Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

The entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases is in the Baptist Department Store in London, England, and the entrance is similar to the entrance of Platform 9 3/4.

In front of the old red brick shop window, next to the "Closed for Business" sign, there is also an ugly alchemy doll hanging.

The wizards who come for treatment only need to tell the doll their purpose, and after the doll waves to the wizard, they can enter St. Mungo through the glass window.

Shaw had learned about these doorways in advance and entered St. Mungo normally.

I thought it would be very quiet here during Christmas.

But the oncoming noise and strange smell made people think they had entered the wounded camp.

The waiting reception area in St. Mungo's is now full of patients with all kinds of strange magical injuries. Missing arms and legs are all pediatrics, and there are even three heads, six arms and long tails.

Most of the injured are actually children from wizard families. These little wizards use magic at home during the holidays to injure themselves.

The therapist in the dark green robe was busy shuttling among the crowd, constantly "comforting" the emotionally agitated patients, and their voices had to be louder than one another.

Shaw looked around and lamented that there were not many people in the magic world who were really sick, but there were many who hurt themselves.

He had not felt the magic of medical magic and healing potions too intuitively before. Today, he came to the hospital and watched the medical staff use their skills to cure all kinds of "difficult and complicated diseases".

Shaw suddenly had a lot of inspiration.

He had learned about the national medicinal diet plan after Snape brewed potions, but he had never taken care of it because he was too busy.

Seeing this scene in the hospital today, he was reminded again.

I think if I really want to break the confidentiality law in the future, it will be a good move to start with potions, medicinal diets and medical magic. With the gradual magic, it should be easier for Muggles to accept it.

Shaw quickly calculated some things in the future in his mind and planned to ask his assistant Albert to go to the world for research.

Then he walked to the information desk and prepared to ask which floor the Longbottoms were on.

However, he stopped immediately when he saw a fat blond witch at the information desk being overwhelmed by seven or eight inquiries about ward numbers and visitors.

"Child, which patient are you visiting?"

At this time, a magic portrait hanging on the wall asked Shaw.

Shaw looked sideways and saw the person in the portrait, a kind witch with long silver curly hair, who had been seen in the principal's office.

There was a note under the frame: Delys Devonte, St. Mungo's healer (1722-1741), headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768).

Shaw bowed gracefully, thought quickly in his mind, and spoke.

"Hello, Principal Devonte, I'm here to visit the Longbottoms. I promised to help Neville try to treat his parents. Which floor are they on?"

Devonte said kindly to Shaw.

"What a polite and kind child. Dumbledore shouldn't doubt you every day. I will definitely say something to him later. The Longbottoms are in the long-term ward of the Curse Injury Department on the fifth floor."

"Thank you, Headmaster."

After thanking him, Shaw chatted with the witch portrait, who was a famous witch in his previous life, for a few more words before going upstairs.

In a clean and tidy ward.

There are three patients living here, two of whom are in a coma all year round.

Neville did not attend the Longbottom family dinner today, and still stayed here to accompany the bed. His grandmother brought him food an hour ago and went back.

After Shaw opened the door and came in, he saw Neville holding a book in one hand and reading it seriously, and the other hand was tightly held by his mother who fell asleep, and there was a piece of candy paper in the palm of his hand.

Neville was very alert and immediately looked at the door. Seeing Shaw, he was excited and wanted to speak.

Shaw pointed his index finger at his sleeping parents, indicating that Neville did not need to be polite.

He walked to the bedside, patted Neville, who was getting stronger and stronger, and whispered.

"I'll check on your parents' condition today. Remember to keep it secret. Don't let your grandmother know before there is a solution. The medical doctor outside has fainted."

Neville, whose face was flushed, held back his excitement. Although he didn't know Shaw's intention, he nodded hurriedly.

Shor smiled warmly and looked at the Longbottom couple on the two beds. They looked very haggard. Even when they were asleep, their expressions were confused and dull.

Shor sighed.

Seriously speaking, the hero couple became like this, and it had something to do with Black.

After all, it was Bella, the crazy woman, who tortured the two to the point of soul collapse with the Cruciatus.

I don't know if Sirius, who fell into Bella's hands, is crazy or dead now, but he will not end well anyway.

Shor pressed his finger lightly on Frank Longbottom's forehead and activated his soul reading with all his strength.

Then, Shaw sawWhat is a truly broken soul and tattered memory?

The memory in Frank's brain is like a stack of newspapers that was accidentally washed by a washing machine, broken and messed up, and crumpled into a lump.

The only image that has a bit of a shape is the figure of Neville that flashes from time to time, from the cradle to the current strong appearance.

Shaw thought of a lot in an instant, not only the greatness of fatherly and motherly love.

More thoughts about death and soul.

The three unforgivable curses, the killing curse directly kills the soul, the heart curse tortures the soul, and the imperius curse controls the soul.

The killing curse seems to be the most evil.

But Shaw doesn't think so now. Sometimes, it is more uncomfortable to live a life worse than death.

Those with broken souls become stupid and crazy, making their loved ones worried and sad every day.

If the soul-deprived person does something that hurts their loved ones and goes against their conscience, will they be more painful when they wake up?

Shaw withdrew his Legilimency and turned to continue to use it on Alice Longbottom. The couple's situation was almost the same.

He sighed and slowly retracted his fingers.

Neville couldn't help asking.

"Chief, can my parents be saved?"

Shaw didn't show any expression. Although he felt that he had no way out with his current ability, his expression was still calm.

"Although it's tricky, I'll study it and spend some time to slowly piece together your parents' messy memories."

Neville wanted to cheer loudly, but he covered his mouth with his fat hands, but tears still flowed down.

This was the best news he had heard since he was sensible, and then he began to bow to Shaw.

Shaw's eyes flickered, and he reached out to hold Neville down, not letting him continue to bow like this.

He was afraid of shortening his life if he felt guilty.

"Okay, I understand the situation. I will invest more research in the soul in the future. Neville, you also know that this disease is very complicated and cannot be cured in a short time, so you need to be patient."

Neville is not the kind of unreasonable child. Although he looked a little disappointed, he still thanked him.

"Chief, I am very grateful for your help. It's okay. I am willing to wait for a long time."

Shor reached out and patted the sensible and pitiful little wizard again.

"Okay, then I'll go first. You should spend more time with your parents. Merry Christmas."