Noisy, chaotic, and disorderly.

It's a mess here, like a vegetable market, crowded with people and bumping into each other.

It's a good place to put a bomb here.

Weird and inappropriate thoughts popped into Du Wei's mind.

The first floor of St. Mungo's Hospital is extremely crowded, filled with patients of all colors and conditions.

From Du Wei's superficial perspective, the symptoms of these patients were bizarre.

To put it too much, these wizards do whatever they want, and they can always give Du Wei some new surprises.

Spells, potions, magical animals, everything can harm a wizard.

In front of him, there was a wizard whose head had swollen into a pig's head and was still emitting blue light.

A wizard with an arm filled with parasitic pustules.

There are also patients who may have been cursed by magic, and their arms and thighs have changed their positions.

These patients made strange noises, not moans of pain, but the sounds of their lesions. When Du Wei entered the hospital, what stood in front of him was an unlucky guy. For some unknown reason, he had a growth on his chest.

A head, cursing at him.

To his right, a man was slumped on the ground, hiccupping non-stop.

As he hiccupped, colorful bubbles emerged from his mouth. If Du Wei saw it correctly, these bubbles would turn into letters, and finally form a word on his head.

"surprise".

Such outrageous patients are rare in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. Several healers in green robes hurried past here, unable to even speak, exhausted both mentally and physically.

No one bothered Du Wei, and Du Wei didn't mess around.

There is no surveillance in St. Mungo's Hospital, but every painting here can be an eyeliner. Even if there is chaos underneath, these eyeliners can still capture the key points. They are staring at this place.

Du Wei was certain that he was stared at by the people in the portrait after he entered.

If he dares to do anything outrageous, the people in these portraits will definitely convey the news as soon as possible.

Those portraits at St. Mungo's Hospital have connections that will always be incredible.

For example, the former director of St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ms. Delis Derwent, was not only the director of St. Mungo's Hospital, she was also the principal of Hogwarts and could appear at St. Mungo's Hospital at any time.

Portraits of Mungo Hospital, and the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

Let's make it clear.

In other words, Ms. Derwent in the portrait can call Dumbledore at any time.

Duwei can defeat the striker and try to sneak attack the Auror, but no matter what, he will not be Dumbledore's opponent.

It's best not to start a fight with Lucius Malfoy here.

Du Wei thought.

He raised his head and glanced at Ms. Derwent hanging in the consulting room, turned around and went upstairs, sideways avoiding several therapists and patients, walking on the creaking stairs. The stairwell was narrow, and he had to stop several times to give way.

.

This is indeed the largest hospital in the entire magical world of England, and it may also be the only one that is free and has very good results.

There are no treatment charges at St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

All costs are funded by private donations and donations from the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, every one of the therapists (doctors) here was busy with their feet on the ground. No one looked at Du Wei who suddenly appeared here. They didn't care at all what Du Wei was doing here.

Du Wei was ignored the whole time, with only the portrait chirping and chatting with him.

Du Wei was quite happy chatting with them.

St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, First Floor, Object Accident Department, Waiting Room.

Second floor, Biological Injury Department.

Third floor, Department of Strange Bacterial Infections.

Fourth floor, Department of Pharmacy and Phytotoxicity.

Fifth floor, curse damage department.

Sixth floor, tea room and shop.

Du Wei went to the store on the sixth floor and bought some Bibi multi-flavor beans and chocolates. It is worth mentioning that these chocolates looked all kinds of weird. They were shaped into two wizards in a bad way, and they were constantly fighting in the box.

The chocolate flew around, and finally fell on the dueling platform at their feet, and finally gathered on their bodies.

Who can eat chocolate that looks like a human?

Just Du Wei.

Oh, it turns out I can do it, then it’s okay.

He returned to the fifth floor again and found the Janus Hitch ward, a locked intensive care unit. This was Lockhart's ward. In it, there were not only Lockhart's, but also Neville's.

There are many parents, and they are all patients who need to be hospitalized and are tortured by the curse.

Outside the fifth floor, there are not many portraits, and most of them are empty, as if they are visiting.

The door was locked. Du Wei was not in a hurry. He took out a book and a job certificate from his suitcase. After a while, a hurried therapist came over. She looked very similar.

She is a kind mother, and Du Wei has a good impression of her.

He is fond of both female and male characters who are not aggressive.

"Hello."

He said politely: "I am a staff member of Mr. Lockhart's publishing house."

He showed proof of his work - Sirius is indeed very capable and can do anything, even if he himself is hiding in the dark. At the same time, Mr. Lockhart is a best-selling author and has been published by at least four publishing houses.

books.

In the English wizarding world, this number is already astonishing.

It is not difficult to create such a document.

Duwei said matter-of-factly to the therapist: "Because of some of Mr. Lockhart's operations, our publishing house has suffered heavy losses. We still need to confirm whether Mr. Lockhart has really suffered irreversible damage.

, unable to complete the contract.

Otherwise, we will try to make a claim.

This is the first thing written into the contract, and we cannot change it."

He said in a very formal way. Ms. Straw glanced at the document suspiciously, opened the door with a magic spell, and took Du Wei in. Du Wei saw the critically ill patient inside.

But before entering, the lady warned Du Wei, "You have been here several times, aren't you still giving up?

But you are still polite..."

Having said this, she glanced at Du Wei's gift and warned again: "So I can ask you to come in for verification, but you are not allowed to intimidate the patient or do anything detrimental to him.

He has passed our professional certification and must have really forgotten what happened before."

Du Wei actually believed these words. Lockhart, who specializes in one magic spell, was hit by his own forgetting spell. It was normal for him to forget some things. He just found a reason to come in and stay for a while.

There are eyes everywhere here, and there is always some reason to wait for Malfoy to arrive.

For example, when you see a patient, you treat yourself as a patient.

Among the two options, Du Wei chose the former.

Of course, if the former doesn't work, there is a magic potion in Du Wei's pocket that can cause him to develop boils when applied to his body.

The door opened, and Duwei saw Lockhart lying on a table with a smile on his face, practicing his signature.

A couple sat quietly on the bed, showing no reaction to anyone coming from outside.

There was another patient lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what he was talking about.

Duwei met this legendary figure. Lockhart was as handsome as ever, and his reputation as a young and middle-aged married woman killer was vividly displayed on him. When he saw someone coming in, he showed his white teeth at the visitor.

.

"Hello, are you here to see me?"

He saw the book in Du Wei's hand and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Oh, oh, oh, isn't this the book I wrote? You are a fan of my books, right? You came to me to sign it, right?"

He asked twice in a row, looking genuinely happy.

Du Wei couldn't see the problem from his face.

After trying it for a while, Lockhart seemed to have really forgotten what had happened. Regarding all this, Duwei believed that either Lockhart's acting skills were so superb that he had reached an actor-level level and had deceived him.

Either he really forgot something.

Du Wei didn't care about these things. He scanned the place gently and saw that the ward was very quiet, with only one portrait.

The portrait is blank, and the people in the portrait have also gone out to visit.
To be continued...