Hogwarts Homecoming

Apparition is not allowed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but today this exception was broken.

All regular patients were transferred to the public ward for centralized care.

A large number of vacant individual wards were all arranged for the wounded who were evacuated from the battlefield.

When Mrs. Weasley and Fred and George, who passed the Apparition test last year, brought Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny to the lobby of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, they knew why the Ministry had sent a letter to notify them to come and take care of them.

In sight, almost every healer and nurse wearing the dark green uniform of St. Mungo's was running, with panic on their faces like collapse!

Bang!

"Quick, quick!"

Harry and others who had just appeared in the crowded hall had not yet recovered from the horrific scene of blood stains all over the floor, and a soaked striker suddenly appeared beside them with the wounded.

Hermione and Ginny screamed immediately.

The moment Harry's eyes fell on the wounded man, he immediately felt a cold hand piercing his chest roughly, grasping his heart, and the chill rising from his tailbone rushed straight to his forehead, causing all the hairs on his body to burst.

Half of the wounded man's face was burnt, revealing the burnt red muscle tissue, and there was an 'X'-shaped, shocking scar on his chest!

Moreover, this was not a simple cut.

The trickling blood at the wound kept emitting tiny bubbles, as if boiling!

Two witches rushed down from upstairs, and Harry looked at them, his expression subtly changing.

"Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey?"

Harry's lips moved,

"Why are you here?"

The two Hogwarts faculty members had lost their decent attire in school, and both of them were covered in blood.

Professor McGonagall's neatly combed bun was also scattered on half of her face, but she had no time to wipe it.

"Oh, Potter?"

Professor McGonagall didn't notice them until they were close, but she just glanced at them and ignored them. She used her wand to conjure a stretcher and put the wounded on the stretcher with the striker who came here.

"Can he live? Tell me, can he live?"

It was hard to tell whether the tears on the striker's face were tears or raindrops from his hair. He was full of grief and begged Madam Pomfrey, who was sitting on the stretcher in an unseemly manner and waving her wand to control the wound.

Then, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey quickly climbed the stairs and left.

Harry saw a "river of blood" left where the stretcher passed.

"Asshole!"

The striker who brought the wounded roared in grief and anger, and then he disappeared again.

Harry knew what he was going to do without being reminded!

Howling, crying, cursing, begging, urging

All kinds of people were so intuitive and unconcealed in front of the children, making them tremble!

Harry looked at Hermione and Ginny blankly. The two girls were already in tears.

He suddenly felt his face was a little wet. Harry raised his hand and brushed his cheek with his fingertips. A drop of crystal tears stuck to his fingertips and trembled slightly

"Save me"

After another crisp sound, a seriously injured wizard suddenly appeared at Ron's feet, and Ron was so scared that he retreated and sat on the ground.

The wizard was wearing a tattered black cloak, as if he was wrapped in a fishing net full of sharp blades. There were several inches of cuts all over his body, which made the wizard a bloody man!

But he was still alive.

The strong desire to survive supported him to crawl on the ground with difficulty. He stretched out a bloody hand and wanted to grab the chance to survive!

"Rosier"

Harry's ears suddenly heard Mrs. Weasley's voice,

"Evan Rosier"

Harry stared at Mrs. Weasley's dazed face and heard her mumbling voice.

Evan Rosier. What does that mean?

Who is he, a friend of Mrs. Weasley?

Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through Harry's mind, and he turned his head abruptly to look at the wizard crawling on the ground. Sure enough, in the gap of the torn sleeves, he saw a faint skull pattern!

A healer who was taking magic potions found Evan Rosier. Without saying a word, she waved her wand to make Rosier float up, and was about to take him upstairs for treatment.

"Wait!"

Harry yelled unexpectedly and rushed to the healer.

"What's the matter, kid, do you want to find your relatives? I'm afraid I don't have the time!"

The middle-aged female healer turned her head and looked at Harry, her tone anxious.

Half of the name tag on the middle-aged witch's chest was blocked by blood stains, and the other half was engraved with "Fley".

"He is a Death Eater!"

Harry pointed at Evan Rosier's arm with the Dark Mark exposed, gritted his teeth and said, as if this could explain everything.

"Oh!"

The female therapist named Fley was indeed surprised. She nodded at Harry,

"Thank you for your reminder, child."

Then she was about to take Evan Rosier to treatment.

"He is a Death Eater!"

Harry was very anxious and called out again in confusion.

"I know--"

Fley smiled palely at Harry,

"But the biggest difference between us and Death Eaters is that we respect life. Here, he is just a wounded person who needs help.

As for trying him, that is what the Ministry of Magic needs to do. "

Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching the female therapist disappear around the corner of the stairs, his face blank.

"Woo woo!"

The desperate and sad crying that came into his ears made Harry turn his head.

Mrs. Weasley had squeezed to the information desk to find Mr. Weasley's ward.

Next to the large group of people at the information desk, a witch leaned against the wall, slowly sat on the ground and cried sadly. She covered her face with one hand and held a little girl who was only two or three years old in the other hand.

The mother's sadness infected the little girl. Although she was young and didn't know what happened, she also cried sharply.

Harry didn't want to think about what happened to this lady. He just stared at the mother and daughter blankly.

"Found it!"

Mrs. Weasley squeezed out of the crowd,

"He's on the third floor! "

Mrs. Weasley, her children, including Ron, had no time to care about what kind of mental journey Harry had gone through. They all swarmed to the stairs and rushed to climb the stairs.

"Come on, Harry, you can't help her--"

Hermione took Harry's arm, looking sad.

Harry was dragged upstairs by Hermione, but his head was always facing the mother and daughter until they were out of his sight.

There were many people going up and down the stairs. Hermione took Harry to the third floor with difficulty, and when they walked out of the stairs, a row of blind people parked against the wall The cloth-covered stretcher hit Harry and Hermione hard again!

Will Sirius be inside?

This thought popped up in Harry's mind uncontrollably.

But then, he shook his head violently, and his thoughts seemed to be burned.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Sirius would never... Otherwise, the Ministry would definitely notify him!

The noise in his ears seemed to be stripped away, and the whole world seemed to have only the voice of him convincing himself in his heart!

"Sorry, I can only use crutches"

When passing an emergency ward, Harry once again Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice for the first time, he and Hermione stopped and looked towards the ward.

"Oh, it's not too bad."

The dark-skinned wizard lying on the bed said.

It's Kingsley!

Hermione's pure pupils were filled with tears again.

But Harry was more concerned about Madam Pomfrey, who was bandaging Kingsley's broken leg.

What about the wounded man who was just sent downstairs?

Is he okay?

Harry wanted to ask Madam Pomfrey, but after moving his lips, he still didn't have the courage to ask this question.

The two of them were again After walking through several wards, I finally saw the Weasley family.

Mrs. Weasley sat by the bed, sobbing, and several children stood behind her, facing Mr. Weasley on the bed. Harry and Hermione standing at the door couldn't see their expressions.

"Don't cry. It's okay--"

Mr. Weasley raised his hand slightly with difficulty and touched Mrs. Weasley's cheek. He was wrapped in bandages all over his body, and his face and injuries could not be seen clearly.

"I'm finally here, it's me--Gideon and Fabian will be relieved." (End of this chapter)