Shopping with girls is definitely a painful thing.

The others Owen didn't know, but he was really uncomfortable.

It's also strange that he had been going back and forth in the Forbidden Forest all night, and it was still a mountain road, or there was no road at all. I didn't feel tired.

But as soon as he stepped into the mall, he didn't take a few steps before he felt back pain and cramps.

Green-eyed just wanted to find a seat to sit down.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that it seemed that all of the four were in high spirits except for him.

Hermione didn't need to say more.

She walked back and forth from men's clothing stores, too, Professor Lupin's robe was tattered, and anyone would think he needed a new one.

As for Harry

He was more excited than Hermione's, after all, the Dursleys weren't going to take him to the mall.

The dazzling array of goods around him had a fatal attraction for him.

It's not that he wants to buy it, but it's curious, those colorful ones are very eye-catching, at least in terms of advertising, Muggles can throw wizards a dozen streets.

Ron looked about the same as Harry.

As for Sirius, it's a coincidence that a motorcycle show is taking place on the first floor of the mall.

Not your average road locomotive, to be exact, but a track sports car show.

Maybe they're going to hold the Tour de France~

"Why has it only been half an hour, obviously I feel like at least half a day has passed."

After walking out of the mall.

Owen couldn't help but complain.

Hermione was holding many bags, except for the things she had bought for Professor Lupin. And some girly stuff.

Owen reckons those should have been bought by Lavender.

Although the relationship between the two of them is not very good, they are always in the same dormitory.

"You should also change the time turner back so that it doesn't feel slow." Hermione glared at him, then reminded.

"It's an extremely dangerous magic item, and you shouldn't keep it."

"It's my stuff that goes into my pocket, and besides, who brought it out to me? It's Fudge, let him ask for it~~~" Owen brushed the broken hair in front of him, tilted his head, and looked proud.

"You~~" Hermione frowned, "Professor Dumbledore just forgot to ask you for this time, wait~~~"

She was about to speak.

But Owen was extremely fast, and he suddenly reached Hermione's ear and whispered a few words.

"Ahem~~~" She suddenly seemed to choke on something, "How could someone as smart as Professor Dumbledore forget such an important thing, he- should have acquiesced." ”

Then she muttered quietly, "I want one-three-six!" ”

"Of course, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard, and his intelligence is unfathomable."

"Impossible, four hours a day!" Owen whispered in response.

"However, he is old after all, I think it would be better for me to remind the professor and confirm this matter!" Hermione said, "At least one day." ”

"He's been very busy lately, and there's an accident on the federation's side, so I can't see him." Owen said, "Don't take Miss Granger, five hours." ”

"Then I'll write to Professor McGonagall, and she'll take care of it."

"A day and a half!"

“？？？” Owen turned his head and glanced at her, is there a temporary price increase for bargaining?

You are unruly!

"I'll bet on a Galleon that you won't have time to write."

"Oh~ I don't believe it." Hermione looked at him with a smirk, "Maybe I'm done?" ”

"Huh? When? ”

"A few days ago!" She glared at Owen triumphantly, as if she had foreseen all this.

"Awesome!" The corners of Owen's mouth twitched slightly, after the constant pressure of this pressure boy, Miss Hermione's growth rate was rapid, and this kind of black-bellied mind was at least slowly shown in the original book until she was in the fifth or sixth grade.

I'm only in the third grade

"One day, my limit is up." He muttered quietly.

"Deal!" She said.

"Hehe—cunning Granger."

"Each other, each other."

A few more blocks.

On the way, under Harry's puzzled eyes, Owen and Hermione had finished pulling each other on the issue of the time turner.

Overall, a good result.

After all, it was useless to put that thing with him, and he wouldn't have a sudden death class like Hermione.

It's nothing to give her a day.

On the street corner, they bought some more fruit.

And when they move forward again.

There were suddenly fewer people around.

It was a pretty abrupt feeling. It's as if they've passed through a curtain.

The surrounding houses have also changed dramatically.

From neon flashes, to abandoned buildings.

"Where's St. Mungo's Hospital?" Harry looked around curiously, "Why don't we just apparilate in?" ”

"This was done when the hospital was first established, but as the number of patients grew, the Ministry of Magic forbade apparition in the hospital, which was prone to accidents." Sirius explained, "As for the location, we're standing at the entrance of the hospital right now. ”

"Hospital?"

Harry looked around curiously.

In the distance, from the outside, it is an old-fashioned red-brick department store.

There is a sign on the gate that says "Closed for Renovation". Other than that, he didn't find any trace of 'magic'.

They moved on.

In front of the department store, there was a stop near a particularly ugly puppet in the doorman's booth.

Finally, Harry noticed something unusual.

