Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 361 Moody's Surprise

"Usually I gather some herbs myself, or buy some potions, but that's very expensive. You know, the potions on the black market are scary expensive." Hera muttered.They walked out into the cold high street, a wide street lined with shops full of Christmas customers--yes, it was nearly Christmas.

"Oh, let me lead the way." Tonks said, taking a big step ahead, a full body ahead of Hera, "You know, it's not easy to find a good site to build a hospital, Diagon Alley doesn't have enough land, and it can't be built underground like the Ministry of Magic—it's not hygienic. Finally, they got a place here because the sick patients can come and go among the crowd..."

"It seems that this reason is really lame." Hera shrugged and said in agreement.Isn't it to save money to say a thousand words and ten thousand?

The dean of Saint-Germain Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries also seems to be a shrewd businessman.

Hera clutched Harry's shoulder beside him to keep him from being scattered by a frenzied crowd of shoppers rushing into some 'Apple Store'.

"Here we are." After a while, Tonks said, they waited until Moody caught up from behind, which also gave Hera time to look at the building in front of him.

In front of me was an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looked dilapidated and deserted. There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different poses, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago.Big "Closed for Renovation" signs hung on the dusty doors.Hera heard a tall woman with a large bag say to her companion, "This place has never been opened..."

"Here," Tonks beckoned them to a window display containing only one particularly ugly doll, with false eyelashes falling out, in a green nylon dress. "Is everything ready?"

Hera nodded and pulled Harry closer. Moody came too, and he gave Harry a hard push on the back to make him go forward, but Harry just bumped into Tonks.

"Hey, can you be a little more elegant?" Tonks said irritably. With this old man, she had long since lost her initial excitement. Although she was always so excited, Moody's dictionary didn't know what respect for women was—or he didn't care whether you were a man or a woman, anyway, they were all suspects in his eyes.

So, said Moody gruffly, "I don't have that word in my dictionary."

Tonks raised her eyebrows, she was annoyed by Moody, this guy was totally ungenteel.

"Okay, let's go in quickly, the little ones are waiting anxiously." Hera had no choice but to stand up and say, there was no way, the eyes of several passers-by were focused on them, especially the tall woman who was carrying big bags and small bags.

Tonks leaned closer to the window, looked up at the ugly dummy, his breath blurred the glass, "Hello... let's come and see Arthur Weasley."

This is a bit funny, after all, Tonks's voice is so low, and there are so many people and cars on the street, how can the dummy hear it?

Aha, dummies can't hear them anyway.

Hera felt stupid by herself.

Hearing Tonks' words, the dummy nodded slightly and waved its joined fingers. Tonks grabbed Ginny and Molly's arms and disappeared straight through the glass.

"Follow, follow them," Moody yelled.

"Okay." Hera took a deep breath, squeezed Harry's arm, and dragged him in together—Harry was obviously in a daze, and he hadn't moved his eyes for half a minute.

Among the bustling crowd, no one seemed to have the time to glance at the ugly window of Taotao Company, and no one noticed that so many people just merged into the air in front of them.

It seems to have passed through a layer of cold water, but came out warm and dry on the opposite side.

"Breaking Demon Waterfall?" Hera is very different. It is similar to Gringotts' Demon-Breaking Waterfall, but it has more hidden functions in front of it, and Demon-Breaking Waterfall seems to be an incidental function.

"Probably," said Moody gruffly.

They appeared to be in a crowded waiting room, rows of wizards and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs, some looking normal, reading back issues of Witch Weekly, others with horrific deformities like elephant trunks or an extra hand on their chest.The room was not much quieter than the street, for many patients made very strange noises.A sweaty witch in the middle of the front row was fanning a copy of the Daily Prophet, whistling and steaming.A slovenly wizard in a corner jingled like a clock, and at each sound his head wobbled horribly, and he had to hold it by his ears to steady it.

It doesn't look normal here, but yes, how can normal people come to the hospital?
Wizards and wizards in green robes moved among the waiting list, asking questions and making notes on clipboards like Umbridge's.Harry noticed the emblem embroidered on their chests: a cross of wands and bones.

"It's really busy." Hera couldn't help but sighed, but it happened to attract the attention of a passing witch.

"Who says it's not? I'm so busy every day, and I'm planning to resign." The witch was very haggard. Even though her face didn't look so weak, the brows seemed to be exhausted.

The recovery potion can only restore the body's damage, and the refreshment potion can only overdraw one's energy. The witch in front of her obviously didn't drink less, and she really paid a lot for the patient.

But earn more.

Hera thinks so: Hard work pays more.

"But being able to recover patients and put a smile on their loved ones is nice, isn't it?"

"You can ask Dai Lisi." The witch sighed, and quickly left the front hall. She still has patients to take care of. There are fewer and fewer wizards who are willing to learn healing techniques. Now there is a saying in the magic world: persuade people to study medicine, and thunder strikes from the sky-I heard that this seems to be a saying from the Muggle world, but it doesn't matter anymore.

"This way!" Molly quickly found the right place, and shouted amidst the clang of the wizard in the corner.They lined up with her, a chubby blonde witch was sitting at a desk marked "Information Desk". The wall behind her was covered with notices and posters, such as cleaning the cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poisonous, and the antidote should not be used indiscriminately, and must be approved by a qualified healer.

Next to that, there was a large portrait of a witch with long curly silver hair. Hera recognized it almost instantly. Isn't this Dairis Deventer from Hogwarts?She's still Headmaster at Hogwarts, though. Has she still worked at St. Germont's?

