By the time Professor Danlin had passed through the fireplace in the East Tower to connect to the outside world, he had routinely amnesticized the two of them before sending them out of Durmstrang and back again.

"Regarding the object of the black magic purge, please send Professor Danlin to the International Wizengamot for review later."

Professor Danlin nodded, and the two of them sat down on the couch again.

St. Mungo's is the only large, comprehensive magical injury and illness hospital in the wizarding world, and they have a comprehensive approach to examination and treatment. This is not comparable to the Magical Injury Hospital in Norway and other magical Injury Hospitals.

Ranko suggested that anyone who had come into contact with the statue should visit St. Mungo, suspecting that they had been quietly tainted by the spirit.

The personality will be distorted, the spirit will be crazy, and there may be many things that normal people can't do.

Thinking of what he had imprisoned in his mind, Professor Malfoy smiled softly at the fact that he was already familiar with this kind of thing.

Oh, mourn for a second for those poor wizards.

During this period, Professor Dan Lin carefully looked at the information given by Ranke, and only then raised his head after comparing it, "Professor Malfoy, how is the investigation?" ”

She was talking about the saints in the school.

"Everything is normal, including the student dormitory in the West Tower, and for the time being, we can't find out what the students are carrying."

"To say the object of my greatest suspicion." Ranko's voice was lowered, and he pretended to be mysterious: "I think Professor Merino has a problem, Professor Danlin, you may be able to start with this." ”

Of course, it is not known what the person who said this thought in his heart.

Hearing Professor Merino's name, Professor Danlin was not surprised, nodded and motioned for Professor Malfoy to leave.

Ranko left the East Tower and did not return to the castle, but went straight back to the North Tower, locking himself in his room.

He used the weird book to pull out a mummy yin first, removed a piece of 'skin' from his body, and let those yellow-green shrouds wrap around munmy-yin's body, and then took out the roster and called out the school's will.

‘？？ ’

The school's will appeared silently, she obviously had no facial features, but it gave people the impression that she was trying to think about why the professors of the school could shout at her.

"Let's take a look at this first."

Ranko didn't talk too much nonsense, taking his wand and pulling the mark of the statue out of his head, and then throwing it into Mu Muyin's hollowed-out head.

Borrowing a wand and strange magic, the ball-shaped, full of eyes, and a big mouth that seemed to be able to split itself in half, floated illusory in Mu Muyin's head.

And just existing, Mu Mu Yin, who had been dead for thousands of years, actually moved.

Its body trembled, and its rotten and withered arms seemed to want to be raised, but they were wrapped in layers of yellow-green shrouds on its body, and only a dry face was exposed, and it had long lost its eyes, and it could see the skull with bones in its head.

The school's will floated over, and Mu No-Yin, who had no facial features and no eyeballs, could directly see the situation in his head.

With a single glance, the monster let out a silent scream, followed by a poof, and the mummy himself was frozen into hard, brittle ice.

'Where did it come from?' ’

The school's will Shi Shiran was floating in mid-air, and Ranko glanced at the munified mummy Yin who was exuding cold air, and was quite regretful: "I don't know, what the International Federation of Wizards recycled should be similar to yours." ”

The school will also belongs to the existence that cannot be seen or heard, and when you see her, if there is no high-intensity brain occlusion, the information of the school will that the brain can't process it at all, and it will directly burn the whole head.

It's almost the same as going crazy.

'......' school shook his body and seemed to be ready to leave immediately.

'The power that remains is not strong. ’

"Of course I know it's not very strong." Ranco touched his chin and was glared at by the will of the school, how strong can something that dissipate?

"I want to ask, do you have a good relationship with the magical life of the International Wizarding Federation?"

The International Confederation of Wizards was founded less than the founding time of Durmstrang because of its particularity, and the magical life cultivated by wizards at that time provided a strong help for the International Confederation of Wizards to gain a foothold in the wizarding world.

So, will there be a connection between Durmstrang's one who belongs to the same magical life and the one who is the International Federation of Wizards?

After all, they are all rare.

Hearing this, the school's will instantly understood what her dear Professor Malfoy was thinking.

