The Admiral of Hogwarts

Even with many obstacles cleared away in an official capacity, transferring two patients who have been hospitalized for over a decade from St. Mungo's is no simple task.

For instance, besides the hospital director's signature, Guanghui also needs to communicate with the patients' families and their primary healers, obtaining their permission.

The family aspect is easier to handle. After all, with Dumbledore as a guarantor, Mrs. Longbottom naturally agrees to have her son and daughter-in-law try a new treatment plan in the Western Balkans.

However, persuading the primary healer requires some effort. After all, the healer has lived with these patients for over a decade and naturally has feelings for them, hoping to see something beneficial for the patients.

"Alright, let me demonstrate our healing magic." Knowing the other party meant well, Guanghui drew his long magic wand, which serves as a ship-mounted weapon, and began to cast a spell.

With the incantation, clusters of holy light rose from the wand, then turned into golden raindrops falling on the patients throughout the room.

Unlike the holy light of St. George, Guanghui's holy light carried a gentle life force in addition to its sacred power, lacking the intense iron-bloodedness and killing intent.

The patients in the ward quickly relaxed after sensing this power, and the primary female healer, after waving her wand and examining several patients, revealed a shocked expression.

"This is simply amazing!" After finishing the examination of the last patient, the healer turned to look at Hugo and them, saying, "I feel that their bodies have been restored, and their souls are also improving."

"Yes, this is a unique magic of ours, which can extend the healing effect to the soul," Guanghui nodded, then suddenly changed the subject.

"Does your hospital allow magical plants to be placed at the bedside of patients? I remember that in our hospital, to avoid accidents caused by magical conflicts, magical plants are not allowed in the wards."

As he spoke, Guanghui pointed to a plant placed on a bedside table. This ward was obviously a long-term residence for the patient. There were more personal items around the bed than at Mr. Weasley's, so naturally, many things were placed there.

The plant Guanghui was pointing at was one of these items, with vines resembling tentacles. Perhaps because of Guanghui's spell just now, the vines were waving excitedly.

"Oh, that's a Christmas gift someone sent to Mr. Bode, a beautiful Christmas cactus," the female healer said with a glance. "This is a long-term treatment ward, so a cozy arrangement helps patients recover."

"I can assure you that this is definitely not a Christmas cactus," Guanghui said, gripping the magic wand in his hand warily. "Christmas cacti are much greener than this, and more importantly, they definitely won't move around with my magic."

After speaking, Guanghui raised his wand and gradually approached the plant, then made the wand tip shine like a light bulb. Under the illumination, the tentacles on the plant quickly began to shrink back, trying to avoid the light.

"It's confirmed. This is a young Devil's Snare, which doesn't entangle people yet, but still hates light," Guanghui said, looking at the healer in front of him. "I personally think it's a bit too dangerous to put a Devil's Snare, which can entangle people in just one or two weeks, at the bedside."

"No, I can assure you that St. Mungo's definitely doesn't have the habit of bringing such dangerous things into the ward, because this thing can really kill people," the healer said, becoming nervous after seeing Guanghui's experiment just now.

Soon, the healer used a special communication method to issue an alarm, and several healers and security personnel from St. Mungo's immediately came in.

The next step was naturally the magical hospital's internal investigation into this attempted terrorist attack, so besides Guanghui staying here as a witness to assist in the investigation, Granger siblings quickly left and went downstairs to join Mr. Weasley.

After roughly finishing the examination, Mr. Weasley looked at Hugo and Hermione returning and asked curiously, "Weren't you going upstairs for tea? Why are you back so soon?"

"We encountered an attempted murder case upstairs," Hugo explained what had just happened while checking Mr. Weasley's wound.

"Bode—he's from the Department of Mysteries. No one knows what their work usually is," Mr. Weasley said, while Hugo was helping him check the wound, talking about the news they brought.

"I have a nodding acquaintance with him. In my impression, he is usually a somewhat silent person. I haven't seen anyone in the Ministry of Magic get close to him. He is a standard taciturn person."

"However, a few days ago, I saw in a newspaper that he was injured on duty and sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. Now it seems that there should be some noteworthy things behind this injury on duty—"

"Alright, alright, don't get excited. We just need to tell Dumbledore about this," Mrs. Weasley gently patted the uninjured arm of Mr. Weasley, who was getting more and more excited, and then turned to look at Hugo.

"By the way, how is the wound on his arm now? I just checked it, and at least from my point of view, it seems to have improved."

"It should be said that the entire injury has been completely reversed," Hugo said with a smile. "The toxicity in Mr. Weasley's blood has been removed for the most part, so he should recover in a day or two."

This is one of the biggest differences between the wizarding world and the ordinary world. As long as the medicine or spell is appropriate, many diseases that take ordinary people a long time to deal with can be cured instantly.

And now, the medicine Hugo found is not only very effective, but also contains a gentle holy light that can gradually improve Mr. Weasley's body, so that's why he thinks Mr. Weasley can be discharged within a day or two.

The diagnosis of the healer who came in later also confirmed Hugo's idea. After a brief examination, he said that if there were no accidents, Mr. Weasley would be able to leave the hospital tomorrow.

"In that case, you can take some of my luggage back first," Mr. Weasley, knowing he could be discharged tomorrow, suddenly became energetic and began to instruct on what to do next.

"Okay, I'll help you take those things away now," Mrs. Weasley nodded, then suddenly asked as if remembering something. "By the way, do you need me to pick you up when you leave the hospital tomorrow?"

"You don't need to bother with that. I think I can still manage to go back such a short distance," Mr. Weasley shook his head with a smile. "After all, you've been busy these days. Now that I'm better, you can finally rest."

So, in the following time, the Granger siblings, who had eaten a mouthful of dog food, quickly helped Mrs. Weasley pack up the luggage to be taken away, and then everyone took the subway back to Sirius Black's residence in Grimmauld Place.