Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Holding a long cane?"

"Yes, and that gentleman looks very young, yet very mature in conversation..."

"Oh, that's Maca! It must be Maca!"

In this old church, RA's friends all sat on the benches to rest, while Hermione, Harry and others gathered on the front steps to talk to little Victor.

And when little Victor talked about the gentleman who had told him a lot, everyone quickly realized that it was probably Maca.

Hermione paused, then asked again:

"Sir, what else did he tell you? Did he tell you about those dark creatures?"

Since leading so many people to London, she naturally wanted to know more.Not to mention that she had doubts about the cause behind the disaster, just listening to Maca's views on those monsters, maybe this trip can be made smoother.

It's a pity that although Maca explained a lot to Victor before, it was just spreading common sense in the magic world.

After all, even if Maca wants to find someone to analyze the monsters, it is impossible to discuss with a Muggle, right?

As for Freina after that, although the intern secretary of the Ministry of Magic was very enthusiastic, she was also willing to help Victor.

But at her level, it was far from enough to understand what the terrifying monsters created by Helbo were.

"I don't think he said it," Little Victor shook his head at Hermione. "Honestly, even if he said it, I probably don't understand... By the way, are you an army of wizards? Come to deal with those terrifying monsters?"

Since seeing everyone fighting with such a large group of monsters just now, he has been amazed by the power of the RA friends.

It was not that he had never seen other wizards fighting with monsters, but even those so-called "Aurors" were definitely not as good as these young wizards.

Especially the uniform sense of collectiveness, isn't it the same as the Muggle army?

But after Hermione heard it, she could only look at Harry and the others.

"Although we call ourselves'RA (Reserve Army)', it's not really a'reserve army'..." She explained a little bit, "Most of us are students in the same magic school, even if there are some I have graduated and are just ordinary wizards..."

"Oh, is that so?" Little Victor said in surprise, "Student? How could it..."

As he was talking, he suddenly recalled some words he had just learned before continuing:

"Uh, I mean, I only saw some of the'cops among wizards' not long ago...it seems to be called Aurors? But... I think they are not as good as you guys?"

Seeing Little Victor say this, Hermione couldn't help feeling a little proud, but she still humbled:

"No, that can't be said like that... In terms of individual strength, probably none of us can match the Auror. But we have a very good and very powerful professor who organized training for us and taught us Valuable knowledge, so we—"

"Hermione," Harry couldn't help but interrupt as he listened, "I have to say, you don't need to put all your efforts into Maca-he wouldn't want it. Oh, Sir... yes, the professor you met before was our professor, and his name was'Maca McLean'."

Little Victor said immediately:

"That said, that young gentleman is indeed a very powerful wizard... Well, it's no wonder that Miss Freina respects him so much, she obviously looks as big as you..."

"Who is Miss Freina?" Harry curiously asked, "Mister, you seem to have mentioned that she also told you a lot about the magic world?"

"Yes, she is a very kind girl, and she saved me once!" Little Victor said with emotion, "Well, if I somehow offended the doctor in your magic hospital, I guess I should pay it back now. Wait for her to wake up in the hospital!"

Hearing the word "Magic Hospital", Hermione was startled suddenly, and then stretched out her hand as if thinking of something.

"Wait, do you mean'St Mungo's Magic Hospital'?" She asked quickly.

Seeing Hermione’s question, little Victor remembered it for a while, then nodded slightly:

"Well, I seem to have seen the word'Saint Mungo' on the wall... Yes, it should be correct, what's the matter, lady? Is there any problem there?"

"Oh no, it's nothing! I was just thinking..." Hermione pondered again, then turned to Harry, "I want to go to St Mungo and take a look at the Broken Cauldron Bar-this is probably London. The two places in the city that are most likely to become temporary shelters, we have to check before searching and rescue."

"Miss, you are right!" Little Victor found that he at least understood this sentence. "I don't know what bar, but the hospital became a refuge before I left and has been accepted. A lot of asylum seekers."

