harry potter book of crimes

...with a very long cane?"

"Yes, and that gentleman looks very young, but his conversation is very mature..."

"Oh, that's Maka! It must be Maka!"

In this old church, R.A.'s friends were sitting on the benches to rest, while Hermione, Harry and others gathered at the front steps to talk to little Victor.

And when little Victor talked about the gentleman who told him many things, everyone quickly realized that it was probably Maka.

Hermione paused, then asked again:

"Sir, what else did he say to you? Did he tell you anything about those dark creatures?"

Since she led so many people to London, she naturally wanted to know more. Not to mention that she had doubts about the cause behind this disaster, just listening to Maka's views on those monsters, maybe this trip

It can get even smoother.

It's a pity that although Maka explained a lot of things to little Victor before, it was just to popularize common sense in the magic world to him.

After all, even if Maka wanted to find someone to analyze those monsters, it would be impossible to discuss it with a Muggle, right?

As for Frena after that, although the intern secretary at the Ministry of Magic was very enthusiastic, she was also willing to answer little Victor's questions.

But her level is far from enough to understand what those terrible monsters created by Haierbo are.

"I don't think he said it," little Victor shook his head at Hermione. "To be honest, even if he did, I probably wouldn't understand it... By the way, are you the wizard's army?"

Sent specifically to deal with those terrifying monsters?"

Ever since he just saw everyone fighting such a large group of monsters, he has been amazed by the power of R.A.'s friends.

It's not like he hasn't seen other wizards fighting monsters, but even those so-called "Aurors" are definitely not as good as these young wizards.

Especially the sense of unity and unity, isn't it just like the Muggle army?

But after hearing this, Hermione could only look at Harry and the others.

"Although we call ourselves 'R.A. (Reserve Army)', we are not really a 'Reserve Army'..." She explained briefly, "Most of us are students from the same magic school.

Even if some have graduated, they are just ordinary wizards..."

"Oh, is that so?" Little Victor suddenly said in surprise, "Student? How could that be..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly recalled some of the vocabulary he had just learned, and then continued:

"Well, I mean, I just met some 'wizard policemen' not long ago... I think they are called 'Aurors', right? But... I don't think they are as powerful as you.

ah?"

Seeing little Victor say this, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little proud, but she still said modestly:

"No, that can't be said... In terms of personal strength alone, probably none of us can compare to an Auror. But we have a very good and very powerful professor who organized training for us and gave us

He imparted valuable knowledge, so we——"

"Hermione," Harry couldn't help but interrupt as he listened, "I have to say, you don't need to put all your efforts on Maka - he won't want that. Oh,

Sir...yes, the professor you met before was our professor, his name is 'Maka McClain';."

Little Victor immediately understood:

"So, that young gentleman is indeed a very powerful wizard... Well, no wonder Miss Frena respects him so much, even though he looks just as old as you..."

"Who is Miss Frena?" Harry asked curiously, "Sir, you seemed to have mentioned just now that she also told you a lot about the magical world?"

"Yes, she is a very kind girl, and she even saved me once!" Little Victor sighed with emotion, "Well, if I hadn't offended the doctor in your magic hospital somehow, I would probably still be here now.

Let's wait for her to wake up in the hospital!"

Hearing the word "Magical Hospital", Hermione was suddenly startled, and then she stretched out her hand to indicate as if she had thought of something.

"Wait, did you mean 'St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry'?" she asked quickly.

Seeing Hermione's question, little Victor calmed down and thought about it, then nodded slightly and said:

"Well, I think I saw the word 'St. Mungo's' on the wall... Yes, that should be right. What's wrong, young lady? Is there something wrong there?"

"Oh no, it's nothing! I was just thinking..." Hermione thought about it again, then suddenly turned to Harry and said, "I want to go to St. Mungo's and the Leaky Cauldron first to have a look - I'm afraid this is

There are two places in London that are most likely to become temporary shelters. We need to confirm them first before searching and rescuing them."

"Miss, you are right!" Little Victor found that he at least understood the sentence, "I don't know what kind of bar it was, but the hospital had become a shelter before I left, and it had been accepted

There have been many refugees."

