At night, Lan Ke, who checked the inventory of various materials in his pocket, found that the inventory of spiritual thickener in his spirit pocket was only enough to use it for half a month.

"That's right, there's not much of this stuff in stock."

If it weren't for the fact that Diongo Gustafsson's spirit and soul could not withstand the onslaught from Grindelwald and the other two saints, he would not have taken out the potion and used it like this.

Psychotropic thickener is a potion created by Orchid with special raw materials and production methods, which cannot be obtained through ordinary channels. And when it comes to healing mental spell damage and strengthening spiritual souls, it has an unrivaled effect.

Wednesday, that is, tomorrow, there is no class schedule, Ranko thought about it and decided to find an opportunity to collect raw materials and make a batch of them in the next two days.

Mental thickeners will be in demand for a bit of a while in the next period of time, and it has been half a century since he last went to collect materials, so he should have saved a lot now.

However, there is no need to worry about the shortage of raw materials.

As for St. Mungory's unlucky wizards, who were probably already lying down, he didn't think there were many surprises, and the matter would soon be over.

The invisible and inaudible thing is powerful, but it is still quite fragile in itself. Once it is discovered that it has polluted other people's minds, the International Confederation of Wizards' treatment of it will definitely rise to one or two levels, and then it will not work by relying on this method of polluting other people's mental states.

It will even be watched over by the magical life of the International Federation of Wizards.

There is always a way to deal with it, the Special Operations Department of the International Federation of Wizards is quite familiar with this kind of thing, and St. Mungo's treatment level has always been at the forefront of the industry, there is no reason why it can't handle this kind of thing.

"Go collect the raw materials of the mental thickener tonight, well, and the team in New Zealand will have to find a way to deal with it, at least get that phoenix in hand......"

Oreo's question was not urgent, but the New Zealand Quidditch team's sloppy move with him was always a little unpleasant.

While there is nothing wrong with what they do, it would be stupid for anyone to ask the last sentence they have all said truthfully. However, once he encountered this incident, Ranko felt that even if he understood this, he still thought that these plays were not polite.

It is not difficult to see that the reputation of the Malfoy family is not very useful to those wizards in New Zealand.

Then he will play in person, and there will always be a solution.

He made up his mind and took a half-day class in the afternoon, but Professor Danlin found him after the afternoon dark arts class.

"There is a letter from St. Mungo, forwarded by the Norwegian Ministry of Magic."

"I'm in trouble." Ranco reached for the letter, which had a bone and a wand crossed to form a fire paint, took it apart casually, skimmed through it, and slipped it into his pocket.

"Looks like the teacher misses me a lot."

"Teacher?" Professor Danlin raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm." Ranko nodded.

Durmstrang had investigated Ranko Malfoy's identity and had a general idea of the people he had come into contact with.

Professor Danlin remembers that Professor Malfoy had worked at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for a while, but this was not noted in the investigation as a 'teacher' as he referred to as 'teacher'.

"Dean Bohan, I think you should know Professor Danlin." There is no need to hide this kind of thing: "But the teacher just pointed me out in some places, we didn't get along for long, and there were very few people who knew about our relationship." ”

Ranko smiled, "Looks like I'm going to England, the teacher wants to ask me something, I hope it's not time for the Ministry of Magic to get off work yet." ”

Professor Danlin blinked, "The fireplace in the East Tower connects to the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Okay."

He had written a letter to the dean of St. Mungo, knowing that it would be a matter of time before he would go to St. Mungo, but it was strange that someone who had sent him yesterday had sent him a letter today.

No matter what Ranko thinks, he will save those people first, and Dean Bohan will not have this kind of awareness.

Is there still a problem?

After postponing his evening outing, Ranko first went to the Norwegian Ministry of Magic through the East Tower fireplace, and then crossed the border to the British Ministry of Magic with Professor Durmstrang's certificate.

