Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

What made Huck speechless the most was a passing wizard with a herb on his head.

"Oh, please, someone save him, save my A'mo..."

Huck recognized it as Pilodas Elf Grass - a plant with an elf-like face, teeth, and a penchant for biting.

But their teeth are not very sharp and their bite force is not very strong, so they are often used to make prank props.

However, the leaves of the Pilodas Elf Grass have begun to turn yellow - which means it is about to die.

The wizard obviously treated it as a pet and even gave it a name, so much so that he almost cried at this moment.

But just the next moment, Huck clearly saw that the elf grass became lively.

It smacked its lips excitedly and energetically, and its leaves began to turn green again.

"Ow!"

Then it bit the wizard's head.

Then Harker heard the wizard's cry of terror and surprise.

"Oh! It's getting better... No! Amer, Merlin's bald head - someone help me, it's biting my hair!"

Huck glanced at the other's dangerous hairline and felt that Merlin might finally be unable to bear the wizards' slander against him.

And this is obviously only a small part of the miracle.

Harker saw beautiful flowers growing outside the window of St. Mungo's Hospital.

Huck saw countless patients cheering for joy in the waiting room - and the cheers coming from downstairs at this moment showed that similar things were not happening only here.

Huck saw Manxin's smile, which made him feel strange and familiar.

"Oh! Huck Appleby—wonderful! You managed to grow a dragonfly tree of your own?"

"Appleby! Beautiful! It's all thanks to you that we won the match against Slytherin today! You have to come to the celebration party tonight... eh? Are you planning to confess your love to Mia? You can choose to do it during supper! I'll help you take care of the house elves."

"Excellent results - congratulations, Huck... You will definitely become an outstanding wizard in the future... No, you may even become a great wizard!"

His mind seemed to recall the past years that he had almost forgotten.

That was the time at Hogwarts.

But I don’t know since when, they have gradually been abandoned in the corner of memory.

"Yeah yeah..."

Huck Appleby muttered.

"I had almost forgotten about them."

He forgot those friends he hadn't contacted for a long time and forgot his past self.

At the same time, he felt the discomfort in his lower back, which had been recurring from time to time over the years, dissipate.

Instead, there was a warm feeling—one that made him feel better than he had ever felt before.

"In the end what happened?"

Huck should have asked.

But at this moment, an answer almost instinctively came to his mind.

That was an incredible, yet reasonable answer.

Then...

"Hello."

The answer was confirmed.

Huck Appleby heard the noise coming from inside St. Mungo's Hospital.

It was a young, gentle, energetic, yet inexplicably wise voice.

"I'm Ryan Elias. I came to St. Mungo's Hospital at the request of a friend to treat his parents."

"But I believe that as a descendant of Hufflepuff...I should follow the vision and ideals of the Hufflepuff teachers."

"She hopes that illness and sorrow will stay away from her life, and she hopes that joy will always be there and that all souls will be at peace forever."

"So, I share this blessing with you - and... I have accepted Headmistress Olivia Amber's invitation to become a visiting healer at St. Mungo's Hospital."

"I will come to St. Mungo's Hospital to treat patients from time to time... but obviously, the frequency will not be too high - after all, you know, I'm still a young wizard in school, and I still have a lot to learn."

At this point, Huck seemed to hear the other party laughing.

"I wish you all a wonderful day."

As the words fell, the voice stopped.

Leaving only the silent waiting room.

"..."

The wizards looked at each other.

Then...

"The heir of Hufflepuff!"

"Incredible magic!"

"Lian Elias... What a great man! He will definitely become a great wizard!"

The cheers and exclamations turned into an ocean.

Huck was wandering in the sound waves, but he seemed to hear another voice in his ears.

He remembered that he seemed to have heard a professor talk about it in the past.

"Magic is a miracle, Appleby."

"And the great wizards... they are the ones who work miracles."

Then Huck Appleby grinned.

This was the first time in recent years that he had truly smiled - he seemed to be back in Hogwarts, and had turned back into the little Hufflepuff wizard.

He picked up the quill and, in accordance with his professional ethics, recorded what happened today.

"Oh - I think the title might need to be changed... How about 'Miracles at St. Mungo's'? Oh, no... Mr. Anos Dohorov would be furious."

He said this cheerfully, not really caring about his boss's anger.

He just looked at the people celebrating joyfully.

Then...

Huck Appleby joined the waiting room crowd.

He had a gentle expression, like a typical Hufflepuff.

"Lian Elias!"

His voice blended into the sound waves.

Most people may not be able to achieve greatness.

but...

If they could witness the life of a great wizard, they might become a part of that greatness themselves.

Chapter 120: Helpful Dark Wizards! Ancient Magic Club? (8.4K chapter, second update)

In the cold and damp cellar, inside the Potions Office.

"You seem to be enjoying the fame, Elias?"

Snape looked at Ryan coldly, his drawn-out voice filled with his signature sarcasm: "'Miracles at St. Mungo's'? I bet you must have given a lot of Galleons to the reporter from the Daily Prophet... Or maybe you wrote it yourself?"

"Oh, don't say that, Professor."

Ryan, standing before him, said casually, "I'm just going with the flow - I don't care much about fame, but I've been told it might be important."

"And that report—if you look closely you'll find out it was submitted anonymously to the Daily Prophet. It has nothing to do with me."

At this point, Ryan stretched out his finger and wiped off the unknown dirt on his chair. "I am more inclined to believe that he is a journalist who is dissatisfied with the behavior of the pure-blood family, and he is quite literary... The Daily Prophet may indeed consider paying him a satisfactory salary, or even hiring him to work - Oh, Professor, you should clean your nest regularly."

He had also read the report that Snape mentioned, and it was indeed well written.

The content was meaningful and aboveboard, and it also pointed out sharply some of the secret propaganda tactics used by the pure-blood families in the past - this further contributed to the spread of Ryan's reputation and the fermentation of public opinion.

Said without politeness.

The pure-blood families, especially the Dohorov family...their trap and conspiracy actually became a boost to Ryan's reputation.

Because Ryan really accomplished the miracle of 'taking disease and pain away from St. Mungo's'.

Of course, Ryan knew very well that this statement was not rigorous.

Because his life magic actually still has many diseases that cannot be cured - such as soul damage or incurable diseases such as being bitten by a werewolf.

Especially the werewolf curse - because in fact, the vitality of wizards who have been bitten by werewolves is even stronger than that of normal wizards.

Life magic has almost no meaning to them, and Ryan can't find a way to solve these diseases for the time being, so this group of patients naturally cannot be saved.

This was originally one of the few places where pure-blood families could hype up public opinion, but now... under that report, the methods of the pure-blood families were put under the spotlight.

These minor flaws were overshadowed by the surging public opinion.

And Ryan knew it well.

After this incident, the pure-blood families would definitely not dare to make a fuss about his identity as the "heir of Hufflepuff" again.

After hearing Ryan's sharp criticism of the sanitation of his office, Snape snorted in dissatisfaction.

"I've been busy lately, Elias."

He said, "So I hope you can stop talking about this meaningless, troll-like nonsense... Let's get straight to the point - Longbottom... How are those two people doing?"

When he said this, there was obvious anticipation in his words.

"Oh, Professor...I was just about to tell you."

Ryan didn't keep this matter a secret.