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"There are so many Muggles in London that it's not easy to find a good address to build a hospital. Diagon Alley doesn't have enough land, and it can't be built underground like the Ministry of Magic, which is too unhygienic. Finally they got a place here, on the grounds that sick people could mix in the crowd and come and go. ”

Along the way, George and the others made their way through Muggles, bypassing numerous Muggle shops.

"It's here. Moody said after a while.

In front of him was an old-fashioned red-brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looked dilapidated and deserted, with only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing crooked wigs and different postures, wearing clothes from at least ten years ago.

The dusty doors are hung with large signs that say "closed for renovation".

A tall woman with a large bag passed by and looked down at her companion and said, "This place has never been opened, and the landlord must be crazy." ”

"Here,"

Tonks beckoned them to a shop window, where there was only a particularly ugly female dummy, with false eyelashes falling off, and wearing a green nylon dress. "Are you all ready?"

Everyone nodded and moved closer to her. Tonks leaned closer to the window and looked up at the ugly dummy, exhaling a blur of glass, "Hello, we're coming to see Arthur Weasley." ”

Then, I saw the dummy nod slightly and beckoned the connected fingers. Tonks grabbed Ginny and Mrs. Weasley by the arms and disappeared through the glass.

The others followed, stepping into the glass and vanishing.

The bustling crowd in the distance, no one had time to glance at such an ugly window of Taotao Company. No one noticed that several people had just suddenly melted into the air.

The ugly dummy and where she stood were gone.

George: They seemed to be in a crowded waiting room, with rows of witches and witches sitting on rickety wooden chairs.

Some of them looked normal, reading an outdated issue of Witch Weekly. Others have horrific deformities, such as an elephant's trunk or an extra hand on their chest.

It can be seen that most of them are accidents due to the use of the wrong potion.

The corridors of the hospital are not much quieter than the streets, because there are many patients making very strange noises.

In the middle of the front row, a sweaty witch fanned a copy of the Daily Prophet, constantly screeching and spitting steam.

A scruffy wizard in the corner struck like a bell, and his head shook horribly at each ring, and he had to grab his ears and hold it steady.

Wizards and wizards in green robes walked among the waiters, asking questions and taking notes on their clipboards. They had a badge embroidered on their chests, a wand and a cross made of bones.

"These are the healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical Wounded and Wounded. ”

Tonks introduced to everyone.

"This way!"

Mrs. Weasley joined a queue in the corner and shouted at them.

They followed her in a line, and a chubby blonde witch sat at a table marked "Information Desk". The wall behind her was plastered with notices and posters, such as a clean cauldron to prevent potions from turning into poison, and antidotes that were not to be used indiscriminately, and were to be approved by a qualified healer.

There is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver hair hanging down on the wall. It states: Dalyse Derwente, St. Mungo's healer (1722-1741) Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)

Talis was scrutinizing them, as if counting the numbers.

Then, with a slight wink, she stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

At the head of the line was a young wizard who was dancing a strange quick-step dance. He cried out in pain as he tried to explain his predicament to the witch behind the table.

"Yes..... Oh..... The shoes my brother gave me..... Ouch..... It's biting my ..... Oh..... Foot..... Look, there must be ..... on it Yes..... Spells, I ..... Yes..... Can't take it off....."

He took turns dancing on both feet, as if dancing on hot coals.

"Shoes don't get in the way of reading, do they?"

The blonde witch impatiently pointed to the large sign on the left side of the table and said, "You need to go to the Spell Damage Section on the fifth floor, the sign says it." Next!"

The wizard limped aside, and the team took another step forward.

By this time, they were able to see the signage.

Artifact Accident Division.... 1st floor (crucible explosion, wand fire, broom collision, etc.)

Biological Injury Section.... 2nd floor (stings, burns, punctures, etc.)

Department of Strange Bacterial Infections.... 3rd floor (infectious diseases such as dragon pox, disappearance, lymphatic mycitis)

Department of Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning .... 4th floor (rash, nausea, laughing, etc.)

Spell Damage Section.... 5th Floor (Spells that can't be removed, spells that are used incorrectly, etc.)

Tea room and shop .... Sixth floor

If you don't know which department to go to, can't speak normally, or can't remember what you're coming for, our receptionist is willing to help.

An aging wizard with a flared hearing aid slowly rubbed in front of him, "I've come to visit Broderick Bodder!" he said with an asthmatic voice.

"Forty-nine, but I'm afraid you're wasting your time," replied the witch casually, "he's completely confused, and he's still thinking he's a teapot??next!"

A weary wizard clung to his little daughter's feet and neck, a pair of large feathered wings growing from the back of her pantyhose flapping beside his head.

"Fifth floor. The witch said wearily without asking, and the man walked out through the double doors beside him with his daughter in his arms, as if holding a peculiar balloon,

"Next!"

Mrs. Weasley walked over to the table. "Hello, my husband Arthur Weasley changed wards this morning, excuse me?"

"Arthur Weasley?"

The witch ran her finger down a long list, "Oh, second floor, second door on the right, Deluwellyn's ward." ”

"Thank you. Mrs. Weasley turned around and said, "Follow me." ”

They followed her through the double doors and through a narrow hallway flanked by portraits of famous healers, crystal bubbles filled with candles floating on the ceiling that looked like giant soap bubbles.

There were wizards in green robes coming in and out of each door, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and a faint wailing could be heard from time to time.

They ascended the stairs and entered the Biological Injury Unit, where the second door on the right read "Dangerous" De Luewellyn Ward: Severe Bites.

On the bottom of the card, which is framed with a bronze frame, bears the words "Chief Healer: Hebrakratsmerszek;

"Let's wait outside, Molly," said Tonks, "Arthur can't see too many people at a time, and the family should be first." ”