[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

"Professor Dumbledore?" Eli said in disbelief. After a brief hesitation, he immediately quickened his pace and quickly walked down the stairs. Standing in front of Dumbledore, he felt a little at a loss, "Sorry, my mother didn't Tell me she went to trouble you..."

"Actually, Linda did not." Dumbledore said happily, "She went to ask Edgar Burns, and the accident reversal team is finishing the matter. After nearly a week of overtime, they The aftermath is almost over. In theory, he can take you to see the follow-up of this matter. But Edgar always acts with his colleagues, and it is not convenient to pay attention to your situation at all times, so he Instead, please me, luckily, I happen to be free today."

Eli wanted to say that he didn't need someone to take special care of him. He was clear-headed and familiar with the Muggle world, so he would never be a hindrance. He was probably more skilled than most wizards in dealing with Muggles.But he is also a smart person at the same time, he understands that Dumbledore's appearance is definitely not as coincidental as he said - the possibility of such a well-known and important figure like him being free is too low, so he deliberately spared a day from his schedule Only reasonable.

So he didn't refute the headmaster's easy remarks, and after a pause, he nodded quietly.

"Then I'll trouble you, Professor," he said, earnestly and sincerely. "Thank you for such a perfect coincidence. It is a great honor to experience this day with you."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him through half-moon-shaped lenses, and the wise elder, who clearly understood his voice easily, smiled softly at him.

"I am also very honored." Dumbledore said kindly, "It is always a pleasure to get along with young people who are full of vigor, especially this young man is still so smart and wise. A promising future."

Before we move, we need to do a little preparation, Eli.said Dumbledore.He tapped the top of Eli's head with the hand holding the wand, and a cold feeling enveloped his body: the Disillusionment Charm, which makes his magic invisible to others.Eli knew this, he looked down at himself, and sure enough, he saw that his body merged with the color of the living room, this kind of visual experience is quite amazing.

"I think you can probably do a good job yourself, but since I personally signed the annual notice prohibiting underage students from using magic outside of school, I think it's better to be cautious." Dumbledore said He blinked and pressed his shoulder, "Are you ready? We are going to join Edgar."

Ready.Eli nodded, and after a whirl of blurred colors, with a bang, they stood outside a busy hospital.

This hospital is located in a busy area, full of crowded people and traffic.The crisp popping sound startled the people and cars nearby, but when they looked over one after another, they found that there was nothing here, so they could only look at each other inexplicably.

Maybe something like a balloon was suddenly popped.They muttered their conclusions and went about their business.If you don't know anything about magic, even if you see some strange things with your own eyes, people still won't associate it with magic.

"Mr. Burns and his colleagues are in the hospital?" Eli looked at Dumbledore inquiringly, "The Reversal of Accidental Events Team sounds like they want to deal with some accidental events brought about by magic, but like this kind of accidents that happen all over the UK With the major incidents of concern, how is this group going to make things work?"

"I have to regret to say that the Reversal of Contingencies Team is unable to completely erase this incident from everyone's memory on an event of this magnitude. Up to this point." Dumbledore said heavily and calmly, "But we are wizards with magic after all, and we still have some ways to do things that Muggles can do nothing about... They are probably on the seventh floor now, preparing to It's a relatively large magic, we came just in time, we can go and see it together."

With the help of the illusion spell, they quietly entered the hospital and arrived at the inpatient department on the seventh floor.The patients with mild symptoms have been discharged from the hospital, and those who still live here are the innocent victims who were seriously injured in this magical accident: some of them fell into the icy Thames for too long in the cold winter, and their bodies caused irreversible damage. Injuries, such as general paralysis and high paraplegia: some were unfortunately located in the middle of the bridge in the accident at that time, and the stones cracked by the magic spell hit the head and body, causing concussion, severe fractures and disfigurement , The high cost of surgery and the damage caused by black magic, whether it is the hospital itself or themselves, there are not many remedies that can be done.

And they were given such a nightmare-like heavy fate, not because they did anything wrong, but just because of bad luck.

When they came in, all the patients in the ward fell into a coma, and Eli understood that they must have been under the sleeping spell, because there were two unconscious medical staff in the corner of the ward.The staff of the incident reversal team shuttled around the ward, some poured medicine into the mouth of the sleeping patient, and some waved a magic wand to restore the patient's severely deformed bone tissue.It's delicate work, and they're not St. Mungo's therapists, and they're doing it with extreme care.

"We should bring in a St. Mungo's healer, Edgar," said a wizard with heavy black eyes, wearily. "Their bones look normal, but I'm not entirely sure they walked. Will Lu Lai limp a little...it's almost okay, I think, I cast this spell dozens of times this week, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"It's hard work, that's unrealistic." Edgar Burns sighed, "The Muggles staying here are already in a situation we can handle, and St. The Muggles directly hit by the spell, St. Mungo is stepping up the treatment...There is a serious shortage of manpower everywhere, and the healers simply can't spare time to come here, repairing is always much more difficult than destroying."

Another blond-haired witch also understood the situation, waving her wand as she whispered additional explanations to her colleague.

"Even the few Muggles who lived in St. Mungo's were relatively lucky. Three Muggles ran into a Death Eater head-on on Christmas Eve. They were cast with a death curse and died on the spot. One Innocent Muggle family, mom and dad brought their children out for Christmas, the Muggle official statement is that the three had a family history of heart disease, and died suddenly on Christmas Eve."

There was a brief silence in the ward, and everyone continued to do their own things in silence, and the atmosphere was a little depressed.The wizard who asked the question at the beginning sighed silently, recuperated, and made himself look a little excited.

