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Chapter 542 Skipping class
While the former Auror was still confused, Andrew was ready to turn around and leave.

He was not familiar with the other party, so he just wanted to make sure there was no problem with the rescue.

It seemed to be fine at the moment - he had gained a general understanding of the treatment standards in the wizarding world yesterday morning.

As long as he can stand up, think and speak, and there is no residual spell, that's good enough. Even if the rest is just missing limbs, they are just minor wounds and can be healed with first aid from a therapist.

According to this standard, Mr. Longbottom can already be discharged from the hospital - although it is a bit too sloppy, but this is how the wizarding world works.

Besides, there was still a treatment waiting for him. Since this Longbottom could do it, then the other one could do it too - he hadn't slept all night, it was time to find a good place to hide for a while.

He would deal with the others after they woke up. He was too lazy to pay attention to Fudge. He pulled over Healer Ed who was still explaining, asked a question, then said goodbye to his dean and prepared to leave - the second treatment required weaving a lot of dreams in advance, and all the pressure was on him.

"Go ahead. I'm afraid the treatment will have to be delayed until tonight. You need to get some rest. I still need to talk to Frank. After all, he is my student." Professor Flitwick sat upright on the chair with a relaxed smile on his face. "Remember to ask them to prepare an extra bed. I will also need to rest later. Staying up late is not a good thing."

"Frank?"

"Yes, he and Alice are both my students. They are excellent and graduated with high scores to become Aurors." The dean nodded. "By the way, can you get me some white wine?"

"Okay, Dean."

Andrew nodded and took Therapist Ed to the sixth floor - everything was available there.

After quickly filling his stomach with some food, he was given a brand new bed sheet and quilt and fell asleep happily.

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"How's the situation?"

Fudge stood in the hall of St. Mungo's with a smile on his face, as if it was not him who made the wasted trip yesterday.

"Mr. Taylor has just finished the treatment and is still resting," the office assistant described the situation in a low voice, "Professor Flitwick has also gone to rest, but the healers who performed the first treatment are still awake."

"Ah, it's time to have a good rest. After all, they have accomplished a great thing. Our hero was rescued by them."

Fudge raised his voice, not showing any sign of being offended, and then softened again, "How is the old lady? Is she in good spirits?"

"The old lady looked very happy. She wanted to thank you, Minister, but we persuaded her to rest."

The assistant raised his voice slightly, just enough to be heard by the nearby hitters.

"Of course, of course. Although it is something worth celebrating, the old man's health is more important after all." Fudge's face was full of genuine happiness. "Where is our hero?"

"Mr. Longbottom is still thinking and listening to the news after all these years. He is in good shape, Minister."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go see our heroes first. Of course, our Aurors and strikers on duty are indispensable. They have been holding on all night."

Fudge nodded and lowered his voice, "Where are the food supplies and resting places?"

"The tents and food have been moved, but Mr. Taylor and Professor Flitwick have gone to bed."

"You are the most reliable," Fudge praised with a smile, "And the other little Longbottom?"

"The old lady seems to be planning to wait until Alice Auror wakes up before notifying her grandson, what do you think, Minister?" "When will the next treatment be?"

"The therapists say Mr. Taylor is expected in the evening," the assistant replied without any hesitation.

"Then let's go together. If it's evening, adjust my schedule. Don't arrange anything after tomorrow afternoon. Also, the subsidies for the Aurors' mission this time have been paid."

"Yes, Minister."

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"Good, no one called me."

Andrew stretched comfortably and got up from the bed.

No one shouting meant no accidents happened - this was also the most important reason why he and Professor Flitwick did not go back to Hogwarts but stayed here to sleep.

"But this means that if I skipped class yesterday and today, I will probably have to skip class tomorrow as well..."

"Forget it, I'll just run away. The amount of classes I have now is limited anyway, so I'll just treat it as a intensive review of the spell."

'It's just that the homework afterwards is a bit troublesome, and I can't copy other people's work. I have to work overtime this weekend... So that's it, school matters are not important, I'll finish the treatment work at hand first.'

He shook his head and began to check the remaining number of dream beads in his hand - fortunately, Professor Snape didn't know the situation at the time, and he made a bunch of high-quality products, which were enough for the time being, but he would have to customize a batch to supplement it afterwards.

"Don't worry, eat a little and start weaving dreams. You'll need them at night..."

He began to prepare calmly, and when he arrived at the tea room on the sixth floor, he found that there was even a food truck specially set up next to the originally sparsely stocked shop.

Several people who were obviously not therapists were queuing up for meals. Before Andrew could react, a familiar-looking man came over to meet him.

...

"It's outrageous. The strikers and Aurors are on duty at night. The strikers are fine, but the Aurors... yes, the Longbottoms have been here for years with the Ministry of Magic paying for them. The Aurors are here to see you. In the past, when you couldn't recover, you wouldn't run around too much. This time, it's like you've recovered and been discharged from the hospital..."

"So, Fudge is not after me, but trying to win over the Aurors... Well, Crouch is sick, unless he has lost his mind, he will definitely win over the Aurors, they are elite troops. After all, Fudge is a qualified politician and knows who to win over - no wonder the lunch box tastes as good as Hogwarts."

After having a fairly good meal at the Ministry of Magic, Andrew simply left - he would not be able to meet Fudge until tomorrow, and the rest of the day would have to be spent on treatment.

The treatment steps basically do not need to change, but you can ask a few more people to help with the Cruciatus Curse.

As for dreams, he could only weave them himself. Currently, the only one who could compete with him in this spell was Professor Flitwick. He really didn't trust other wizards.

Especially since these dream beads are high-end products that cannot be replenished for the time being, it is even more impossible to safely hand them over to others to select qualified products.

"It's a busy life, but it's good to be able to save people, that's it..."

He found a secluded room and began to arrange the dream beads. He gently pulled out his wand and felt the fit - and started working!
The goal is to finish weaving all the therapeutic dreams before dinner! Then, success in one go!

(End of this chapter)