Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hermione, it's lunch time. I just went down and got some mashed potatoes and grilled sausages. Give—"

In fact, St Mungo's food reserves are still sufficient so far.But after all, the curse can't transform real food, so it will inevitably eat less.Coupled with the arrival of the support team of the International Wizarding Federation, food consumption has naturally increased every day.

Therefore, in order to avoid the premature arrival of food shortages, the hospital decided to implement planned rationing as soon as possible.

Ron took out one of the bag of lunch boxes he had just picked up and handed it to Hermione, while casually saying:

"...Starting from this meal, the standard is a meal set by the injured and sick. The support team members of the Federation ration three-quarters of the amount, while the asylum seekers like us and the medical staff in the hospital are Half."

"There are only half of the medical staff?" Ginny frowned when she heard the words, "They have worked so hard to treat patients, how could...who made this?"

But Ron just shrugged and said:

"It is the rule set by the dean, and I heard that he has only half of it himself."

"Oh, this—"

When Ginny showed an expression that was hard to let go, Ron continued:

"In short, that's the case... and, in fact, everyone except the patients has to get their meals. But when I went, they found out that they had prepared our shares in advance—"

"...Ron."

He had just finished speaking when Hermione, who had already opened the lunch box, called him.

When Ron heard it, he turned his head and looked at it.

"what happened?"

"This is one-half of the amount?"

"It's impossible to look at it?" Fred, who leaned aside, looked at the box of mashed potatoes and two grilled sausages inside.

"It looks like a whole meal." George added.

After the two said so, everyone present couldn't help looking at each other.

Undoubtedly, this is definitely because Maca, Harry, and Neville are all fighting outside... No, it should be mainly because they have a very close relationship with Maca that they get such a "preferential treatment".

"Ron, go back halfway," Ginny couldn't help but shook her head repeatedly, "If Maca and the others are here, give them a full meal...even more is fine, but we definitely shouldn't be treated this way. ."

"Ah, um!" Ron nodded after hearing the words, "Okay, I'll go--"

As he said, he was about to put down his pocket and take out half of it, but at this moment, Hermione, who had been silent since just now, suddenly said again:

"No, I think we have to accept this favor."

"Hermione?"

Ginny was obviously very puzzled.But she also knew that Hermione never made any selfish decisions, so she decided to listen to the other side's explanation before talking.

Sure enough, she heard that Hermione quickly continued:

"I know you may be very puzzled, but we do have to accept them... Because only in this way, the Dean of Saint Mungo, Mr. Boenser, can be more assured."

"You mean..." Ron pondered, "To hold Maca?"

"Um...I don't think I can say that completely," Hermione said. "I know Dean Boenser, he should be a respectable therapist in general. However, he is now The dean of St. Mungo, he is responsible for all the asylum and staff here."

"Remember? Then Helbo has been to St Mungo more than once-Mr. Boenser must have seen Helbo's terrifying strength. So he must also understand that if it comes to Helbo next time If Maca is not here, the support team of the Federation will not be able to resist."

At this point, Hermione paused for a while, and then continued:

"I think Mr. Boenser actually wants to give Maca a favor directly, but Maca obviously doesn't need any benefits. Therefore, he will choose us next."

Upon hearing this, Ginny finally nodded slightly.

"So..." She thought for a while, "If we also refuse, he won't feel comfortable in his heart?"

Boense was originally just a very good healer. He was able to become the head of the St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital because of his high popularity.

If it's okay on weekdays, although it is hard to manage the hospital every day, he is still barely able to do the job.But nowadays, one after another disaster has turned Saint Mungo into a temporary shelter, and his burden has also become heavier.

To be honest, these catastrophes have made him feel a little exhausted.

Therefore, Boenser is cautious about what he does now. Not only does he always personally regain his duties as a therapist to examine and treat the wounded himself, but he also arranges the affairs of Saint Mungo as carefully as possible.

Including this new regulation of food distribution, he also researched it in advance in order to plan ahead.