No way, you can't count on how good Hera's history of magic is. In fact, apart from Hermione, it is estimated that no one will really devote energy to this course—even their professor, Professor Binns. After all, he has been dead for many years, and you can't expect him to have more vitality.

Looking at the introduction above, Dai Lisi seems to have been poached by Hogwarts, because she became the headmaster of Hogwarts directly after she left St. Gormont. It seems that Hogwarts was quite rich in the past few centuries.

Dai Lisi was carefully looking at Hera and the others, as if she was counting the number of people. When she met Hera's gaze, she blinked slightly, stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

She must have tipped off to Dumbledore. The wizarding world is really full of Dumbledore's eyeliner, and the portrait alone is a force that cannot be underestimated.

(This is like playing LOL, the opposite wild area is all lit up, there is nothing more exciting than this)
"Are we going to have to wait a long time?" Hera looked at a young wizard at the front of the line, who was dancing a wonderful jig, screaming in pain while trying to explain his predicament to the witch behind the table.

"Probably not." Tonks' tone was uncertain. "This is just a consultation desk. We only need to ask Arthur's ward."

"Oh, thinking about it this way, it shouldn't take a long time to wait, because the children obviously can't wait." Hera said with a smile. After arriving here, the children of the Weasley family seemed to have become extremely excited. They were eager to break into the wards and search for their father's beds one by one.

An aging wizard with a trumpet-shaped hearing aid slowly moved forward: "I'm here to see Broderick Bird!" he said wheezingly.

"Ward 49, but I'm afraid you're wasting your time," the witch replied casually, "he's completely confused and thinks he's a teapot...Next!"

A weary-faced wizard clutched his youngest daughter's ankles, a pair of large feathered wings growing from the back of her jumpsuit flapped beside his head.

"Fifth floor." The witch said tiredly without even asking, and the man carried his daughter and walked out through the double doors next to him, like holding a strange balloon, "Next!"

Molly walked to the table.

"Hello, my husband Arthur Weasley changed wards this morning, may I ask—?"

"Arthur Weasley?" The witch looked down a long list with her fingers, "Oh, the second floor, the second door on the right, Dai Llewellyn Ward."

"Thank you," said Molly, "you follow me."

They followed her through double doors and down a narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous healers, though Hera couldn't pronounce their names.But Hera dares to swear, if you replace all the portraits here with master craftsmen of portkeys, he will definitely be able to introduce their lives one by one like a few treasures.

After all, knowing the life of the master producer can facilitate Hera to 'study' where they may have clues and materials before they were alive. He found this trick very useful, because most dark wizards don't know much about the history of magic.

Even many dark wizards can't even write English except for the Fiercefire Curse and a few daily little magic spells - most of them are illiterate, and some of them have never been to a magic school at all, but just learn from the so-called 'teacher'.

This was very popular ten centuries ago, but only a few people choose this way now.

Hera and the others continued to walk forward, and the crystal bubbles filled with candles floated on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles, making Hera always want to pop it. "Don't do that," cried Moody gruffly. "You'll set off the alarm."

Hera could only put away her hands resentfully.

And they had already reached the second floor, there were wizards in green robes coming in and out at every door, a yellow stench came out of one door, and faint wailing was heard from time to time.They went up the stairs into the Biotrauma Unit, and the second door on the right read "Dangerous" Day Llewellyn Ward: Severe Bite.On the bottom card in a brass frame was handwritten: Principal Therapist: Hippocrates Smethyke; Trainee Therapist: Augustus Pai.

"We'd better wait outside," Hera said, squeezing Harry's shoulders. "Arthur can't see too many people at a time. The family should go first, right?"

Mad-Eye Moody and Tonks nodded, and they moved aside so the children could enter the ward.

Moody leaned his back against the wall, and Mo Yan spun around -- well, the wall couldn't block his sight at all, he could see Arthur's condition directly by using the magic eye, even Harry's invisibility cloak couldn't block it.

"Hey, this is someone else's privacy, Alastor." Hera took the wand and hammered Moody's chest angrily, but he didn't pay attention. He kept holding the wand that Dumbledore gave him all the way to prevent accidents from happening.

Moody's face changed suddenly, and he became very strange. He tried to sound ordinary, "Hera, where did you get this wand?" But he was not at all ordinary.

Hera's complexion changed, she continued to look calm on the surface, and secretly stuffed the wand into her pocket.

"It's none of your business, is it? Alastor."

"Oh, how could this have nothing to do with me, this?" Moody's voice froze, he looked around cautiously, his magic eyes flicked wildly, "this is not a good place to talk, we can talk about it when we get back to your house, okay?"

Hera felt very comfortable hearing these words, and finally someone admitted that No. 12 Grimmauld Place was her home, and everyone had always called it Black's old house. Although it was true, it was Hera's home after all—even though it was bought with a photo.

"No problem, I will explain it clearly to you. You know, I can't take it from its original owner." Hera raised his eyebrows and said helplessly, "Actually, I didn't feel it was very convenient at first, and I didn't want it at all."

"Okay, don't get cheap and play nice." Moody kicked Hera hard with his wooden leg, and seemed to be annoyed by his expression.

"Hiss—" Hera took a breath, "Ah!!!"

"What's the matter, what's the matter? Is there another patient?" The green robed witch who was chatting with Hera just now appeared, "Ah, it's you, what's wrong with your leg?"

"It's okay, I was just kicked by a wooden monster."

"That's really scary!"

"Yeah, who said no?"

(End of this chapter)