Reborn at Hogwarts

Although Ivan is not particularly familiar with the case-handling process of the Ministry of Magic, he can also see that these proud people who rushed to him after waking up and had a separate communication with him on the grounds of "inquiring about the details of the night when the incident happened" Ladies, we do not hold the attitude of "investigate the matter thoroughly".

It's a look that wants to end the matter as soon as possible.

This made him wonder whether there was some ulterior secret hidden behind this sudden attack.

But after thinking about it for a few minutes, Ivan gave up on the matter.

It's not that he is willing to give up, but that as a little wizard who has just completed his first burst of magic power and doesn't even have a magic wand, his combat power may not be as good as that of the cursed man in the next bed who has almost completely lost his five senses old lady.

In this case, how could he have the guts to pursue it? He doesn't even have the ability to protect himself. If he dares to investigate, he might disappear from the world one day.

It's better to be careful.

Before you really have the ability to protect yourself, it is the best choice to keep things in your heart and try to hold on.

Ivan put away his chaotic thoughts, and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Don't look, what are you looking at! It's exactly three o'clock in the afternoon!" A cuckoo-like thing suddenly emerged from under the clock, yelled at Ivan, and quickly shrank before he could react. go back.

Really irritable...

Ivan silently looked away.

Alright, so... what to do next?

The boy suddenly felt a little dazed.

The house has been inspected in the morning and noon, and his physical condition is normal, but further observation is still needed to be on the safe side.

My father came to visit several times in the first two days of his hospitalization, but he didn't stay long because of his busy work, so he left in a hurry after confirming that he was fine.

The mother also left after the noon rounds. Frodo, the house elf of the Vesemir family, mysteriously disappeared on the night of the attack. In the past two days, whenever she had time, the mother would go to places where he might appear.

Because of the character of the house-elf, Madam Vesemere didn't think that he suddenly awakened a free soul and then left without saying goodbye. She guessed that he probably encountered some danger.

Thinking about it this way, until 7 o'clock in the evening, he can move freely in the hospital.

As long as they didn't run into the Muggle streets outside the hospital, no one would refuse the little wish of the only son of the Ministry of Magic's family to wander around the hospital.

So……

Ivan turned his gaze to the open door of the ward.

...

Wearing a baggy hospital gown and a pair of pink slippers, Ivan walked slowly in the corridor on the fifth floor of the hospital.

In order not to worry the visiting therapist, he left a note on the bedside table, roughly stating that he was going to look around the hospital, that he would not go too far, and that he would be back before rounds.

Since he couldn't find any shoes, he put on the slippers Mrs. Vesemere had left here in a hurry and came out.

Perhaps because most patients are used to taking a lunch break at this time, the corridor on the fifth floor is not as noisy as other times, but surprisingly quiet.

Out of respect for the patients, Ivan just walked around the corridor on the fifth floor, and didn't try to sneak into other people's wards to observe.

When he was about to leave the fifth floor and go downstairs to have a look, the door of a ward suddenly opened, and a furry thing came out from inside, blocking Ivan's way.

"Excuse me, may I ask, do you know where the doctor's office in this hospital is?" The furry thing lowered its head, talking to Ivan timidly.

doctor?

Hearing this familiar address, Ivan was startled.

In St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, there are no doctors in the traditional sense of Muggles. Although the work they do on weekdays is similar to that of doctors, wizards prefer to call themselves "healers".

So, is the little talking guy a Muggle who accidentally got into magic, or a Muggle-born wizard?

"Doctors here prefer to be called 'therapists,'" Ivan said. "Better keep that in mind if you don't want them to roll their eyes at you."

"Thank you, thank you! I will remember it! Thank you very much!" The furry little guy nodded quickly, then raised his face to look at Ivan, "Can I trouble you to take me to find them?"

The moment the fluffy ball in front of him raised his head, Ivan saw her face clearly, and his heart skipped a beat.

This is a little girl who is only eight or nine years old, with thick and unkempt brown hair and a pair of slightly protruding front teeth. Despite his sickly appearance, his brown eyes were still bright.

At this moment, she was looking at Ivan with these big eyes, with a somewhat expectant expression on her face.

Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his mind suddenly went blank.

"Oh, see a doctor, right? Of course, of course." After an unknown amount of time, Ivan suddenly woke up, realizing that he was still staring at the little girl's face. He smiled dryly, then felt embarrassed and wanted to slap himself twice.

"Uh... Otherwise, you should tell me where they are, and I can go by myself." The little girl hesitated. She wasn't quite sure if the boy who looked handsome but stared at his freckles like an idiot for some reason was still awake, "Also, you just said the word 'doctor' .Shouldn't we be calling them 'therapists'?"

"Yes, they are generally called therapists." At this time, Ivan had roughly adjusted his state, and he smiled at the little girl, "I'd better take you there, the structure here is more complicated, It's easy to get lost if you don't know magic. If I'm not mistaken, you were raised in a Muggle family, right?"

"Ah, yes. Muggles are people who can't use magic, right? I am a Muggle, and so are my parents." When this topic was mentioned, the girl suddenly became interested, "You are from my habit of saying ' Guess that from the word 'Doctor'?"

"That's right. You just said you're a Muggle too? But this hospital doesn't usually accept Muggle patients."

"Yes, that's what I heard too. But three days ago, on the night of August 31st, my parents and I were having dinner at home—" the girl gestured with her hands in the air, "— Then all of a sudden, a hole exploded in our house, my parents were not hurt, only I was hit by a strange light. Then it didn't take long before a group of people in robes came and they took me to Here, let me receive treatment."

She paused at this point, "You know what happened three days ago, don't you? I read in the wizard's newspaper - it's amazing that the pictures on it can move - something happened in my neighborhood Dark wizard attack, the house of a Ministry of Magic official was bombed."

"Yes, it's my home." Ivan scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Uh uh, sorry, I don't know..." The girl's face turned red, and she stammered to explain, "So you are that Ivan Vesemir?"

"Yes, it's me." Ivan nodded, he looked at the girl's flushed face, "Now that you already know who I am, what about you?"

"Oh! I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm so rude. It's the first time I've been in the hospital and someone is willing to chat with me. It's so happy." The girl lowered her head embarrassedly, "My name is Hermione , Hermione Granger."

I couldn't sleep at night, so I simply coded a chapter and posted it, which is an early update today. If you have a recommendation ticket, you can vote for it, and if you like it, you can bookmark it, thank you~