Fortunately, the staff of the Ministry of Magic had not yet gotten off work at this point, and the Ministry of Magic did not embarrass him too much according to the normal process of Ranko, so he let him pass through the magic fireplace and come to the St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital.

"I didn't expect to be back here one day."

Looking at the St. Mungo's Magical Injuries Hospital, which was busy day and night, Ranko sighed silently and walked in.

"Little wizard, please give your wand to your uncle."

However, as he passed through the entrance to St. Mungo, Ranko was stopped by the security guards at the door.

The security wizard thought it was a family member of a patient in the hospital, but the monitoring spell told him that the child had a wand reaction.

In response, Ranko took out a certificate of work from the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries and shook it in front of the other party.

"I'm a therapist at the hospital."

The wizard looked at the old version of the proof of work, frowned and glanced up and down at the child in front of him, and looked completely disbelieving: "Where are your parents, and don't mess with the things at home." ”

But why does this kid's name look so familiar? People from the Malfoy family?

The wizard was still thinking when he saw an old man in a white robe walk out of the courtyard, and he hurriedly stepped forward: "Dean Bohan." ”

"Hmm."

Dean Bohan glanced around and saw the blonde boy smiling at him, only to his stomach.

Dean Bohan: ......

"Dean Bohan, long time no see." Ranko smirked.

"Mr. Malfoy, come in." Dean Bohan didn't show any emotion, waved his hand to signal that the security didn't care, and brought the person in.

Naturally, the security wizard wouldn't stop their dean, but when Ranko passed by, he couldn't help but mutter, "Could it be that it's really the therapist of our hospital?" ”

But, where did such a small therapist come from?

After officially entering St. Mungory, neither Dean Bohan nor Ranko had any intention of speaking rashly.

Walking all the way, the two of them walked to the dean's office on the sixth floor, and then the two stopped.

"Need lemon tea? Or fruit juice? ”

"Juice, thank you."

St. Mungo's dean's office was not small, with a soft brown-and-yellow carpet on the floor, and bookshelves crammed into books on three walls. There is a fresh medicinal fragrance in the air here, which gives people a feeling of relaxation and joy after smelling it for a long time.

"It looks like your taste hasn't changed, Dean."

There are two sofas in the office, and when the two of them sit down, the house-elf fills up with a glass of warm water and a glass of ice juice.

Ranko picked up his glass of iced juice, but didn't drink it.

"Malfoy." Dean Bohan said leisurely, "Don't you have anything to talk to your teacher?" ”

"Long time no see, teacher, are you okay...... But I don't think you want to hear that, so what do you want to hear? Ranko put down his glass and sat upright, the smile on his face unchanged.

Dean Bohan looked at the blonde boy in front of him, unable to say anything for a moment.

After a long time, he sighed: "You are still the same." ”

A look of refusing to communicate, refusing to play the emotional card, and I don't know who I learned.

Ranko was noncommittal, "If you have no problem, Dean, I think we should go and see the patient?" In such a hurry to get me back, don't you just want to have a long talk with me? ”

For the director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses, Ranko's impression has always stayed on the time he was in St. Mungo.

There is no doubt that as a healer of Munger Bohan, a descendant of the founder of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the current director is of a top-notch standard.

Although he had enough knowledge and experience back then, he still looked too young in front of this kind of international master. And the reason why this person can become his teacher is nothing more than one thing.

'Black magic healing'.

The theoretical basis and many assumptions of this new treatment system he founded have the shadow of this Dean Bohan behind the scenes.

Otherwise, even if he is a traverser with a golden finger with strong auxiliary ability, he will not be able to improve the entire black magic healing system in a short period of time. Later, the international issue of the black magic treatment system was also taken out by this master, and it was legalized.

Dean Bohan is his mentor and Bole, and has helped him a lot, but Ranko will never have a heart-to-heart with this dean.

To be precise, he never had a heart-to-heart with anyone.

