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"Yes, I know that Sirius is lacking people, especially powerful helpers like Neville. However, let him come back first! Although he has not encountered any too difficult battles with the Muggle Queen, he has been fighting hard these days.

He must be very tired now, it’s best to let him rest before we talk!”

In the tent, Maka was talking to Tonks, who had just come over. But Ron, who had led Tonks over, was just sitting on the side, listening silently.

And just after Maka finished speaking, Tonks immediately said:

"Maka, I also think Longbottom should rest, but... I'm worried that I can't persuade him. As you know, he's a bit stubborn in these aspects now. If he thinks he can continue, I'm afraid he won't.

Come back and rest."

"Well," Maka couldn't help but shake her head after hearing this, "Then you tell him that I asked him to come back and that I have a new task to give him. Besides, Ron! Weren't you thinking about it before?

Do you want to follow? Go ahead and help bring Neville back!"

It wasn't until Maka took the initiative to talk to him that he seemed to have just come back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.

"Ok, I see."

…

Not long after, Ron and Tonks left Maka's tent and walked straight to the middle of the camp. While walking, they heard the two of them chatting casually.

"Tonks, speaking of which, that new wizard town... is called 'Spiral Town', right? Have you visited it? What is it like?"

"Oh, I've been there before," Tonks immediately replied, "It's really a nice place. Everything is new. Although it's not actually all built yet, it's at least much better than the old Diagon Alley.

Got it!"

When Ron heard this, he nodded immediately.

"That's really exciting."

The two of them chatted casually while returning to the open space. Soon they saw that Miss Jones, Tonks' colleague from before, had changed her clothes and was waiting there.

Next to Jones was a St. Mungo's therapist wearing a dark green wizard's robe.

"You two, are you ready?"

"certainly."

When Tonks walked over and asked, the healer picked up the suitcase in his hand and shook it. It was his medical supplies box, with St. Mungo's eye-catching "Bone and Wand" logo printed on it.

"That's good," Tonks nodded slightly, "Mr. Devont, thank you for providing medical help... We are obviously very busy here, so I'm sorry to trouble you."

"What are you talking about? I am a therapist, and it is my job to remove the pain from the injured."

It is actually very clear at this point that when Neville was responsible for protecting the Muggle Queen, although they did not encounter too many attacks, there were still some battles. It was just that the injured Aurors had no chance of life.

I was worried, so I persisted until the escort mission was completed, and then asked Lu Ping for treatment needs.

Because of this, Tonks came here first and invited a therapist to accompany her.

"Okay, let's go there now! The team escorting the Queen has been staying in a church in Grays since the handover with the Muggle army. Jones, if you know the place, take Mr. Derwent with you.

The entourage has revealed itself, and I will be responsible for taking care of Ron."

Before they finished speaking, the two of them put their hands on Devonte and Ron's shoulders, and their eyes suddenly blurred. When their vision became clear again, the four of them were already standing on a field ridge with fresh air.

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At this time, Tonks looked around and soon saw a small church that was not very eye-catching standing not far from here.

"That's right over there."

After saying this, she took the lead and walked forward along the field ridge. Seeing this, the other three people immediately followed her footsteps.

Of course, among the four at this moment, only Ron's eyes did not fall on the church, but instead wandered back and forth on the three people walking in front.

Maka also said before that Tonks was actually more worthy of his attention than Neville, although no matter how hard he stared, he couldn't see the slightest problem.

A few minutes later, the four of them arrived at the door of the church. Tonks glanced at the closed door twice more, then stepped forward and knocked twice.

Then, they saw a head popping out of the window on the second floor and waving towards them.

"Tonks, Jones, you are finally here, please wait a moment! The defensive alert spell is being lifted inside, and it will be opened in a moment."

It actually didn't take much effort to break the curse. After all, they had set the curse themselves. They didn't have to wait too long before they heard the wooden door creak softly and the door opened.

"Neville!"

As soon as he saw his good friends, Ron finally stopped looking at Tonks and the three of them and waved to Neville who walked out of the door.

"Oh, Ron, are you here too?"

To be honest, Neville didn't look in a very good condition at the moment. Especially the fatigue on his face, even though he tried his best to hide it, it was still obvious at a glance.

"Ron...well, let's have a chat later...Mr. Therapist, please come in quickly. We have a wounded person here whose injury has worsened and we urgently need your diagnosis and treatment!"

After he nodded to Ron, he immediately called Devonte to go inside. It seemed that the condition of the injured patient he mentioned was indeed not good.

"Didn't you say that...there are no seriously injured people here?"

Ron was a little confused, but he didn't have time to think too much. He followed Tonks and others and walked into the church. The next moment, he saw the two Aurors standing on both sides of the door.

, and immediately closed the door again after they entered.

What's going on? Are there any enemies outside around here?

However, soon, the four people who had just entered from outside suddenly discovered that something was wrong. The air in the church seemed to be filled with an inexplicable rancid smell.

"Sir, this way..."

Neville led the way, walking very quickly, and led the four of them hurriedly to the depths of the church. On the way, Ron found some male and female witches and wizards sitting feebly on prayer chairs, looking like

What disease is it suffering from?

Of course, compared to the injured patient that Neville took them to see, the situation of those wizards seemed to be nothing.

In the innermost corner of the church, you can see a thin male wizard lying on the floor, his face faintly glowing with a sickly dark blue.

And the rotten stench in the air seemed to be wafting from his body.

"Uh, please step back a little, I'm going to lift the quilt."

Absolutely, Neville said.