[HP] Wolf and Alice

[02]

"Do you have any work today, Abby?"

Following behind Abigail, Alice couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Abigail nodded, "There are a few 'special patients' who need to be taken care of by me today, so I will stay on the weekend."

"A special patient?" Alice felt very strange.

Could it be a senior official in the Ministry of Magic?

Or Abigail's relatives or something... No, no way, if it was Abigail's relatives, they wouldn't have come to St. Mungo's at all.

"You'll know when you come with me."

As if to prevent Alice from thinking wildly by herself, Abigail interrupted her thoughts first.

After hearing this, Alice obediently followed Abigail's footsteps.

After a lot of twists and turns, Alice and Abigail finally arrived at their desired destination.

Alice looked up, and saw a wooden sign hanging just above their heads, and on the wooden sign was written two large characters [Orthopedics] in striking red letters.

... Orthopedics, orthopedics?

Immediately afterwards, Abigail led Alice into a small ward without saying a word, and Alice couldn't ask any more questions because she knew Abigail's character.

—she would not speak if she did not have to.

"Graham?"

At this moment, a black-haired young man sitting in the ward suddenly glanced at them vigilantly, as if he was very surprised by their appearance.

The young man who spoke was very handsome. Although Alice knew that she shouldn't care about such insignificant details at this time, as a girl, it was still difficult for her to take her eyes off his face. .

Abigail looked at the black-haired young man, nodded, and said flatly, "I've brought you the potion you wanted earlier, Blake."

"You know me and James didn't come here for some damn potion—"

But after listening to Abigail's words, Blake's expression on his face was clearly not gratitude.

On the contrary, he even looked a little annoyed.

Although Alice didn't understand what he was annoyed at all.

"Dumbledore wants you to think about it, Abigail."

Suddenly, another clear voice came from the hospital bed in the room.

Alice turned her head subconsciously, and saw another young man with messy black hair and a pair of thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses staring at her with a smile.

Unlike Blake, this young man did not call Abigail by her surname, but called her by her Christian name.

"...Graham," Blake reminded coldly, "I don't think anyone who is irrelevant should be here to hear our conversation—"

Oh, irrelevant people.

Alice knew who this person was referring to without using her brain.

Just when Alice was about to ask to leave, Abigail said, "No, we can trust her."

"But—" Black wanted to say something more.

Abigail glared at him.

Blake had to shut up.

"You know, Abigail, among the many students at Hogwarts, there are not many students who can be favored by Professor Dumbledore like you... Since he thinks you are qualified for this job, you should not deny that Own."

The man Blake dubbed "James" continued his persuasion.

"Potter," Abigail said coldly, "it's not because I didn't believe myself that I declined Dumbledore's invitation. To be honest, I was also a little flattered by Dumbledore's request."

"Then you shouldn't refuse his request." Black couldn't help teasing.

"It's just—" Abigail ignored Black, but replied self-consciously, "I'm sorry, I really don't have the courage of your Gryffindors. But I don't want to be an idler with nothing to do, So I also said that if Dumbledore's needs are within my ability, I will also find a way to help."

Black sneered after hearing this, "But last month's admission list, you didn't send it over in time, did you?"

"I'm just a little pharmacist, Blake." Abigail said, looking at Blake, "I've emphasized that I only help when it's within my reach, haven't I? "

Alice stood there looking at Potter and Black in bewilderment, then glanced at Abigail.

She suddenly felt that Abigail was a little strange at this moment.

What the hell are they talking about?

What "admission list", what "Dumbledore's invitation?" Why couldn't she understand a single sentence?

Although as a squib, Alice has long admired the name of "the greatest white wizard of this century" - Albus Dumbledore.

She knew that Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, and that he was the one who defeated Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Wizard.

But what does any of this... have to do with Abigail?

"You're making excuses, Graham—"

"Forget it, Sirius." James Potter suddenly interrupted Black's words first, "We don't want to make things difficult for Abigail, for the sake of the friendship we have had for so many years."

Abigail nodded, then looked at Alice, and said to her, "Alice, come and help me pack these potions for a month, okay?"

After hearing this, Alice understood that it was finally time for her to have a little use for herself.

Although she was only a nurse, she often stayed by Abigail's side and learned some basic knowledge about potions.

So the small matter of helping to dispense the potion was nothing to her to fear.

Just when Alice lowered her head and was concentrating on packing her stuff, Blake suddenly walked up to her and Abigail, beckoning Abigail to go out with him.