Although St. Mungo's accepts only wizards, he is the only one who enters as a Muggle.

But little Victor didn't care about this, and it was difficult to distinguish between Muggles and wizards in the chaotic hospital hall. In his opinion, they were all "human beings" anyway.

"Well, speaking of which...at least Neville is very likely to be at St. Mungo's!" Harry said suddenly.

...

Since both Neville's parents lived on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's, it was indeed very likely that Neville and his grandmother would come together during this disaster.

But little Victor didn't know that the "Neville" in Harry's mouth was the one he entered through the window glass almost at the same time when he left the hospital.

"Help! My grandma needs first aid! Therapist—"

Not long ago, Neville hugged his grandma like this and rushed into the hall.

Although he had just been thrown in by his grandmother with a magic spell, when he suddenly woke up, he was still thinking about saving his grandmother, so he rushed out without even having time to look around.

Now when he came in again, he realized that the St. Mungo's Hall was really in chaos at this moment!

There were people everywhere, including able-bodied evacuees, unconscious injured people, and of course people who had suffered physical injuries and were covered in blood.

Fortunately, even though they were only separated for a short time, St. Mungo's, which had already entered a wartime state, was no longer as confused as when little Victor came in with Frena on his back.

Although it is chaotic at the moment, it is orderly in the chaos, and there are trainee therapists on standby at the door to differentiate between patients.

Just when Neville was confused by this messy scene and didn't know what to do, a young wizard wearing light green robes immediately came to his side.

"Go forward! Don't stop...How did you get injured?"

When the trainee therapist saw that Mrs. Longbottom was vomiting blood from time to time in Neville's arms, she immediately grabbed Neville and urged him to run towards the stairs, checking her injuries while running.

"Ah, yes...I don't know, maybe it was an explosion curse or a crushing curse - I heard a very strong explosion."

"It looks like it to me, that's the Curse Injury Department... No, no, no, don't take the stairs. First aid patients go from the elevator! Come this way——"

Running fast with the trainee therapist, Grandma's body was as light as a quilt in Neville's hands. This feeling made him feel very bad.

It wasn't until the fifth floor that Neville handed his grandma to a therapist for emergency treatment, and it was as if Neville had just felt the weight of a person in his arms. He hung his hands feebly by his sides, leaning against the wall a little bit.

He sat down on the cold ground and took a deep breath.

The courage to fight the monster just now has gradually faded, and the determination to summon the patron saint has slowly been replaced by fatigue, which made him fall down by the corridor, his mind going blank.

The corridor was very busy, with injured patients coming and going with the help of trainee therapists and volunteers. Neville almost unconsciously put his feet back to avoid affecting other patients who needed treatment.

St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Neville thought he had already gotten used to this place, but now he discovered that how many people can really get used to this kind of space full of pain and separation?

"...Longbottom?"

When he heard someone calling his last name, Neville raised his head reflexively.

"You are...oh, it's Harry's..."

"godfather."

As soon as Sirius came out of the ward, he immediately noticed the young man sitting in the corridor. Although he and Neville had barely exchanged a few words, they could at least be considered acquaintances.

"So, the person who was sent in for treatment just now is really Mrs. Longbottom?"

As he said that, Sirius glanced into the ward again, as if to reconfirm his identity.

He didn't know Neville very well, but he had a lot of friendship with Neville's parents. They were both key members of the Order of the Phoenix back then, and they had done a lot of things together. If it hadn't been for the fact that he would have been wrongfully imprisoned in Azka

I have been working for such a long time, so I must have visited the couple at least occasionally over the years.

"Yes, it's my grandma..." Neville nodded, but quickly pursed his lips and said softly, "If I could muster up the courage earlier, maybe it wouldn't be like this."

Naturally, Sirius had no idea what Neville was going through. So he just reached out and patted Neville on the head and said in a deep voice:

"Anyway, stay in St. Mungo's for now! It's much safer here than outside... Your grandma will be fine, trust the therapists at St. Mungo's."

However, before they finished speaking, both of them felt a slight vibration coming from beneath them.

Sirius frowned slightly at once, then lifted his legs and walked towards the stairs - he had to confirm what happened. (To be continued)