'If you want to steal it, I won't help. ’

"How can this be called stealing?" Can the business of a scholar be called stealing?

Besides, he was just helping the International Confederation of Wizards deal with something they couldn't handle for the time being, and he wasn't trying to grab it.

The school looked at Professor Malfoy speechlessly, dropped a sentence of 'no communication, no contact' and left directly.

"It's really cold, as a rare magical life in the world, shouldn't it be the most basic etiquette to hang out with each other......

Ranko took a moment's heck, casually glanced at the useless Mu Mu Yin, burned it clean, and then went out again to see what his dear students were doing now.

You can't be lazy, right?

People can't, at least shouldn't.

——

Judge Kateev did not return directly to the International Wizengamot.

After hesitating for a moment at the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, he gritted his teeth and informed the Supreme Judge of Wizengamot, Norway, and after he conveyed Professor Durmstrang's reminder, he ignored the surprised gazes of the wizards around him, dragged Officer Akkot, who was controlled by the spell, with his wand, and walked directly to the magic fireplace that could be crossed and moved between the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Magic.

"Sir, your pass."

The wizard on duty at the Norwegian Ministry of Magic today is Mr. Larry Russell, who was born in Durmstrang and is an exorcist at the Norwegian Ministry of Magic.

Seeing a suspicious person, he put down his conversation with his colleague and walked over quickly, stopping Judge Kajiev, who wanted to go to the British Ministry of Magic through the fireplace.

Judge Katyev naturally does not have a cross-border permit, and usually this kind of certificate needs to be applied for in advance, but today's incident happened suddenly, and he could only use the certificate of the rotating judge of the International Wizengamo to forcibly open the way.

Ever since being seen by the professor of dark arts, Officer Akkot's state has become more and more wrong.

Therefore, he could only speed up, and after ignoring Larry Russell's obstruction, he led the person into the flames with a brisk step, and with the flames rising, his body twisted, and instantly reached the British Ministry of Magic.

There were also many people in the British Ministry of Magic at this time, seeing the wizard wearing the international Wizengamot wizard robe walking out of the fireplace, and there was a humanoid object floating behind him, they all got out of the way, watching the other party step into the fireplace again and teleport away.

The invention of the magic fireplace has greatly reduced the burden on wizards who can't use phantom migration, at least so that they don't have to fly through the sky on a broomstick for days and nights every time they travel.

It's a fast and safe way to get around.

Judge Kateev moved quickly, and led the person directly through the magic fireplace into the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the only large-scale comprehensive magical injury hospital in the United Kingdom, which can also be said to be the wizarding world.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries was founded in London, England by Mungo Bohan at the end of the 16th century.

The symbol of the hospital is a bone and a wand stacked on top of each other, and the healers inside have undergone rigorous training and have extensive knowledge related to magical medicine and magical injuries, and can easily solve most of the magical injuries and many incurable diseases in the wizarding world.

Among them, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is the most well-known and controversial department is the Spell Injuries Unit located on the fourth floor.

It is a permanent home to many patients who have suffered permanent physical damage due to evil dark magic, and the Longbottoms, who were once members of the Order of the Phoenix and were tortured to madness by the Death Eaters with the Mind Curse, live on this level.

And the reason why it is controversial is precisely because there is a point in its treatment plan, 'black magic treatment'.

The 'Dark Magic Healing System', proposed by healer Ranko Malfoy, is now a form of magical healing based on the Curse of the Dark Arts, which is now officially incorporated into the medical protocols of the Curse Damage Section, the Potions and Plant Poison Section, but the main one is to treat patients who have been subjected to Dark Magic and have been reversibly affected.

Because of this, many wizards in the Spell Damage Department often watch in horror as their attending healer gives them a wand with a wand, which is also the daily routine of St. Mungo's Magical Injuries Hospital.

St. Mungo's Magical Injuries Centre is one of the best in the industry in the treatment of dark magic damage, spell damage, potion and drug toxin damage, and many of the healers here are international masters, even in the UK, many wizards come to the clinic because of the lack of turnover.