Although Saint Mungo only accepts wizards, he is a special case of entering into it as a Muggle.

But Victor didn't care about this, and it was difficult to distinguish Muggles and wizards in the chaotic hospital hall. He seemed to be "human" anyway.

"Well, speaking of it... at least Neville is likely to be in St Mungo!" Harry said suddenly.

...

Since both of Neville's parents live on the fifth floor of St. Mungo, it is indeed very likely that Neville and his grandma will come together during this disaster.

But little Victor didn't know that the "Navi" in Harry's mouth was almost at the same time through the window glass when he left the hospital.

"Help! My grandma needs first aid! The therapist—"

Not long ago, Neville hugged his grandma like this and rushed into the hall.

Although he had just been thrown in with a curse by his grandma, he was still thinking about saving grandma when he suddenly woke up, so he rushed out before he could even look around.

Now that he came in again, he realized that the hall of Saint Mungo was really messed up at this moment!

There are people everywhere, there are healthy asylum seekers, some unconsciously wounded, and of course there are also bloody guys who have suffered physical injuries.

Fortunately, even if it was only a short time apart, Saint Mungo, who had entered a wartime state, was no longer as bewildered as the little Victor came in with Freina on his back.

Although chaotic right now, it is chaotic and orderly, and there is a trainee therapist on call to distinguish patients.

Just when Neville was so confused by the mess that he didn't know what to do, a young wizard in a light green robe immediately came to him.

"Go ahead! Don't stop... How did you get hurt?"

When the trainee therapist saw the old lady Longbottom in Neville's arms, he vomited blood from time to time, and immediately dragged Neville to urge him to run to the stairs, while running and checking his injuries.

"Ah, yes... I don't know, it may be an explosion curse or a smash curse-I heard a very strong explosion."

"I look like it, that's the Cursed Injury Division...No, no, don't take the stairs, take the elevator for the first aid! Come here—"

Following the trainee therapist running fast, his grandmother's body was as light as a quilt in Neville's hands. This feeling made him feel very bad.

Until the fifth floor, after giving grandma to the therapist for emergency treatment, Neville seemed to have just felt the weight of a person in his arms.He dropped his hands weakly to his side, leaned against the wall and sat on the cold ground a little bit, gasping for breath.

The courage to fight the monster just now has gradually faded, and the firmness of summoning the patron saint is gradually replaced by fatigue, which makes him fall to the side of the corridor, his head is blank.

The corridor is very busy, and the wounded come and go with the help of trainee therapists and volunteers.Neville retracted his feet almost unconsciously so as not to affect other patients who needed treatment.

St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital-Neville thought he had been accustomed to it, but now he found that how many people can really get used to this space full of pain and separation?

"... Longbottom?"

Hearing someone calling his last name, Neville raised his head reflexively.

"You are...oh, Harry's..."

"godfather."

As soon as Sirius came out of the ward, he noticed the young man sitting in the corridor at a glance.Although he and Neville have hardly said a few words, at least they can be regarded as acquaintances.

"So, the one who was sent in for treatment just now is really Old Lady Longbottom?"

With that, Sirius glanced into the ward again, as if reconfirming his identity.

He didn't know Neville very much, but he had a lot of friendship with Neville's parents.Back then, they were both backbone members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they did a lot of things together. If he hadn't been wronged in Azkaban for so long after that, he would definitely visit them at least occasionally during these years.

"Yes, it's my grandmother..." Neville nodded, but quickly pursed his lips again, and said softly, "If I could have the courage earlier, maybe it wouldn't be like this."

Naturally Sirius would not know what happened to Neville.So he just reached out and patted Neville's head, and said solemnly:

"Anyway, stay in St Mungo for the time being! It's much safer here than outside...Your grandma will be fine, trust St Mungo's therapist."

However, before the voice was over, both of them felt a slight shock coming from themselves.

Sirius frowned suddenly, then raised his leg and walked towards the stairs-he had to confirm what had happened.

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