Chapter 483 St. Mungo's Magic Hospital

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is located in the center of London, not far from the building that Anton bought before in Grimmauld Square, and there is a direct subway train that can rattle.

The outside of the hospital is an old-fashioned red brick department store named Taotao Co., Ltd., which looks like it has closed down.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries not only treats wizards, but also Muggles who have been injured by magic. Of course, in the end, they will use the Forgetting Charm to cleanse their memories.

Except for the tea room and shop on the sixth floor, the remaining five floors are all different departments.

The Artifact Accident Department on the first floor usually treats some cases of crucible explosion, wand misfire, broom collision and so on.

The fifth floor is the curse damage department.

The remaining two, three, and four are the 'Biological Injury Section', 'Strange Bacteria Infection Section', and 'Pharmaceutical and Plant Poisoning Section'.

Anton looked at the signboard with some curiosity.

This division of families is particularly interesting, as the damage done by magical animals and magical plants belong to their own family, which is normal.

But he has never been exposed to the 'magic germ'.

Oh, they call this 'strange germs'. Judging from the contents of the department's introduction, dragon pox, a terrible infectious disease, ranks first.

This person died of many people Anton knew, such as Draco's grandfather, the fourth Minister of Magic, Tina and Queenie's parents...

The disease is a bit like smallpox or chickenpox. It will turn the skin of the patient blue, sometimes purple, and sparks will be ejected from the nostrils when they sneeze. The fatality rate is very high.

When Anton was in the history of magic class, he heard Professor Binns talk about the impact of this epidemic on the wizarding world. Later, Anton compared the history of the Muggle world, and found that the disease appeared almost at the same time as the Black Death of Muggles.

"You can visit the patient now, but it won't be too long, he needs to rest."

A witch in a green wizard robe walks by.

Anton turned his head, nodded with a smile, threw the paper cup into the trash can, walked along the corridor to the door of the ward, knocked, and then opened the door and walked in.

Old Ronaldo leaned on the upturned hospital bed with his pillow on his head, his face was a little pale, when he saw him come in, his nose twitched, "Oh~ you just drank coffee!"

Anton shrugged, "The hospital only serves coffee."

The coffee beans used to make coffee and the cocoa beans used to make chocolate seem to be able to provide good benefits for wizards, so these two types are almost filled in the diet structure of wizards.

"It's a pity..." Old Ronaldo smacked his mouth, "I haven't been able to drink coffee for a while."

"You can try to drink tea in the future. This is also a good choice. Excessive coffee is not necessarily good." Anton pulled out his wand and released a 'clean up' on the fruit plate next to the hospital bed, wishing you a speedy recovery , you're a hero, we're proud of you - the Auror's Office' deck of cards moved aside and an apple was drawn from it.

Bite hard, crisp and full, the juice splashes in the mouth, and the natural and fresh apple aroma is strong.

When Anton read online articles in his previous life, he was crazily obsessed with a theme based on farming and food. The protagonists in it could use mysterious spring water to grow fruits and food that doubled their taste.

The name was probably something like 'Pocket Farm', but he couldn't remember it clearly. If he didn't use magic to look back at those memories, it seemed that some memories of his previous life gradually became blurred.

It should be the same as the fruit in the wizarding world, even if it looks like an ordinary fruit.

Especially apples, this is actually a common potion ingredient that most people don't realize.

"Oh~"

Old Ronaldo beckoned, "Forget it, I don't like drinking tea, I don't have much free time to play with these delicate and fragile tea sets."

Anton smiled and didn't argue, just raised his eyebrows, "Yes, after you are discharged from the hospital, you, the Auror hero, will probably be promoted and become the Ministry of Magic master you used to talk about before."

Old Ronaldo smiled, beckoned Anton to move closer, glanced towards the door, and then whispered, "They want to weaken Mad-Eye's influence in the Auror office, you know, half of Azkaban All the criminals were captured by him, this time is obviously an opportunity."

He lightly patted his right foot which was hung up high with a plaster cast, "And I have to wait for that guy Fudge to help me operate it."

"Of course, our boss, Director Scrimgeour, should also play a role. He doesn't want a second Mad-Eye in the office. I should be transferred to another department."

Anton blinked, and looked at the old man in amazement, "You can figure everything out very clearly."

Old Ronaldo pointed to his eyes proudly, "I've spent my whole life without accomplishing anything, so I just figured out these ways."

He sighed a little, and looked at Anton with complicated eyes, "I was lucky to meet you. But you are not so lucky to meet me."

"If there are no accidents, I should really not be able to be an Auror in the future."

"That is to say..."

Anton froze for a moment, "Can I continue to be your apprentice?"

Old Ronaldo was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "Director Scrimgeour certainly doesn't want me to have any influence on the Aurors. He has always emphasized the independence of the Aurors' office."

Anton smacked his lips, "It's very interesting to study with you. I didn't expect the time to be so short."

Old Ronaldo also expressed a lot of emotion, "Indeed, don't expect other Aurors to have the same temper as me."

"Son, let me give you a piece of advice."

Anton's expression became serious, and old Ronaldo was obviously very pleased. This kid might look a little out of tune sometimes, but he could always tell the good from others.

Well, old Ronaldo cared a lot about that.

As Fudge said, the future is still long, and old Ronaldo will also make a living in the Ministry of Magic in the future. Fudge wanted the future support he had with Anton, and of course he wanted it.

"Listen, don't get involved with Dumbledore's faction, Mad-Eye, the Longbottom family, the Kinlace family..."

Old Ronaldo squinted his eyes, "I am not telling you right or wrong, nor am I trying to tell you about your interests, but people from this faction have a lot of accidents."

Anton nodded thoughtfully.

"Then whose side should I be on, to drink coffee more easily?"

Old Ronaldo smiled and pointed at Anton, "You kid."

He said with a strange expression on his face, "Remember, we are humble, thoughtless Ministry of Magic machines, faithfully executing the deliberate orders from the brain, that's all."

"You mean..."

Anton took a bite of the apple vigorously, "Scremgeour?"

Old Ronaldo smiled, "Fujita is not afraid, Dumbledore is not afraid, the mysterious man... Hehe, he is still not afraid!"

"Understood?"

"Such a strong-headed person, standing by your side, the sky will fall, he is more resistant than anyone else."

Anton gave a thumbs up in amazement, "Transparent!"

Old Ronaldo opened and closed his mouth, and looked at Anton eating the apple enviously, "It's a pity, I'm too old to eat apples anymore."

"Oh~, this is simple."

Anton pulled out his wand and waved it lightly. The apples on the fruit plate floated up, and the stems on top swelled in mid-air, turning into a smooth brown cup.

The pulp automatically split into eight pieces, pushing and rubbing against each other in mid-air, and under the adjustment of the water floating in the water bottle on the table, it turned into juice and flowed into the cup.

With a light stretch of the wand, the glass of slightly cold juice was raised in front of old Ronaldo.

Ronaldo stared blankly at him, then looked at the juice in front of him, smelled the strong aroma of apples, and swallowed.

"Merlin's beard!"