The doll - it's too much of a wizarding world

Sirius leaned closer to the window and looked up at the ugly dummy, his exhalation blurring the glass.

"Hello, we're here to visit Lupin. Remus John Lupin. ”

After hearing the sound, the puppet nodded slightly and beckoned the connected fingers.

The next second, they seemed to pass through a layer of cold water, and immediately entered a warm, dry room.

The ugly doll and the place where it stood were nowhere to be seen, and they entered the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

The next second, when the surrounding environment comes back into view.

The young wizards found themselves in a crowded waiting room.

Rows of witches and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs, some looking normal but not in good spirits, others looking very noticeable, with horribly deformed bodies, elephant trunks or extra hands on their chests.

The wizard's hospital seemed to be no different from the Muggle's.

The hustle and bustle was full of screams and strange sounds, noisy and annoying.

Or rather, the wizard's hospital was originally built on the basis of a Muggle hospital.

All kinds of departments, systems, and the like are simply copied as they are.

Owen and Harry looked around curiously.

Harry was living in a Muggle family and had never seen any of these.

Owen hadn't seen it either, and normally he usually sent people in, but he never came in.

In the hall, it was clearly divided into two parts, on one side was the poor wizard who had been mutilated by various transfigurations, for example, the witch with a red face and a head puffed up like a balloon, she kept waving her fan, because her ears were constantly emitting water vapor and whistles, and in the right corner there was a sloppy male wizard, one of his arms merged with the clock, and every time he moved, he made a 'dang dang' sound.

Sitting in the corner, he had to hold his arm tightly to prevent her from making the slightest noise.

On the other side, on the right side of the hall, there was deathly silence.

Rows of seats sat wizards of all stripes.

They all looked normal, all the parts on their bodies were there.

But the expression on his face was even sadder than that on the other side.

"Them." Hermione opened her mouth, as smart as she was, and she understood everything in an instant.

"These are all relatives and friends of the injured wizards in the Battle of Hogsmeade." Sirius said leisurely.

Hearing this, the little wizards nodded slightly.

In the silence, there was a subtle whisper.

"Merlin bless!"

"O Merlin! Please save him! ”

"Merlin is on top, bless him safe."

"The walls of the hospital, the most tears and the most pious prayers I have ever seen." Owen said suddenly.

There was some silence.

The haze of war showed his bloody scene at this moment.

As she spoke, suddenly a sorceress in a green robe hurried through the corridor beside her, and the badge embroidered on her chest was a cross of wand and bone. Holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

"Look at those people, are they doctors?" Harry asked in a whisper.

"That's what Muggle hospitals call a therapist here." Hermione replied, "You need to get a very good grade on the Advanced Wizard Rank Exam to be a profession." As far as I know, at least a few courses in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts are required. ”

"Oh, Potions class, then I guess it's out of the way, Snape won't let me pass!" Harry said, "But you're all right, Hermione!" ”

"Me? I don't want to be a therapist, it's a lot of responsibility, I'm rough in hair, I'm not suitable. Most of the wizards who become healers come from Hufflepuff houses. Hermione glanced up at Owen.

"You're a stereotype!" Owen resisted, "But you're not fit to be a healer, you should be the Minister of Magic." ”

While they were chatting, the witch had already walked up to an old woman.

She whispered something and handed her the parchment in her hand.

Then there was a desolate wail from the whole hall~

The equally silent wizards around him shuddered.

They looked like they were staring at the devil's eyes on the obscure hallway.

Many people had already shed tears at the wail.

The sound upset Owen, and Hermione's eyes reddened.

It is clear that Merlin did not send down his mercy, and he took the child of an innocent mother.

Everyone withdrew their gaze and stopped looking at the heart-wrenching scene.

Then he looked at the instruction sheet and read the text on it: Artifact Accident Section, first floor; Biological Injury Division, 2nd Floor; Department of Strange Bacterial Infections, 3rd Floor; Department of Pharmacy and Plant Poisonology, 4th Floor; Spell Damage Division, 5th Floor; Tea room and shop、6th floor。

"Go to the fifth floor, the wounded and sick of the Hogsmeade battle are on the fifth floor."

"They opened up a separate area."

Sirius led the group through a double door and down a narrow hallway.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with portraits of famous healers, and crystal bubbles filled with candles float on the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles.

"Oh! It's you! Irving. ”

One of the portraits said with some surprise.

It was a man with long silver curls and an amiable look.

The portrait is framed with the depiction of Dalyse Devonte, St. Mungo's healer (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768).

As the most famous headmaster, she has a high reputation in history and has her portrait on many important occasions.

Devonte is a very pleasant person, and when he meets her in the school hallway, he will always greet the students and help new students with directions or something.

Her portrait naturally appears in the principal's office, and as a regular visitor to the office, almost all the portraits of the principal know him.

