"How can there be so many people here, and is there no other magical hospital in Austria?"

Elena pushed her way through the crowd and pulled the other three little girls over to Grindelwald, whining in a whisper.

It was the first time she had been back here since Salk had been established, and she had intended it to be similar to the Muggle hospital outside, not like that......

Elena frowned slightly, glancing at the crowded arcade hall of the hospital.

I have to say that this was completely beyond her original expectations.

The stark contrast between the hot medical situation and the deserted streets outside Salzburg is stark.

You know, it's a normal working day, and it's not a metropolis like London.

Elena really can't imagine what this newly established listed hospital will be crowded into if it were a weekend or holiday, or after some accident - according to the current momentum, the three development policies of "building high walls, accumulating grain, and slowly becoming king" that she specially formulated before have failed from the beginning!

"How many hospitals do you think there are in the wizarding world?"

Grindelwald glanced at the white-haired ball beside him and said with a strange expression.

"There is only one Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the whole of England, and even Hogwarts has a maximum of one or two healers per class, and most of the time it usually takes years for a new healer to appear. I thought ...... I mean, isn't that something that people with a little common sense can think of?"

"Huh? wait—"

Elena blinked and looked back at the crowd behind her.

As Grindelwald answered, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart, and she suddenly realized that she might have overlooked some very important points—such as the backwardness of the wizarding world's infrastructure, transportation, and talent problems.

"How many magical hospitals are there in Europe, including those after the collapse of the Soviet Union?"

"If you count this one, there are a total of six licensed magic hospitals, and it is the first one in Austria - to obtain the corresponding qualifications in half a year, and to have enough qualified therapists, which is not something that ordinary people can do. ”

Grindelwald straightened up proudly, his eyes shining with a strange light.

He looked around, the peacock-blue arcade dome inlaid with glittering golden symbols, slowly flickering and changing, like stars beyond the distant firmament, the elf-forged probe embedded in the center of the wall, the sigil flickering gently every time a wizard popped out of the fireplace, casting a faint point of light on the dome.

Leprechauns, Wizarding Federation, Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Healers Guild......

As the original Dark Lord, he didn't have as much support as he does today when he founded Nurmengard.

"This is probably one of the safest places in the wizarding world today, and most of the British and American ministries of magic can't compare to it. Guaranteed by the International Federation of Wizards, Legendary Healer ...... St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses is only slightly better in history, and it would be strange if it were deserted, right?"

Grindelwald asked, somewhat confused, as he led the girls towards the end of the arcade.

"Isn't it one of your long-standing goals to establish a new medical concept, a medical care system, to challenge those old and outdated magical hospitals, and become the world's top weather vane?"

"Ah......h

Elena opened her mouth and looked at the bustling hospital hall with some confusion.

Before arriving here, Elena was worried about the possible lack of patients in the hospital.

After all, relying on the transfer of St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital is not a long-term solution, and she is even considering whether to let Lemay create a batch of "Tom Riddle" clones first to use in some consumable medical experiments and research.

According to her idea, it was just a simple way to make a secret and shady scientific research base, secretly study the new medical field after the combination of magic and science, and by the way, find a way to go through the back door to hang up, so that she could obtain the qualification of a healer in advance, how could she suddenly become the future medical pillar of the wizarding world for some reason?

This style of painting and plot development...... Something seems wrong?

At the same time, Joe Annis, who was at the front of the line, also came to the end of the arcade.

Several young witches stood behind a table marked "Registration and Cashier", uniformly dressed in plain white wizards' robes.

Behind them, there was a row of enclosed office areas, where dozens of bespectacled goblins were burying their heads in tall papers, writing records quickly, and the walls were filled with all kinds of precautions and instructions—

【Artifact Accident Division】......... (Crucible explosion, wand misfire, broom collision, etc.)

【Bio-Damage Division】......... (Stings, burns, punctures, etc.)

【Strange Bacterial Infection】......... (Infectious diseases such as dragon pox, disappearance, lymphatic mycitis, etc.)

【Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning】......... (rash, nausea, laughing, etc.)

Spell Damage Section......... (Spells that can't be removed, spells that are used incorrectly, etc.)

[If you don't know which subject to go to, can't speak normally, or can't remember why you're here, our receptionist is willing to help - special note: there is a fee for miracles and magic, and if you forget to bring cash, don't worry, Gringotts Wizarding Bank can provide an unsecured loan on the spot - it does not support Zhuo Pot (gold coins issued by American goblins) for the time being]

Joe Annis walked over to the edge of the table and placed the lunch boxes in his hand next to a witch.

"Mavis, hurry up and get something to eat. Today I deliberately asked them to stew the beef for a little longer. ”

"Oh, thank goodness. Joe, it's good to have you...... Mr. Apocalis?!"

The witch looked up, the smile on her face not yet fully blooming, and her eyes fell on the old wizard standing behind Jo Annis, and her voice changed suddenly, like a mouse that had been suddenly stepped on, and it stopped quickly but abruptly.

Mayvis straightened her hair and whispered a little flustered.

"Y-why are you here? Oh no, I mean...... Is there anything I can do for you?"

You know, a large part of the reason why Mavis didn't choose St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital, which is closer to home, but came to Salzburg, Austria, thousands of miles away is because of the old wizard in front of her.

As a trainee therapist who had just passed the exam, she knew the Mr. Apokalis all too well......