"Okay, the situation of these Muggles has been dealt with almost." He said loudly, trying to make his tone look energetic, "The serious injuries turned into minor injuries, and the frozen ones regained consciousness. The next stage is now Now, Confusion Charm, Memory Modification Charm, what else?"

"Forgetting is also needed." Edgar Burns, as the team leader, arranged tasks for his colleagues in detail, "We need to treat all relevant therapists in the hospital—Muggles call them doctors and Nurses—cast the confusion spell to ensure that they feel that their patients can recover to this level. There are also relatives of the patients concerned, and their relatives and friends who know about this matter, all need different degrees of memory modification. And the newspaper office Journalists need to retrieve the medical records they collected; don’t worry about the rest. Even if critics suddenly find themselves wrong, they will not stand up and correct them. Without a new focus, readers will soon forget this. It's okay."

"Another big job," someone muttered with a sigh. "Damn it, we just finished dealing with so many people at Westminster Bridge that night... these Muggles won't realize what's going on, they won't Believe in magic."

"But each of us knows there is," said Edgar Burns calmly, "and also knows that the Muggles have been implicated by the wizarding world - get moving, folks, for our own conscience."

Some of the wizards shrugged, others were silent.Everyone dragged their tired bodies and continued to do their own work; Edgar Bones was the last to walk, and before leaving the ward, he looked towards the corner of the ward where Dumbledore and Eli were standing.

Dumbledore nodded gently at him, and Eli stood aside, paused, and suddenly stepped forward.

"Wait for me." He said to Edgar Burns.Edgar raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and still waited in place. A few minutes later, he felt his arm being touched, and Eli Smith stood in front of him again, and handed the bag in his hand to he.

"Muggle coffee." He said, "It's for refreshing your mind. Although the effect is not as good as refreshing medicine, I think it's better than nothing... Fortunately, I always carry Muggle coins with me. After hard work, even if It’s a little extra compensation for working overtime, and the taste is not bad.”

Edgar raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking a little moved.

"Thanks," he said, reaching out to take the bag. "My colleagues will be very happy. Although it may not work, it is always nice to have someone say you have worked hard. But you Don’t think we’re doing a good job or anything, it’s our job, our job.”

Eli just smiled at his self-effacing.

"Work is business," he said, "but conscience is not."

The two of them stared at each other silently for a while, and Edgar laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Eli, is it?" he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Seeing young people like you, it seems that the future of the wizarding world has become worth looking forward to."

They didn't talk any more, Edgar went back to his work, Dumbledore and Eli walked out of the hospital and wandered the streets of London, neither of them spoke at once.

Despite recent tragedies such as the collapse of the Westminster Bridge, for more ordinary people, since it was only the Westminster Bridge that exploded, not the earth itself, they still have to continue to devote themselves to work and live a peaceful and ordinary life.

Of course there are different places, and what happened will leave footprints.They didn't walk long before they saw a small group of people walking down the street with donation boxes. The reason for their donation was clearly written: Charity Fund for the Victims of the Westminster Bridge Collapse.

"Watch and help each other." Eli said softly, "Muggles are like this too, no different from wizards."

When he passed by, he dropped a large denomination pound into the donation box, and got a warm handshake from the person in charge to thank him.To his surprise, Dumbledore also made the same move - seeing the professor of his magic school take out a pound, this feeling is really quite amazing.

"Is it Transfiguration, Professor?" Eli asked with interest.

"Ah, of course not, this pound will be of great use, and it would be too unreasonable if the Transfiguration accidentally fails midway." Dumbledore said kindly, stroking his beard happily, "Of course I also have Sterling, we are going to the Muggle world today, so naturally we have to follow the rules here, don't we?"

The truth is of course this is the case.Eli nodded and apologized sincerely: "Sorry, professor, most of the pure-blood wizards I have met before have little understanding of the Muggle world, which makes me a little preconceived."

"But in fact there is no difference between wizards and Muggles except for magic, isn't there?" They strolled through the streets of London, Dumbledore said calmly, "We are also British, speak the same language, essentially There is no difference. So some wizards think that they are more noble than Muggles, and even want to enslave and rule Muggles, I think it is very unreasonable."

"I think so too." Eli whispered, he paused, and said truthfully, "But as far as I see, there may be quite a few people who hold this idea, but take it as a kind of A stand must be taken, and few wizards are willing to fight evil to defend it... Why are you always so firm, Professor Dumbledore? Since your youth, you have been defending the weak appeal for the interests of the people, and do not hesitate to meet doubts and infamy at certain times. With your talent and ability, you could have always maintained your personal detachment and lofty status no matter how the authorities change... Is it worth it for all this to affect yourself? ?”

On the bustling streets of London, Dumbledore stopped and turned to look at him.

"If you ask me, my answer is worth it." Dumbledore said calmly, "During Grindelwald's time, wizards wanted to rule Muggles for a more grandiose reason: for the greater good. But like A young man like you must be able to figure out why people should always use this reason to restrain themselves, not to use it as an excuse to do things without authorization. Decide the fate of others. Whether wizards or Muggles, we are all created equal."

He was silent for a short while, staring at Eli, his blue eyes seemed to contain a deep sea.

"Justice will not win out of thin air, and the dawn will not come as promised. Only when someone persists can we see the dawn of hope." He said, "Unite every bit of strength that can be united, even in the darkest moment, as long as there are still people Keep watching, and justice will rise from the ashes. For a brighter world—this is what the Order of the Phoenix was founded for."

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