluctantly.

"Don't laugh, you don't look much better now than you cry."

Maca waved her hand, then turned the corner and walked straight to the bed farther away.

"Neville, let's go, it's time to check."

"Hmm."

The tall young man didn't seem to be in a good state, and when he saw Maca coming, he only responded weakly, and then silently stepped aside.

When Maca was ready to proceed with the examination, he added with a pout:

"Maca...... Thanks, sorry for the trouble. ”

Back in the sight of Old Lady Longbottom, Neville was still out running around with Sirius. By the time he returned to St. Mungo, Maca had already re-treated the old lady.

The level of the previous therapist in charge was still very good, at least in the case of serious injuries, and he still hung the old lady's life.

It's a pity that although the body damaged by the close-up smashing spell is easy to repair, the brain damage caused by excessive blood loss is a problem that magic can't solve well.

It didn't take long for Maca to retract her right hand and turn around and tapped Neville on the shoulder.

"Don't be around your grandma all day with a sad face, your mood will affect her recovery," he admonished without shying away, "show the faith you had when you fought the monsters." ”

With that, despite Neville's stunned appearance, Maca bypassed the old lady's hospital bed and went straight to Kingsley's bed.

"Is that the right thing you can say? I don't understand the feelings of others...... "Kingsley asked in a whisper as he looked sideways at Neville, who was still distracted.

But Marka shook her head.

"At least I don't think he needs the understanding of others right now—Sirius, you've fought with Neville, you should know what I mean, right?"

Sirius on the side thought about it and couldn't help but nod his head.

"Listen to you...... Well, now that kid doesn't lack will, he just lacks someone to give him some advice. ”

When his grandmother was seriously injured this time, Neville changed a lot. For him, the change came too suddenly.

To put it bluntly, he just needs to adapt to his current self.

"So, Sirius, you look at him a little bit during this time." While examining Kingsley's soul, Maca said casually, "As long as he can settle all the gains this time, we will have a new combat force that has both potential and is extremely reliable." ”

By the time Maca had finished his routine check-up on Kingsley, and when he turned around to leave the room, he saw Neville seem to have regained his strength.

Looking at his honest but determined face, Maca was secretly happy for him.

"Maca!"

At the moment when he passed by the end of the old lady's hospital bed and was about to walk out of the ward, Neville suddenly walked up to him and spoke very seriously:

"Thank you so much...... Whether or not Grandma wakes up, I have to thank you. If you hadn't come in time, Grandma would have ...... long ago."

"Don't say that, St. Mungo's healer...... What's his name? In short, he has a lot of credit for it, and he is the one who did everything he could to keep your grandmother's life alive. ”

As she spoke, Maca put her hand on Neville's shoulder, a smile on her face.

"Besides, we were good friends who walked around Hogwarts at night and were punished together in the Forbidden Forest! Isn't it a matter of course to help your grandma with treatment? ”

Before the words fell, before the memories and emotions in Neville's heart could be revealed, he took the first step and said:

"Alright, let's go and stay with grandma! I still have something to do, I have to go down......"

With that, Maca stopped the ink and turned away cleanly, holding Neville's gratitude to herself.

Kingsley and Sirius on the other end couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly when they saw this.

Sometimes, it's not a good thing to be too good at people.

Just like Kingsley and Sirius at the moment, they can be said to know a lot about Maca, but at this moment, they can't see that Maca's performance just now is sincere? Or is it deliberate.

"I hope it really did." Kingsley whispered.

Across from him, Sirius was quick to relent.

"Think of Dumbledore from the past! I think...... That's true! ”

Maka, who was going downstairs, didn't know that the two were discussing herself, and he was still busy thinking about where he had to go in the future!

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