Abigail was taken aback when she saw this, but finally agreed to Black's request.

As a result, only James Potter and Alice were left in the room, and Alice suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

The weird silence lasted for a while, and James Potter finally seemed to be a little bit uncontrollable, and he spoke first to break the deadlock.

"Hi—" he tried to be friendly, "are you a friend of Abigail's?"

Alice nodded and said, "What about you? Are you classmates?"

Potter said, "Oh, yes. We're classmates, though we're not in the same house. And you...were you not a Hogwarts student?"

Alice's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a while, she still decided to tell the truth quietly.

"...I, I don't have magic power."

Potter was taken aback when he heard this, and instantly realized that he had done a very stupid thing.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, "I didn't think—"

"No, you don't need to apologize, Mr. Potter." Alice looked at Potter and said, "Because it wasn't your fault, and you didn't know it."

Perhaps because he was afraid of saying something embarrassing, Potter chose to remain silent for the next 10 minutes.

And in these 10 minutes, Alice had finished dispensing the potion.

But Abigail and Blake haven't come back yet.Alice couldn't help feeling a little strange.

"Are you broken, Mr. Potter?"

In order to try to ease the embarrassment and pass the time, Alice had no choice but to ask Potter.

Porter replied with a wry smile, "Unfortunately, yes. I got hurt a little at work, so I haven't been able to work normally for the last few months."

Alice gave a slight "Oh" all over, and at the same time glanced at Potter with some concern.

What kind of work can hurt people like this?

Alice guessed that James Potter was probably an Auror.

"what's your name?"

"Alice Atwood."

"My name is James Potter, and the one just now is my good friend, and his name is Sirius Black." James Potter said, "He looks a little irritable, doesn't he?"

Alice nodded slightly, and replied timidly, "It's really a bit scary."

Potter laughed. "He's going to be like that if he's in a hurry!"

"Speaking of it—" Alice finally realized something when Potter mentioned Black, "Why haven't Abby and Black come back after so long?"

Potter looked out the door meaningfully, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Maybe... we should go out and have a look?"

"You can't move now, Mr. Potter," Alice said, "let me go."

Although she certainly knew what Potter's intention was when he said that.

Alice had just walked to the door of the ward when she heard the sound of Abigail and Blake arguing from outside.

"I've told you my decision, no less than a hundred times!" Abigail's tone has never been so impatient as at this moment, "If you still want to ask the previous question, don't waste your time, I won't join."

Blake: "..."

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Seeing that Blake didn't answer, Abigail continued to ask, "If not, I'll go back to work first."

Only then did Black raise his head, and said lazily: "You have already given Dumbledore an answer, so what about my answer?"

"What, what?" Abigail looked at Black in bewilderment.

"What's your answer to me?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Don't try to be stupid, Abigail, you don't fit in at all," Blake said sharply. "You know what I mean. You've been running away all this time, haven't you? But you What are you afraid of... Is it me, or your own heart?"

……

Although Alice didn't understand what Abigail and Blake were discussing, she knew she must have heard something she shouldn't have heard.

Alice had to sneak around the corner until Abigail and Blake finished their argument.

Alice thought, Abigail, Black and Potter are definitely not just ordinary classmates.Abigail must be hiding something else.But why didn't Abigail tell herself anything?

Potter and Black...are they really two Aurors again?

Alice felt that her head was in a mess, so in the end, she couldn't figure out all the connections.

Perhaps there is only one way to get the answer——

That is to ask Abigail directly.

"Are you talking about Potter and Black?"

Alice nodded.

"No, they're not Aurors."

Alice then asked: "Then they are—"

Abigail hesitated, "They have a job. Although they are not Aurors, this job is no less dangerous than an Auror. That's all I can say."

Alice stared at Abigail's side face, and looked at Abigail's furrowed brows. Alice felt that Abigail must have some difficulties.

So she didn't intend to go any further.

However, there is one more thing she must confirm.

"So...are they bad people?"

Abigail looked at her in surprise, as if she hadn't expected her to ask such a question at all.

"Oh, no, of course not." Abigail smiled wryly, "They are not bad people. But if they want to get your contact information, you don't have to give them your contact information, promise me? "

"Why?" Alice was puzzled, "If they are not bad people, why can't I contact them?"

"because--"

Abigail paused for a moment, and a layer of gray emotion suddenly appeared in her light-colored eyes.

"Because it's just the opposite," she said. "They're not bad people .