Obviously, he was afraid that everyone in Saint Mangone would be in danger because of some of his own negligence-he really couldn't bear such a serious sin!

"Hmm...So, we must accept this'goodwill', even if it is just to make Dean Boenser more at ease."

Hermione also nodded in response:

"Really, if it weren't for... if Luna hadn't made it clear to me, sometimes it's important to accept gifts from others honestly. I might not have thought of this today."

While talking, she picked up the fork and dug some mashed potatoes into her mouth, and tasted it carefully-only that the faint salty taste spread gently between her tongue, somehow it was more A bit heavy.

"But..." Hermione paused, and suddenly added, "I can't think of accepting gifts silently like this. It's not an easy task!"

Although she had already thought about the truth thoroughly, it was after all a special treatment equivalent to an injury.

When other asylum seekers and even busy medical staff can only eat half a meal, they can enjoy double the food without doing anything. This is undoubtedly a burden.

"Eat!" Hermione looked at Luna on the bed. "When we are full, we will go to help the St. Mungo therapists take care of the patients... I think this should help Mr. Boenser felt more at ease."

"Ok!"

"Just do it!"

Fred and George spoke, and took the lunch box from Ron's pocket, and ate quickly with his wife.

Unexpectedly, before everyone had finished eating, a knock on the door rang from the door of the ward.

"Here... I'll open the door."

Ron motioned everyone to continue, and he ran to open the door with the lunch box, and found that the person standing outside the door happened to be the Dean Boenser they just mentioned.

Oh, thinking about it this way, maybe it's not very surprising that he would choose to come here and see.

"President? Please, come in—"

"Are you all having a meal? Sorry, come here at this time, it may be a little disturbing!"

Boenser, who had a slightly pale temples, was wearing the same green uniform robe as other therapists, with permanent stains on the hem and sleeves of some special potions.But except for the spots that can't be removed, his robe still looks very clean.

When he walked in from the outside, he had a kind smile on his face, and his spirit looked good.It's just that the fatigue hidden in his eyes is too heavy to conceal it.

Needless to say, he must have taken a refreshing potion, and maybe he hasn't slept at all in these two days.

"No, how could you bother!" Percy, who was standing by the window eating, said as soon as he opened his mouth so politely, "Mr. Boenser, if something happens, just say... In fact, we are going to eat. Go outside to help when you're full!"

"Oh, how can this work... No, don't bother you!" Boenser waved his hand again and again. "There are actually enough people in the hospital. After all, so far, most of the injuries that have come to evacuate are trauma. It's not complicated. In the past two days, everyone has stepped up to work and most of the injured have healed!"

While talking, he also pretended to inadvertently look at the lunch boxes in everyone's hands one after another. Seeing that everyone was eating a full lunch, the smile on his face obviously became more than at the beginning.

"By the way, I heard that someone was injured outside before, and Mr. McLean personally sent them up... It was Miss Lovegood, right?" Boenser said only now, "Of course, there is Mike. According to Mr. Lane, the patient’s treatment must be no problem, so I just came to visit her this time!"

Boenser's words were actually more of an excuse, because he mainly came to see if Hermione and others had accepted the "favors" he personally arranged.

But when he heard him say this, everyone's mood suddenly became a little bit depressed-especially Hermione. Compared to other friends who only knew that Luna was seriously injured, it was natural to know more about her mood. It was heavy.

And when everyone couldn't help stopping their movements one by one, Boenser, whose eyes fell on the bed, gradually changed from relaxed to confused, and then from confused to stunned.

Soon, I saw him half-opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment before frowning slightly:

"Miss Lovegood, this is—"

Boenser was really surprised, because he gradually discovered that although Luna on the hospital bed looked unharmed, it was obvious that even her breathing had stopped.

But even so, she was still lying in the hospital bed, and no one moved her.

Is it dead?Still not dead... For a while, Boenser, a senior therapist, was a little bit uncertain, after all, he knew Maca's superb treatment level.

"Don't worry," Hermione said softly at this moment, "Luna just couldn't wake up temporarily...this is what Maca said."