Oh no, to be precise, it should be Phillips Orioles de Ofrast Bohmbastz von Hohenheim - one of the greatest healers and alchemists of the Middle Ages, and the story about him almost runs through the history of the development of healing magic and healing potions in modern times, and it was from him that the profession of healer appeared in the wizarding world. Fast-eyed reading

After receiving an invitation to be endorsed by the International Federation of Wizards, Mavis turned down St. Mungo's invitation at the first opportunity.

Even if she could only start as a trainee in charge of registration and reception at the front desk, it would be worth it for Mavis to have the slightest chance to meet Mr. Paracelsus.

In fact, most of the therapists in this hospital also came for this reason.

"Shhhh

Grindelwald cocked up his fingers and smiled inscrutablely.

"I'm mainly here to visit Quirrell today, after all, the new semester at Hogwarts has begun, and I still want to bring the students to visit their former professors, as for the research thing......"

After a slight pause, Grindelwald's gaze swept over the face of the young man beside him, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

"Well, huh...... (The old wizard quickly glances at the badge on the witch's chest) ...... Miss Mayvis, if you think you have some energy outside of work, you may want to talk to this Mr. Jo Annis. Many of the reasons why I chose to open a new magical hospital was the knowledge of Muggle doctors. ”

"Muggle doctors, but aren't they...... I understand. ”

Mayvis raised an eyebrow, about to say something.

The witch's gaze wandered between Joe and Grindelwald for a moment, and she swallowed back the words that were about to blurt out.

Before this, Mayvis had heard from a friend that Mr. Paracelsus had made a lot of effort to get the Muggle into the Magical Hospital, and today it was this Muggle who was the guide, and the relationship between the two was obviously extraordinary.

Or to be more precise, Joe Annis's importance in the hospital is clearly no less.

Anyway, Mr. Paracelsus had already given some hints, and as for what this Muggle doctor was good at, she would have time to find out later.

The most important thing at the moment is to behave a little more appropriately and interestingly, and not leave too many bad impressions.

"Quirinus Quirrell?"

Mayvis expertly lifted her fingers and took a small piece of paper from the air.

Only then did Elena and the others notice that there were a lot of similar pieces of paper floating in the air, most of which flew out of the hands of the goblins in the office area in the back, and it was obvious that they should have done the work on behalf of them regarding the patient data index.

Mayvis looked down at the piece of paper in her hand and said with a smile.

"Oh, in G5, Special Care Unit A-2, you're a lot higher than me in terms of authority...... Any part of this hospital is open to you - just follow this piece of paper if you want to take the path. ”

"Follow the paper......," Hannah Abbott asked, looking up a little confused.

Before she could finish her sentence, the small square piece of paper suddenly began to shake like a caught butterfly, flapping its wings and trying to break free from the witch Mayvis's fingers.

"Thank you," Grindelwald whispered with satisfaction, bowing his head slightly, "let's go, boys." ”

I have to say that compared to his original followers, the goblins of Gringotts are too skilled in how to serve the Dark Lord, and this business attitude makes Grindelwald regret a little - he didn't choose to take over the Retro Spirit Pavilion back then, which may also be one of the reasons for the failure of his journey to unify the world.

Following the pieces of paper that turned into butterflies, Elena and the others walked through the arcade and into the narrow corridor.

Portraits of famous healers hang on both sides of the corridors, crystal bubbles with magic candles float on the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles, and in the intricate corridors of the hospital, there are occasional green-robed formal therapists entering and exiting the doorways of each room, interspersed with faint wails or horrific laughter.

Hermione, Hannah, and Luna subconsciously huddled tightly around Elena, looking at their surroundings vigilantly.

No matter what world you're in, hospital corridors are mostly not a place to relax.

In the magical world, all kinds of weird, complex, and dangerous forms of harm and intractable diseases have broken through the boundaries that ordinary humans can recognize and endure, and at the same time, they ...... It's easier to feel uneasy.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, or I'll tell you a joke, right?"

Elena took turns patting the back of the hands of the little wings around her, glanced at Grindelwald quite defiantly, looked at the piece of paper not far away that was diligently guiding them and thought about it, cleared her throat and said with a chuckle.

"In the non-magical world, if you wave a piece of paper in the air with a rope tied to it, it will attract the butterflies. ”

"Huh, really?" asked Luna, blinking, curious.

"But of course," Elena nodded, "because they will courtship the flying pieces of paper as if they were females." ”

"It's stupid, how can there be a creature in this world who treats a piece of paper as a wife. Miss Know-It-All commented indifferently.

"yes, who's to say it's not?"

Elena shrugged her shoulders and said sympathetically.

As a time-traveler from the afterlife, she has seen too many such clumsy vegetable butterflies.

As she spoke, Elena looked thoughtfully at the flying piece of paper.

Maybe......

Transfiguration, binary rewinding reinvention architectures, activation spells, and a little bit of online and offline smart feedback, could she create a more realistic producer in the wizarding world?

On the other hand, the inpatient department of the hospital may be able to try to launch the first wave of mini-games.

Elena's gaze swept over the doors of the wards, and the booming business of Salk's Magical Injury Hospital was completely beyond her expectations. As the de facto majority shareholder of the hospital, she intends to provide some ...... to the patients who are temporarily living in the hospital, considering the boring entertainment of this era A card game that spreads love and joy.

————

————

Big Chapter!Big Chapter!!Woo Woo~

I'm also a vegetable butterfly~ Don't scold, don't scold~