Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Let let! Let's let... Oh, this hapless guy looks like he has lost his soul!"

When little Victor followed to the first floor of St. Mungo, he was suddenly jumped off by the busy scene inside—seriously, he had never seen so many strange patients.

That's right, there are patients who are dancing and dancing, there are also patients who are howling and crying, and there are even patients with colorful mushrooms on their heads and bubbles in their mouths.

Of course, due to the many chaos outside, the most people in this waiting room at the moment are still victims of monster attacks like Freina and Kingsley.

Little Victor heard the noise of "borrowing" and "letting" coming from his side, so he subconsciously took two steps forward, so as not to block the few who were carrying the wounded by the door panels.

And then, carrying Freina on his back, he swept back and forth in the waiting room for a few times, and soon found the sign standing by the waiting bench:

"If you don't know which subject to go to, cannot speak normally, or don't remember why you came here, our receptionist is willing to help!"

Under the sign was also drawn a striking red arrow, pointing straight to the information desk at the other end of the waiting room.

Little Victor was stunned, and was about to go there to ask clearly-although he saw Sirius had gone to the stairs with Kingsley on his back, but Freina's symptoms were obviously different from those of the other person, so I should ask. Good.

But before he took a few steps there, Sirius, who had already been up the stairs, suddenly yelled at this side.

"Come here directly! You, like me, should go to the fifth floor!"

Hearing this, little Victor hesitated to glance at the blond witch behind the counter at the information desk, and then rushed towards the stairs with Freina on his back.

Before ascending the stairs, he also glanced at the schematic diagram of the floor department on the wall.

"Fifth floor...'Curse Damage Division'?"

With his superficial knowledge of magic, he didn't know if it was right or wrong.So he just glanced at it out of habit and kept going up the stairs under his feet.

To be honest, Freina is not tall, and it stands to reason that she is a little thinner.But even though little Victor looks big and thick, he is puffy.

For him, climbing the fifth floor with one's own back is really a bit difficult.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

After climbing a floor and a half, little Victor had to stop and breathe.While panting hard, he glanced upstairs with exhaustion, then shook his head helplessly.

As for Sirius, it would be great for that guy to remind him, naturally it is impossible to stop and wait for him.At this moment, it is estimated that Kingsley had been carrying Kingsley to see the therapist.

"When the child grew up, he never carried her back, and I don't know if she is so heavy..."

Little Victor became more and more worried about his family when he thought of his own child who was about to reach adulthood, but this seemed to give him more strength.

But seeing him immediately took a breath, adjusted Freina's posture behind her, and was about to continue walking up.

But at that moment, the broomstick he used as a backrest rolled in his hand, but it brought him a "good idea".

...

"Flying broomsticks are not allowed indoors! Come down to me—"

Little Victor was carrying Freina on his back, and he was sitting on the broom, leaning on his side and flying up the stairs.

It's natural to hit people in this way, especially since Saint Mungo is still very crowded today.As soon as he flew, many patients immediately bowed their heads and avoided.

When a therapist in a green robe was also taken aback by him, he immediately followed behind him and shouted loudly.

However, Little Victor didn't want to stop at all.

"This... er, this lady... I really can't climb with the patient on my back. There are still several floors! You can just go up like this..."

"Then you won't go get a stretcher first? You ate the floating spell?"

"Oh... float, float spell? Can it fly like this broom?"

"I don't know the Levitation Curse? What are you talking about! You think you are a Muggle!"

"Ah! Yeah... I really seem to be that...'Muggle'? That's right,

"So you are the patient!"

It's different to be able to fly.

On this staircase full of people, the therapist couldn't catch up with the little Victor flying above everyone.But the latter didn't dare to fly too fast in this room, so that the two of them just chatted all the way with one question and one answer.

It wasn't until Little Victor finally reached the fifth floor of Saint Mungo that he was grabbed by the healer's aunt at the back of the broom.

"Hey--"

Being dragged by her like this, little Victor shook suddenly and almost fell off the broom.

"Wait! The girl on my back is injured. I'll be fine if I fell. Don't fall her too."

...

At the same time, Sirius on the other side had already brought Kingsley into the ward.

