Chapter 113 St. Mungo's Magic Hospital

Snape had already returned yesterday evening, and he was currently preparing potions in the inner room of the office.

Regarding Celine, Snape didn't say much, he just asked Maca to ask the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Although Snape's tone was still as impatient as ever, Maca was keenly aware that there seemed to be something else hidden in it.

Perhaps, Celine's mother's condition is not as simple as imagined.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to St. Mungo's first to see the situation.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries is located in the center of London, a busy commercial street. On both sides of the broad street, the shops are mostly full of Christmas customers.

As for why the hospital was built here, it is said that it is because the land in Diagon Alley is really not enough, but due to hygiene considerations, the hospital cannot be built underground.

In the end, the higher-ups still chose this place full of Muggles. To be honest, Maca couldn't figure out what they were thinking.

Maca was walking on the sidewalk, looking at the shops on the side of the road from time to time, until he saw an old-fashioned red brick department store, then stopped.

There wasn't a single Muggle here - they wouldn't go here because of the magic. As such, it stands in stark contrast to the crowded electronics store next door.

This old department store is called "Taotao Co., Ltd."

It looked rundown and deserted, with only a few cracked dummies in the window, with wigs on one side, in various poses, and in costumes from at least a decade ago.

A large "Closed for Renovation" sign hung on the dusty door.

Maca walked to a window where there was only a particularly ugly female dummy with false eyelashes falling out, wearing a green nylon dress.

"I'm Celine's friend. Her mother is sick, and I'm here to visit." Maca tapped on the glass lightly and said calmly.

The ugly dummy nodded slightly and waved its joined fingers.

Maca immediately stepped forward, and disappeared into the glass in the blink of an eye.

After a moment of coolness like entering water, the surrounding scene suddenly turned into a crowded waiting room.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries has always been busy. Rows of witches and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs, and all kinds of strange symptoms were displayed here.

Some were deformed in various ways that looked awkward, even horrific; another was yelling and couldn't stop talking; another was crawling around on the floor, and his friend was trying to hold him down so that he wouldn't hit it. other people.

Maca also saw a patient learning how to hop a bunny, but his sweaty face was obviously not voluntary.

Of course, some of them still looked normal, they were all sitting quietly on the wooden chairs waiting for their numbers!

Among the sick, there were wizards and witches in green robes who walked up and down among the waiting people, asking questions about the patients, and then making notes on the clipboards.

Embroidered on their chests was a crest, a wand and bone cross.

Maca looked at the signs on each window, and then got into a long queue.

A fat, blond witch was sitting behind a desk by the window, on which was a plaque that read "Consultation Office".

On the wall behind her, various notices and slogans were plastered. For example, "clean the cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poisonous", "the antidote should not be used indiscriminately, and must be approved by a qualified healer", etc.

Next to that, there is a large portrait of a witch with long silver curly hair, marked below: Dai Lisi Dewente, St. Mungo Healer (1722-1741) Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741- 1768).

Dai Lisi is carefully looking at each patient,

When she saw Maca looking at her, she smiled and nodded.

Maca had seen her on the wall of Dumbledore's principal's room before, and he also saluted when he saw her, and then saw Dai Lisi turned and disappeared from the portrait - it seemed that she had gone somewhere else.

The fat witch handled affairs very efficiently, and it didn't take long before it was Maca's turn.

"Please look it up, Celine's mother—I don't know her name, but I'm a friend of Celine's," Maca explained.

"I think you'd better ask before you come back..." The fat witch said casually, "I can't find it like this. You need to know the patient's name."

Maca thought for a while, and then said, "Severus Snape was here yesterday, I think you should know."

The fat witch immediately nodded in understanding: "Oh, it's that one—the fifth floor, the fifth floor, go to the end on the left!"

"Thank you!" Maca said, turning around and walking inside.

There is a door on the innermost floor on the first floor, and after passing through it is a narrow corridor with portraits of famous therapists in history on both sides.

Crystal bubbles filled with candles float from the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles. There are wizards in green robes coming in and out at each door, and occasionally there will be a faint wailing sound from time to time in some rooms.

