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"Oh, kid, be careful! If anything goes wrong when you go back, Bobby will definitely come after me."

Ms. Prout muttered.

While carefully helping Deveraux up.

Deveraux slowly realized where he was.

He looked around.

He found that he and Prout were standing in a long and narrow corridor.

There were dim wall lamps hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Under the light were several confusing paintings.

There was a light gray door at one end of the corridor.

The other end was blocked by a table that almost filled the entire space.

An elderly witch sat behind the table.

She was wearing a uniform.

On her chest was a badge with a wand and a cross bone.

At this moment, she was concentrating on recording something with a feather pen.

She looked meticulous.

"Okay, get out quickly, don't affect others using the door key."

The witch said without raising her head.

The voice was not loud.

But it was full of unquestionable majesty.

Prout nodded.

Patted Deveraux on the shoulder.

Leading him to the gray door.

Deveraux was still a little dazed.

Staggeringly followed Prout through the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the door.

The noisy sound came over him.

It was as if he had suddenly entered a busy vegetable market.

It was noisy all around.

The noise came one after another.

He found himself in a crowded waiting room.

Rows of worn wooden chairs were filled with wizards.

Some of them looked normal.

They were leisurely flipping through newspapers or books.

But more people obviously had strange symptoms.

One wizard's arms turned into a dog's forelimbs.

Another witch's nose completely disappeared.

As if someone had cast an improper elimination spell.

There was another wizard.

Every breath she took made a low, mournful sound like a death knell.

It was as if a band was playing a funeral melody.

It made Deveraux feel as if the chaotic melody of dozens of instruments playing at the same time echoed in his ears.

What was even more outrageous was that.

A witch was held by two wizards.

She kept screaming.

"Fox! Fox! Fox!"

The sound was so harsh that it made people's scalps numb.

Deveraux looked at her strangely and thought to himself.

"Does she want to watch the sequel of "Star Wars" (one of the most famous movies of 20th Century Fox)?"

Then he shook his head secretly.

I think wizards probably don't watch movies.

Male and female wizards in green robes walked around among the patients waiting for treatment.

Asking about the situation.

Taking notes on a writing board.

The chaos and noise here made Deveraux just want to find a quiet place to take a breath.

"Follow me, kid. We're going to the fifth floor."

Ms. Prout and a receptionist nodded and led Deveraux through a set of double doors.

Just as they left the waiting room.

Deveraux's eyes swept over a huge diagram at the reception desk - the structural diagram of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries clearly marked the function of each floor:

Artifact Accidents Department............First Floor

(Crucible explosion, wand misfire, broom collision, etc.)

Biological Injuries Department............Second Floor

(Stings, burns, thorns, etc.)

Strange Bacteria Infection Department............Third Floor

(Dragon Pox, Vanishing Sickness, Lymphatic Fungus, etc.)

Potions and Plant Poisoning Department............Fourth Floor

(Rash, nausea, laughter, etc.)

Curse Injuries Department............Fifth Floor

(Incurable spells, spells used incorrectly, etc.)

Tea Room and Shop............Sixth Floor

Deveraux memorized it at a glance.

Thinking that if I can't explore all the places this time.

I will come here to take a good walk when I continue to explore the secrets.

Right next to the diagram.

He also noticed a huge picture frame.

The picture frame was empty.

The nameplate under the picture frame read:

Dalis Dewent

St. Mungo's Healer (1722-1741)

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster (1741-1768)

I don't know where the people inside are now.

The two quickly passed through a narrow corridor.

On both sides were portraits of famous healers.

Crystal bubbles with candles floated on the ceiling.

It looked like a huge soap bubble.

Green-robed wizards came in and out of each door.

Some rooms emitted terrifying screams.

Others emitted a disgusting stench.

Devereux couldn't help but cover his nose.

But Prout seemed unaffected.

His pace was still fast.

They passed through these doors quickly.

Then there were four flights of stairs on the face.

Prout looked like he went through this every day.

The stairs were moving very fast.

Deveraux followed her with difficulty.

Finally.

They reached the fifth floor.

Deveraux supported her knees.

She was panting as if she had just finished a marathon.

But Prout looked refreshed.

Even her hair was not messy at all.

She turned and looked at Deveraux.

She couldn't help laughing.

"I have always suggested that they install an elevator like the Muggles do, specifically to take patients up and down the stairs. But those old stubborn people said that Muggle doctors are crazy people who cut people open, so how could they learn from them."

Deveraux wanted to laugh.

But he really didn't have the strength.

He covered his chest and tried to calm his breathing.

He forced out a dry smile.

It was a barely acceptable response.

Prout continued to walk through the crowd with Deveraux.

These people looked like they had randomly cast a Transfiguration spell on themselves.

Among them was the wizard who had just replaced his arms with dog's forelimbs.

At this moment, he was trying to grab a cup of potion with his claws.

But he accidentally knocked over the whole bottle.

The blue liquid spilled all over the floor.

Some were covered with feathers.

And two feet grew on their chests.

Devilro couldn't help shuddering.

Compared with these half-human, half-beast or missing limbs patients.

The Devil's Snare he saw in the Herbology class before seemed extremely familiar.

At this moment, he also deeply understood the "first principle of Transfiguration is caution" repeatedly emphasized by Professor McGonagall in class.

After passing through this group of wailing, groaning, and even some semi-crazy patients.

Prout stopped in front of an inconspicuous little door.

This door stood alone at the end of the corridor.

The surroundings were cold and deserted.

Almost no one approached.

There was a small sign hanging on the door.

But the words on it had long been covered by rust.

It was almost unrecognizable.

Prout took out a key from his waist.

Slowly open the door that was obviously covered with dust and rust.

"Squeak--"

The door hinge made a harsh sound.

It seemed that it had not been used for a long time.

Through the crack of the open door, Devereux saw a huge instrument in the middle of the room.

It was covered with a dirty rainproof cloth.

The edge of the cloth was covered with dust.

It exuded an old musty smell.

This machine seemed to have been forgotten long ago.

Standing there quietly.

Prout looked sideways at Devereux.

He showed a comforting smile.

"Come in, kid, the soul examination won't take too long."

Devereux nodded.

Just about to step in.

A strange feeling suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

He turned his head suddenly.

Look at the crowd they just passed.

Most of the people in the corridor had dull eyes.

Or waited for treatment with painful expressions.

No one noticed them.

No one was looking here either.

However.

Deveraux had a strange intuition - someone was watching him!

That gaze was cold and malicious.

Like an invisible snake.

Slithering on his back.

This was the "hunter" intuition given to him by Moody's entry.

Or rather.

It was the instinct he had forged from countless dangers.

"What's wrong, kid?"

Prout's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She looked at him with concern.

Her brows were slightly furrowed.

Deveraux came back to his senses.

He forced a smile.

He shook his head.

He kept this in mind.

"There is a threat in the hospital!"

He took a deep breath.

He walked into the room.

Prout then closed the door.

Bang!

The echo quickly disappeared in the noisy corridor.

The closure of the door shook the rust on the door to fall off.

At the moment when the rust fell off.

The words on the door appeared:

Soul Split Treatment Room.