They are now Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and Kingsley is the head of the Auror office.In the current crisis, they have the privilege of priority treatment, and they can go directly in for medical examinations by showing their identification.

At this moment, Kingsley was already lying on the white hospital bed.The gray-black flame still attached to his shoulder, and the terrible pain made his forehead full of cold sweat.

Sirius called him a few more times, but Kingsley had no energy to respond.

"How did Mr. Shaker hurt?"

On the other side of the hospital bed, the therapist who followed was frowning and staring at the flame on Kingsley's back shoulder hesitantly.

He found that this kind of flame was very peculiar. Although it had long been rubbed against the quilt on the hospital bed, it seemed to have no burning ability at all.Not to mention the quilt, even Kingsley's clothes were not damaged in the slightest.

"Mr. Polk," Sirius said immediately, "you know, danger is happening outside. There are many strange creatures that look like dementors attacking wizards and Muggles everywhere..."

"You mean, this magic flame is also made by those monsters?" The healer Polk frowned tighter when he heard it. "I said, you should go to the Biological Injury Department on the second floor-today you were injured by the monster. All of the patients are in Smesyk!"

He said while still thinking:

No wonder this flame is so familiar, it turned out to be seen when passing by the ward on the second floor.

When Sirius saw him, he wanted to take Kingsley to the second floor, and quickly explained:

"No, no, Pok therapist-although his injury came from the hands of those monsters, I think it is more like a symptom of a heart-drilling curse!"

"Look carefully, I think he seems to be suffering some kind of great pain..." He said, pointing to Kingsley's distorted expression again, "You know, Auror's advanced training course. There is the Light Endurance Project of the Heart Drilling Curse. As a therapist of the Curse Damage Department, you should be familiar with it!"

Hearing this, Polk shook his head immediately.

"Ms. Straw was responsible for all the missions of sending therapists over the years. I don't know what those people who train with the drill spell look like!"

Although he muttered so much, he still looked at Kingsley on the bed again following what Sirius said.

Because Kingsley was lying on his stomach, he didn't see his face just now.But when I look at it now, I find that the other person's expression is indeed something wrong.

After being injured, it is natural to bear the pain, but it is not too common for a trained Auror to suffer this way.

"Tsk... what kind of flame is this?"

As a therapist, Polk's medical ethics is actually not high. He works at St. Mungo purely for living.

But in any case, he was admitted to the job after passing examinations and screenings, and he would never be much worse than other colleagues in terms of level.

But then again, since he can work in St. Mungo, a magical hospital with some reputation in the global magic world, he will naturally not lack in ability.

"Heart-boring curse... Wait a minute, I'll get the tools."

After that, Sirius watched him hurriedly walk to the door, and in a blink of an eye he left the ward.Then, another figure appeared at the door.

"Oh! You are here—" "Crack!"

The visitor was little Victor. He got rid of the aunt the healer, and found here one by one along the corridor on the fifth floor.

Only when he was about to walk in, the broom under Freina's buttocks staggered him out of the door, making him staggered and almost sitting down in the corridor.

"Gosh! Your wizard's hospital is really messy, it's noisy everywhere, I'm a little dizzy..."

Little Victor crossed his body, carried Freina on his back to the ward, and put her on the bed next to Kingsley, talking to himself.

After the girl who was still in absent-mindedness was set up, he held on to the edge of the bed and gasped again-this trip really exhausted him!

Sirius didn't care about him, but after one more glance at Freina, he lowered his head and called Kingsley's name again.

But not long after, a voice rang from the door of the ward again.

"Why is there one more?"

Little Victor turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw Polk appearing at the door, he hurriedly supported the edge of the bed and straightened his waist.

"Are you a doctor? Come and see her... she has something wrong..."

"'Doctor'? Do you think I'm like a Muggle murderer who likes to cut human belly?" Polk said loudly, "What do you mean?"

No matter how he didn't understand the common sense of the wizarding world, little Victor could see it-what he said just now seemed to offend the wizard doctor.

However... Maca and Freina never taught him about this!

"Oh, don't be angry... I mean, you must be a very good... Uh, magician?"

"Get out!"

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