He climbed the stairs, and according to what the fat witch said, he came all the way to the leftmost end of the corridor on the fifth floor. There, there is a single room with a "DANGER" sign. There is a board with various information on it, including the patient's name, patient log, primary therapist, and so on.

Maca reached out and knocked on the door, and it took a while to hear a weak "please come in" from inside. That voice was indeed Celine, but it sounded like she was sick, a weak tone.

Maca turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered. But when he took the first step into the ward, he felt something was wrong.

It was a breath that depresses the soul!

Maca, who has pondered a lot of soul magic and even experienced it personally, is very sensitive to this feeling of directly touching the soul.

The ward was not spacious, except for a narrow window high up on the wall opposite the door. The light is mainly provided by crystal bubbles gathered in the center of the ceiling.

On the wall of the ward hung a portrait of a wizard who looked very sunny. When Maca walked in, he waved to Maca.

But there is a nameplate nailed under this portrait, which reads: Michael Sullenberger (1585-1651), craniotomy expert.

Maca walked quickly to the hospital bed, ignoring the mournful Celine nodding at him, staring straight at Celine's mother on the hospital bed and observing carefully.

On the surface, Celine's mother was just a little thin, but she didn't show the state that a patient should have.

Her complexion is normal, even slightly rosy, and she looks very healthy. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she lay motionless on the hospital bed, breathing slowly, as if she was asleep.

"I saw the diagnosis at the door just now. Is that what the main therapist really said?" Maca said hesitantly, "'I was frightened by a dementor, which led to the self-closing of external perception', is that true? And Didn't say anything else?"

Celine looked at her mother sadly, and gave a soft "hmm".

"And before that?" Maca continued to ask, "I remember you said that she was not in good health before—"

"That's right, but I didn't find out the cause of the disease before. I just said that my mother is too old, and it is normal for her to be weak and forgetful from time to time," Celine said, "Only this time, she met a cameraman behind the house. Ghost-"

Celine's mother, or "mother-in-law", was the previous female boss of "Snow Witch". It was also she who took in the young Celine, but she was already in her fifties at that time.

On the surface, it is actually normal, but Maca doesn't think so.

Perhaps, Snape also noticed something strange, but according to his temperament, he would not care even a little bit about this kind of nosy matter.

"Celine, I think..." Maca hesitated for a moment, but became decisive again in a blink of an eye, "I think this may be a misdiagnosis... If you trust me, I can make a comparison for your mother." special inspection."

Celine was taken aback for a moment, and her dim eyes lit up again.

"To be honest, I don't really believe it! My mother's body has always been very healthy, but when we went to the United States a few years ago, she suddenly started to get weak..." Celine stood up and grabbed it Maca's arm, crying, "You can handle a basilisk! That must be very powerful... Please check for my mother, please!"

Maca nodded calmly and said: "It's not convenient here... You go through the discharge procedures first, and then bring your mother back to the 'Snow Witch'. I have to make some preparations...Do you need my help here?"

"No need, I can do it myself... Please!"

Seeing Maca's inconceivably calm appearance, Celine's emotions gradually settled down.

"Okay, but I still have to explain in advance - the inspection I'm going to do is quite special, it's about the soul, do you understand?"

Celine looked at him in surprise, and nodded again after a while.

"St. Mungo's therapist has nothing to do, and Mr. Snape also said that the special potion is just a trial—" Celine pursed her lips and said, "My mother's kindness to me, I'm afraid I can't finish it in this life ...Whether it is white magic or black magic, as long as there is hope, I must try it!"

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Originally, Maca didn't plan to take care of everything like a good old man. But Celine's mother's symptoms gave him some familiar feelings.

This may be a breakthrough that can help him solve his emotional closure problem! In any case, he couldn't let go of any possibility.

Maca hurried back to Hogwarts and packed up many useful things.

Right now, he was missing Luna and Willie a little bit, and it was hard to find an assistant who could keep a secret for him!

It's a pity, not to mention that the Christmas vacation is not over yet, Willie has already temporarily suspended her studies, and she doesn't know when she will be back!

After finishing everything, he rushed to Hogsmeade village without stopping.