"I wouldn't want to come to the hospital if I could. Principal Devonte. ”

"Yes, no one likes to run to the hospital." She sighed and said, "The wounds left by the war are greater than we think, not only physically, but also mentally. ”

"You're right." Owen nodded.

After nodding to the respected old headmaster, they ascended the stairs and entered the Spell Damage Section.

As soon as he stepped onto the floor, Ron was put headlong into the arms of a wizard in green robes.

"Oh! Excuse me! The wizard hurried through them and disappeared into the corner of the stairs.

"That's a lot of people." Hermione poked her head out and looked at the crowded hallway.

Both sides were full of doctors dressed in green, but more often were ordinary people from ordinary wizards' families.

Their relatives or friends may be in one of the wards.

Everyone continued to follow Sirius, and within a few steps Owen heard the familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley.

She seemed to be complaining about something.

The next second, everyone walked into the ward.

"Oh! Oh my God, you're here. ”

Mrs. Weasley placed the pumpkin porridge in her hand on the table next to her bed.

And then, in fact, gave each of them a hug to the little wizard.

"It's not good to see you." She said.

"These days, I'm full of crying in front of my door — I'm afraid." Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry with feeling.

Harry had dressed up Voldemort again, and Ron had already written to tell her about it.

In the hearts of this traditional witch, it was the legendary savior who saved them once again.

"Alright, Molly." Sirius greeted her with a smile.

Apparently they had known each other before, and they knew each other very well.

This made Owen a little bit of a man, as Mr. Weasley was not a founding member of the Order of the Phoenix.

He only joined the Order of the Phoenix during the Second Wizarding War.

And he and Sirius are much older than each other. I don't think I met in school.

"Isn't it all right?" He said.

Then he turned his gaze to Professor Lupin on the bed.

In fact, as soon as Owen entered the door, he noticed Professor Lupin on the bed.

His eyes turned rapidly, and the muscles of his cheeks could twist normally, but his lower body could not move, or he was unconscious.

He noticed a few drops of pumpkin porridge on Professor Lupin's poor left hand, and his skin was burned with red spots, but he didn't react.

He stepped forward and wiped the few drops of stain with the towel hanging by the bed, "How does that feel?" ”

"Dead?" Professor Lupin looked at him gently, "It's like falling asleep, stepping through a door in a daze." ”

"Thank you for saving me." Owen looked at his face sincerely, "If only I could have been more cautious then."

"There's no what if, Owen." "Everybody makes mistakes, especially when you're only fourteen. The key is whether we can learn from our mistakes and not stumble on the same mistake twice. ”

The professor turned his head with difficulty, which was the most he could do, and looked at him with sparkling eyes, "I just did one thing that every professor does, and I believe every professor at Hogwarts does." ”

"Even Snape."

"The slug?" Professor Lupin's words drew a sneer from Sirius, "I guess he'd have stayed away, lest the monster scrape a drop of oil off his head." ”

On the other side, Ron nodded sympathetically, convincing him that Snape would desperately protect him, and that it would be better for him to believe that Muggles could go to the moon!

"Yes, Snape would never do that in the castle."

"Ronald!" Suddenly, there was a roar of the Hedong lion, which made Ron tremble, "How dare you slander your professor like this, you uneducated child. ”

Mrs. Weasley was furious.

She glared at Ron, yelling.

At this time, she looked like an iron tower, taller than Sirius, and her majestic momentum made everyone in the ward tremble.

"Okay, Molly." Professor Lupin stopped him.

"Severus always seems snarky, but I know him, and he's going to stand up, just like everyone else."

"And this injury isn't necessarily a bad thing." He said.

Suddenly winked at Sirius.

His eyes glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

In an instant, Sirius understood what Lupin meant.

Owen looked at the two of them, and quickly began to think about it in his heart.

His astronomy is not bad, and it is easy to calculate that the moon in January this year should be around January 27.

And now there are 19 days left until that day.

Nineteen days, maybe Professor Lupin's health will improve by then, and his werewolf identity will not be revealed.

Everyone continued to chat.

"Merry Christmas, Professor."

Then everyone put the prepared Christmas presents on the table by Professor Lupin's window.

"Happy New Year." Professor Lupin replied with a smile.

Harry gave him a hat.

Ron gave the professor a cape.

What about Hermione - she borrowed Owen's money and couldn't help it, the clothes in that mall were all high-end goods, I don't know if it was good, she bought a brand.

The three hundred and forty-seven pounds she had left in her body could buy half a sleeve.

She had no choice but to borrow money from Owen.

Two thousand pounds in a suit.

It's really expensive!

As for Owen, he pulled out a small package full of jars and jars.

Professor Lupin will find out what they are when he opens them.

(End of chapter)