"People always change, and no one stays where they are forever." Ranko thought of something from the past and wanted to divert the subject, "What about those wizards?" Let's take a look at their situation first. ”

Dean Bohan seemed to have sensed his intentions, and a trace of uncertainty flashed in his eyes: "Those wizards won't have problems anytime soon, Malfoy, I'm just worried about you, why do you always have to turn people away thousands of miles away?" ”

Turning people away from thousands of miles away?

Ranko pondered for a moment, and he smiled again: "You're too worried, I don't have anything to worry about." ”

Rejecting people from thousands of miles away is completely about protecting oneself and others, and has no other meaning.

"Even if Grindelwald's death curse still stays on you?"

Dean Bohan looked directly at the student in front of him and said in a deep voice, "I am also a therapist. ”

I'm also a therapist and I've seen you before...... At Hogwarts, lying cold on a hospital bed.

Grindelwald's death curse was terrifying, and Professor Dumbledore had already checked on Ranko Malfoy's condition, and in line with what Dean Bohan, who had arrived later, he was dead.

Now, Ranko Malfoy is resurrected in this way, and no matter what kind of magic he uses, the price must be not small.

Magic is equivalent, and the stronger the magic, the more so.

In the face of international powers, some situations may not be hidden, even if they are well hidden.

Therapists like them, just by looking at the cases of patients they have seen stacked up as high as a hill, what kind of curse they have fallen into, what kind of injuries they have suffered, for them can be seen at a glance.

"Grindelwald...... The spell that guy used on you was dangerous, very dangerous, I don't know how you suppressed that death curse, but you're not in a good state right now. ”

Even when the two of them were some distance apart, Dean Bohan could smell the rotting smell of manic mungeons from the Egyptian pyramids in the air.

That's a curse.

"I think I know better than you do." Ranko said in a warm voice, still looking like he didn't eat oil and salt.

Dean Bohan sighed, rubbing his head with some pain.

"I thought I was your teacher......"

"You are indeed my teacher, that's right, I respect you, and so do the Malfoy family."

Looking at the shrunken version of the student in front of him, Dean Bohan didn't know what to say for a while.

Say he doesn't know what to do?

He knew the young therapist from the moment he met him.

It would be quite pleasant to have an academic discussion with him, but when it comes to other things, I don't know how many people think Malfoy's incomprehensible appearance makes him hateful.

But Malfoy's talent was truly terrifying.

No one knew what Malfoy thought, not even Professor Dumbledore, and he back then.

The proposal of the Dark Arts Healing System did surprise and surprise Dean Bohan, but he also vaguely noticed that Malfoy was probably pursuing much more than what he had revealed.

Dean Bohan had always wanted to talk to his students, but something happened that happened and the incident has continued to this day.

He didn't know what the student in front of him was trying to do, even now.

After this, Dean Bohan asked some more questions, and Ranko listened to the answers, answering those who could answer, and smiling and not speaking if they couldn't.

This is a reunion of master and apprentice that was destined to break up unhappily from the beginning.

Coming out of the Dean's office, Ranco and Dean Bohan went to the fourth floor, the Spell Damage Section.

"Your proof of work I'll have someone replace it later, Malfoy, St. Mungo...... You are always welcome. ”

Ranko smiled, not paying attention.

Even after half a century, the internal structure of St. Mungo has not changed much.

After turning around, Ranko walked to a hospital room, and could see that there were many healers and wizards inside, and those wizards should be the wizards of the International Wizengamot and the International Federation of Wizards.

"Looks serious?"

Ranko was a little surprised by this situation, and he felt that with the standard of treatment of St. Mungo, it was impossible to spend the night still like this.

"The seeds of mental contamination are deep and have begun to spread, and now that the situation has stabilized, Therapist Marty is trying to figure out a solution."

Dean Bohan explained.

The two of them walked into the ward, and several wizards from the International Wizengamot inside walked over quickly when they saw Dean Bohan entering.

One was Judge Katyev, the other was an old man with a long beard.

He is the former's superior, Justice Zedin Yeager.