Amosta used a little trick when he left the hotel where he was staying. He changed his appearance, and the reason for doing this was to cause unnecessary trouble.
Although he has not left his room these days, through letters and various newspapers and periodicals delivered on time every morning, he probably knows how much repercussions he has caused in the magical world.
To be honest, in his heart, Amosta does not expect to become a celebrity. He prefers to live in the shadows with ease. But since that night at the seaside, after destroying the cave where Voldemort hid the Horcrux, He understood one thing.
One day in the future, Voldemort will really return to the magical world, and when he tries to stir up trouble again with his evil intentions, it is just a beautiful vision that Voldemort will not find him in time and stay out of the matter.
In fact, he couldn't do anything to watch so many innocent wizards and Muggles die tragically, just like the inferi in the lake.
Is Voldemort scary?
For ordinary people, this is a question that can be answered without thinking. For Amosta or Dumbledore, the answer is not terrible, but it is very difficult.
Once the dispute breaks out again, it is very likely to turn into a protracted war. The outcome of the war cannot be determined by a duel, but by a confrontation between two or more huge groups.
Led by Voldemort, there are some radical-thinking families in the pure-blood wizard family and groups of dark creatures that have long been dissatisfied with the order of the wizarding world led by wizards. And, the forces represented by Dumbledore hope that the magical world will subtly complete changes in peace. In addition, with the current Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge as the spokesperson, he hopes to stick to the rules and reject both change and the return to the medieval 'conservatives'.
When the three forces are at odds with each other, Amosta must ensure that his independent voice can be heard, otherwise he will become a 'super thug', Dumbledore's or the Ministry of Magic's.
To do this, he had to make some 'sacrifice'.
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies is not far from the Ministry of Magic. However, it is not built underground like the Ministry of Magic because it is not particularly hygienic. Moreover, many patients need to enjoy full sunlight. You can't just Deceiving the patient by leaning on the window and projecting a bright sunny scene.
But in terms of entrance style, St. Mungo's and the Ministry of Magic are similar.
St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located on a Muggle shopping street in downtown London. There are some Muggle clothing stores and boutiques on both sides of the spacious road, so the flow of people on this street is not small.
"It's strange. The rent here is not cheap, but it has never been opened—"
A Muggle woman carrying large and small bags passed behind Amosta. Although her appearance changed, Amosta exuded a unique temperament that made the Muggle woman take a second look. , also sparked her complaints about the store Amosta was eyeing.
In front of Amosta is an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., with a decaying and deserted appearance that is exactly the same as the telephone booth at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.
There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different poses, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago. A large sign 'Closed for Renovation' hangs on the dusty door bolt.
Although Amosta knew the location of St. Mungo's, he had never 'consumed' it before. His level of potions was also outstanding. Some of the magic backlash he suffered due to the failure of experimenting with new magic spells had returned. Or he took care of all the injuries he received due to carelessness when he was on a mission in the underground world.
His eyes wandered, and after pondering for a moment, Amosta put his face close to the ugliest dummy.
"Well, I'm Amosta Braine from Hogwarts. I'm here to visit my students and colleagues."
The dummy in the window nodded slightly and waved connected fingers at Amosta. Immediately, Amosta noticed that the space in front of him had changed, and an invisible door opened in his field of vision. .
Outside is a bustling street with busy traffic, and the waiting room of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies is no less noisy than outside. There are many patients queuing up making very strange noises. Amosta saw that one of the people lining up had a full head. The Great Khan Witch seemed to have mistakenly used the human body transformation technique. Her face became square and square, and she kept making sharp whistles while swallowing steam.
The front page of the Daily Prophet that the witch was holding to cool her down was printed with a photo of herself attending a press conference a few days ago.
The people who appear here are either enduring pain or are too busy to kick the front. No one cares about the curious look of an ordinary-looking wizard.
The front of the queue of patients was the information desk. Behind the desk sat a fat, blond witch, but she basically didn't like to answer the patients' inquiries. She just pointed impatiently at the instruction sheet standing by her hand. A big sign, holding a copy of the latest issue of "Wizard Weekly" tightly in his chubby hands.
When she has free time, this fat blond witch will smile infatuatedly at the young wizard with soft features and an upright figure on the cover of the weekly magazine.
Amosta shuddered and quickly looked away.
He didn't ask Draco Malfoy which ward he was in. He just glanced at the guidance board and knew that he should go to the Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor.
Following the staggering patient, Amosta walked out of the waiting room and passed through a narrow corridor with portraits of famous therapists on both sides. Amosta also saw a portrait of Adairy Foley inside.
A series of crystal bubbles floated under the ceiling in the corridor. These bubbles looked like soap bubbles and contained lighting candles. The therapist's offices on both sides were full of unlucky wizards coming in and out. When Amosta passed by one door, a yellow smell suddenly wafted out, and at the same time, a faint wailing could be heard behind the closed door. Voice.
Speaking of which, except for the time when he lived in an orphanage when he was a child in this life, he has not stepped into the door of a hospital in the past ten years. Of course, the school hospital is another matter.
When he arrived on the fifth floor, Amosta had already captured Draco's magic in the chaotic magic environment. He was in a ward at the end of the long corridor, which was separated from the chaotic environment outside by a large golden wooden door. , there was a middle-aged wizard with a big belly who was also looking at a copy of today's Daily Prophet.
Among pure-blood wizarding families, the Malfoy family is second to none in terms of gifts.
Lucius Malfoy would definitely not be willing to let Draco be crowded together with a bunch of 'lower people'. It can be expected that Draco will be served by the best team of therapists at St. Mungo's.
"sorry for bothering--"
Amosta knocked on the wooden table in front of the middle-aged wizard with his finger, and faced the pair of eyes that looked slightly empty and confused after putting down the newspaper, and said politely,
"I'm here to visit Draco Malfoy, could you please open the door?"
"oh!"
The middle-aged wizard hurriedly stood up and opened the door, but when his hand fell on the door lock, he suddenly came to his senses, turned around and stared at Amosta with a different face warily.
"Have you made a reservation in advance and obtained permission, sir? If not, according to the rules, I cannot let you in!"
"Ah, what a pity, I just made it up on the spur of the moment and didn't say hello in advance--"
Amosta smiled and said, "Well, can you please go and tell me that I am the professor at that kid's school, and I taught him the levitation spell step by step. I believe he will let me in."
Do you still need to teach the floating spell by hand?
The middle-aged security wizard stared at Amosta suspiciously, cursing in his heart, but then he opened his eyes wide and excitedly shook the newspaper in his hand at Amosta.
"Professor in school - you mean, Hogwarts, then - you must know Mr. Amosta Brain, he is very famous, isn't he? I mean, uh, maybe it's a little presumptuous, but you Can you ask him for a signature for me? I wrote him a letter, but it’s been three days and I haven’t gotten any response!
Oh. I really miss the time when Lockhart didn't have any accidents. He never made me wait for more than a day! "
(End of chapter)
