Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 506: St. Mungo’s—Smith’s Property?
It was 4pm, in the waiting room on the first floor of St. Mungo's.

Ryan, who was trying to persuade Kate to be a decent person, suddenly froze.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of what should be a wall, and his deep silver-white eyes suddenly turned into ferocious animal eyes.

"What did you see again?" Kate skillfully activated the rune on her right hand, trying to connect to Ryan's vision.

hiss!
A slight numbing feeling like an electric shock came from her right hand.

Kate pouted, knowing she was being rejected.

Her round eyes rolled around and looked in the direction Ryan was looking, and she began to mutter to herself.

"Aha! It's Hogwarts!" Kate patted Ryan proudly.

Although her Transfiguration skills were poor, she learned many interesting spells through mind games.

She had just used a spell to determine the magical magnetic field based on her own position.

In the direction Ryan was looking, there was an ancient magnetic field that she was familiar with.

"Yeah." Ryan nodded, indicating that Kate guessed correctly.

In order to save words, Ryan continued: "It's Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Their wizard intuition is really strong."

"Did they sense what I was thinking just now?" Kate let out a sigh of disappointment.

Ryan glanced at the long line in front and continued, "Not only that, they were all so scared that they pulled out their wands."

"Ah, then they must be in so much pain. Being so famous as them, there must be many wizards who have bad intentions towards them."

"Do you admit that you have bad intentions?"

"So what?"

"Not very good, but do you know what it means to be aware of autumn before it starts?"

"Just say it."

“It means that the autumn wind has not yet arrived, but the cicadas have sensed it.

Your bad thoughts just now are like the autumn wind, and they are like cicadas.

Cicadas are a species of life that die in autumn.

They are moved because your action can actually threaten them.”

"what do you mean?"

"The bad intentions of other wizards are just dust blowing by. How can they be compared with your autumn breeze?" Ryan finally explained.

At this time, it was almost Ryan and the others' turn.

A middle-aged wizard at the front of the team was holding his nose and pacing anxiously.

Kate jumped out of the team curiously and looked from the side.

He had a walnut stuck in his nose.

"Domestic dispute, huh?" The blonde witch behind the information desk smirked. "You're the third one I've seen today... Charmed Damage Department, fifth floor..."

Kate jumped back behind Ryan and took a few steps forward.

Next, a doddering witch with an absurd number of hairpins came up to her at a pace that would test one's patience: "I'm here to see Shirley Montgomery!"

"Ward 33, but I'm afraid you're wasting your time," the witch's fake smile began to fade, "She's completely confused and thinks she's a rabbit... Next!"

Then a wizard jumped in front of the witch.

His legs turned into springs, making a constant "duangduang" sound on the marble floor.

"I was — cast — on — a — newly invented — evil — curse. I — used — a — restoring — spell, but it didn't — work. And —" He bounced in front of the witch, his head hitting the ceiling from time to time.

"It's clearly written in black and white. You should be able to read, right?" The blonde witch pointed impatiently at the big sign on the left side of the table. "You have to go to the Charm Damage Department on the fifth floor. It's written on the sign. Next!"

"We're finally there." Ryan turned to Kate and said.

However, Kate was reading the sign: Instrumental Accident Department............First Floor (exploding cauldrons, misfiring wands, broomstick collisions, etc.)

Biological Injury Department…………Second Floor (stings, burns, punctures, etc.)

Department of Strange Bacteria Infections…Third Floor (Dragon Pox, Vanishing Disease, Lymphatic Fungal Infection and Other Infectious Diseases)

Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Section…………Fourth Floor (Rash, Nausea, Uncontrollable Laughter, etc.)

Spell Damage Department……………………5th Floor (Spells that can’t be removed, spells used incorrectly, etc.)
Tea room and shop…………6th floor

If you don't know which subject to go to, can't speak normally, or can't remember why you came, our receptionists are willing to help.

"You're here again--" The blonde witch just raised her head, and her impatience immediately turned into a sweet tone, "Dear, how can I help you?"

The witch lifted her hair and deliberately opened the collar of her robe a little wider.

I couldn't stop blinking at Ryan.

Just as the witch wanted to introduce the contents on the sign one by one and delay the communication time, Ryan spoke: "We are here to visit Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom."

The witch's expression changed immediately. She straightened her waist, stepped back, and pulled up her collar.

After struggling for a moment, he changed his tone to a serious one: "Do you have an appointment?

We have a record of the Longbottoms' visitors, but I don't remember you two."

"My last name is Smith, Ryan Smith." Ryan snapped his fingers.

The witch's eyes wandered for a moment, then she focused again, "Shouldn't you start from the sixth floor -

You have——”

"Are you talking about this?" Ryan took out a piece of silver-white paper from his arms, on which was printed an eye with unknown runes flowing in the pupil.

"Please, fifth floor, fifth door on the right.

They are in the door that has always been locked. Here is the key." The witch handed over a yellow key respectfully.

Ryan took the key and pulled Kate into the double doors next to him.

"cool!

Look at how that old woman behaved just now. But as soon as you revealed your identity, Ryan, she changed.

Could it be St. Mungo's?" Kate couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Just as you think, St. Mungo's is also our property. Mungo Bonham is only one of the founders. He founded it together with Vandon Smith.

But that lady didn't do that because of my identity.

It's her conscience and professional ethics.

Apparently she knew why the Longbottoms were in the hospital, and their specific identities.

If it were Fudge, I wouldn't need to show my identity at all, I could just scan my face." Ryan shrugged.

As they talked, they walked through the double doors.

Soon a rickety staircase appeared in front of the two.

"Be careful, there is hell ahead." Before going up the stairs, Ryan looked at Kate, suppressed his smile, and spoke in a low voice.

"What?" Kate didn't have time to react.

She was dragged up the stairs. She finally understood what hell meant.

There are many portraits of hideous-looking therapists hanging on the walls.

As they climbed the stairs, the healers barked at Kate, diagnosing bizarre conditions (the sequelae of which were short stature) and suggesting horrible cures.

In short, Kate was furious.

(End of this chapter)