Judge Kateev came out of the fireplace with Officer Akkot, and he quickly found a therapist in a dark green robe in the reception area on the first floor, took out his Judge on Duty certificate and a letter from the professor of black magic, and whispered:

"I want to see Dean Dieter Bohan."

The witch in the dark green robe looked at Judge Katelev inexplicably, and after noticing the "W" logo on the other party's chest, she was stunned for a moment, looked down at the two items that the other party had given her, and then quickly returned them to Judge Katelev:

"Please come with me."

She then led people through the crowd, and Judge Kateev hurriedly led people to follow.

The witch in the dark green robe walked quickly to the first floor, next to the nurse in the light green robe, and whispered something.

Hearing the therapist's instructions, the nurse immediately came up to Judge Kateev and said, "Please don't place the patient like this, untie the magic on his body, and we'll go to the Spell Damage Department later, and Dean Bohan will come right away." ”

With that, the nurse called in the other nurses, and when Judge Kateev untied the control spell, they quickly dealt with it, teleporting the unconscious Officer Akkot to the Spell Damage Section on the fourth floor with the emergency doorkey that had been placed in the courtyard.

"What's going on?"

The therapist in the Spell Injury Department saw someone coming up from the emergency passage and hurried over to check on the patient.

"Deep fainting, no obvious traces of spells, no psychic magic ......damage found for the time being," the healer reacted quickly, took out his wand and quickly used the detection magic, but strangely found no magical trauma reaction.

Magical Trauma Detection is a method of detecting the retention of magic through special spells, through which the therapist can visually see if there are traces of spells left on the patient's body, and quickly determine the treatment plan.

After all, sometimes an extra second is a lifesaver.

Apparently, however, conventional means could not detect the spell on Officer Akkot.

The healer had to have a few nurses lead the men to the Spell Damage Section while he checked the situation with Judge Kadeev, who had come with him.

"How long ago did the signs appear?"

"Half an hour ago, and before fainting, there was obvious irritability, irritability, and other emotions, and said some nonsense that we couldn't understand."

Judge Kateev quickly repeated the description he had heard from Ranko.

"Psychic magic has affected and has affected mood, causing wizards to experience manic symptoms...... Has the patient been dealt with by another therapist before? ”

Thinking that the magical trauma examination found no problems, the healer asked again.

Judge Kateev nodded, knowing that the dark arts professor he was investigating had previously worked as a healer: "Yes. ”

"It's very good." The therapist complimented, and just as he was placing the person on the hospital bed for further examination, a loud voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"Hmph, he still dares to do it?"

"Dean."

"Dean Bohan."

The therapist and several nurses were stunned, and Judge Kateev looked at him, only to see the director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, who was over 100 years old, with ruddy cheeks and a strong body, walking briskly and walking through the medical history.

The old man has a long white beard, he doesn't look sloppy at all, his body is as tall as a pine and cypress, he walks in the wind, and the white robe on his body marks a range in mid-air, and just looking at his appearance, he doesn't have the vicissitudes of a centenarian at all.

It's just that Judge Kateev inexplicably sensed that there was indescribable anger in the eyes of Dean Bohan.

Not for him, of course.

Without knowing why, Judge Kateev bowed his head and saluted, and said to the healer, who had a very important position in the wizarding world: "Dean Bohan, I am Grusia Kajiev, and this is our colleague in the international police department. ”

Dean Dieter Bohan paused, and when he saw that several people in the ward were looking at him, he smiled, and his face instantly became kind, as if the angry appearance he had before was completely delusional.

He didn't say much, but personally stepped forward to look at the unconscious police officer Akkot, and then said to the therapist next to him:

"There's no problem, I'll arrange it later, the Spell Damage Department will be busy for a while, so that the healers sent out can come back as much as possible."

"Okay, Dean." The therapist nodded, and quickly stepped out, conveying the dean's instructions to his colleagues.

Dean Bohan looked at Judge Katelev, and when the other party didn't know why, he suddenly asked, "Have you seen Malfoy before?" ”

"He's from Malfoyge?"

"Huh?" Judge Katelev was speechless as to why Dean Bohan had mentioned Ranko Malfoy, and he quickly reacted.

Dean Bohan knew Ranko Malfoy.

After all, he was once a healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.