St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Charmed Injuries Unit.
When Sirius sent Goyle to the hospital for treatment, the child was originally assigned to the biological hazard department.
This department mainly treats patients who have been injured by magical creatures, but because whether it is dangerous magical animals, elves, black magical creatures, etc., these creatures can use foreign objects to attack, often causing physical trauma to patients.
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Many non-magical surgical injuries are also sent to this department.
The eyeballs were smashed and dug out with a dagger, which was not a big problem.
Therapist Ms. Aretha Pez once showed off how she used superb techniques to successfully restore health to a patient who had half his head ripped open by a gryphon's claws.
But she messed up everything.
Two almost unrecognizable eyeballs and a bunch of herbs chewed with the mouth were kneaded into two pastes and stuffed into Gore's eye sockets.
Ms. Aretha Pez swears that she can treat such a minor injury with her eyes closed.
Then there was a terrible explosion.
All the eyeballs and herbs in Gower's eye sockets exploded, and even purple flames burned in the eye sockets, frantically draining the life from Gower's body.
In this way, before there was time to treat the pain of losing his eye, Gore was transferred to the Potions and Plant Poisoning Department again.
The reason is potion damage caused by wrong treatment plan.
But it was eventually announced that his detached eyeballs might have been caused by some terrible witchcraft, and he was transferred to the Curse Injury Department again.
Witchcraft is a term that wizards have gradually rarely mentioned, and everyone is more accustomed to calling it magic.
But in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, this term is too common.
Some witchcraft spread among the people in history have not been absorbed by the modern magic system, but are still used by a particularly large number of wizards.
The injuries caused by these dangerous and unknown witchcraft are often extremely difficult to cure, and may even lead to death.
Gall was lucky not to die.
Draco Malfoy, who hadn't had time to enjoy the glory of the 'moon landing', heard the news and rushed here like crazy.
He saw Harry, Ron and Hermione on the bench in the dark corridor of the ward.
The light of magic surged in the ward, and Sirius stood guarding the door with his arms crossed, refusing to let him in. "Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall are trying to find a way to save Goyle. Don't go in and disturb him now."
Draco pursed his lips and wiped the sweat from his forehead, sitting in silence next to the trio.
"Goyle will be fine." Hermione hesitated for a moment, then turned to comfort Draco.
Draco twitched his lips, expressing that he felt kindness and that he was not in the mood to quarrel with the trio now.
The relationship between him, Goyle and Crabbe was deeper than the relationship between the Harry trio. It was a kind of closeness that was deliberately cultivated by the family since childhood after family interests were bound together.
Narcissa, her mother who was so close to Draco that she was extremely strict with him, was even more like a mother to his two little friends.
Every time I come here, I ask the house elf to prepare delicious food.
The main reason why Goyle and Crabbe are so fat is because of their mother Narcissa's feeding.
They are like brothers and know that they will be deeply bonded in the future.
Goyle and Crabbe became Malfoy's subordinates, and Malfoy also had to shoulder the future of these two families.
Emotions, interests, growth experiences, everything makes the friendship between them so inseparable.
Draco simply couldn't imagine what kind of pain he would feel if Goyle died. His whole heart was clenching now, and he was almost suffocating from the depression.
The period after the Top 100 Tournament was once the most difficult period in Draco's life.
His parents invited various ancient pure-blood families in Europe to serve as witnesses, and severed the relationship between father, son, and mother in front of everyone.
He originally wanted to find his girlfriend Pansy, but he really needed someone who could listen to him.
But what faced him was just a face with ambition shining on it.
He listened in a daze to Pansy's description of the future that the Dark Lord was about to give, explaining the glory of the 'Golden Family' and what kind of master's specialized guidance he would receive at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She will become a powerful witch, or even a mysterious 'Oscarian Bloodline Wizard'. She will also be personally taught by the Dark Lord, and will eventually become the Minister of Magic under the Magical Congress...
And all that was left for him was a light word - "We are done."
He asked so painfully, but the final result was so ridiculous.
It was so ridiculous that he once felt that the whole world was so dreamy.
Pansy broke up with him because she didn't want to offend Principal Lucius Malfoy, who would dominate her interests next.
Yes, Lucius...Malfoy...Headmaster!
Fuck the principal!
Well, he was not as angry as he imagined. When his father Lucius took an invitation letter from Anton and told him that he must attend on his behalf...
Draco was so happy that he could do something for his father.
It's so fucked up.
Fucking life, like a pile of shit!
He could only pray silently, praying that Goyle and Crabbe, the two friends who traveled far away, would not be bullied in the new school because they were too stupid, praying that Pansy could find a suitable home for her, and praying that her parents would be safe and healthy.
, and revitalize the Malfoy family as they wished.
after all……
He cares so much about feelings, what can he do? His pride won't allow him to hold Malfoy's noble head underneath!
Just raise your head and face everything calmly.
"..."
Draco lowered his head, silently looking at the cracks in the hospital's disrepaired floor tiles, with crystal tears rolling in his eyes.
he……
I can hardly bear it anymore.
Crunch~
The door to the ward opened, and Sirius looked at Professor McGonagall who was walking at the front, "How's it going?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Draco jumped up like crazy, rushed to the front in three steps and two steps, staring closely at Professor McGonagall's lips, especially
of fear of what will be said next.
Professor McGonagall just shook her head at Sirius, "It cannot be treated, but at least his dissipation of vitality has stopped."
"This is impossible!" Sirius looked at Professor McGonagall in disbelief, "You, and Professor Dumbledore, can't treat you well?"
In his eyes, these two people are so powerful, and Gore was just injured by an unknown wizard. Who can have such powerful magic that cannot heal these two people?
"Sirius, I am not omnipotent." Dumbledore walked out tiredly and sighed.
"What kind of witchcraft is it?" Sirius was curious.
"..." Dumbledore said nothing, just pursed his lips, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"The magic of love!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and glanced at Harry, one of the three little ones gathered around, "Just like we couldn't save Lily back then, the magic of love is about sacrifice, not
Sickness is not a curse..."
"The magic of love?" Sirius smacked his mouth, full of disbelief.
Gore?
The magic of love?
What kind of outrageous combination is this?!!!
He just lived in Azkaban for more than ten years. How come this world has become so different?
Are all children today so fierce?
Draco obviously didn't understand what they were talking about. He just asked nervously, "Can I go in and see Goyle?"
Dumbledore nodded, "It will take a while before he wakes up. I'm also very curious about what he did to fate to make Gellert so amazed."
The fierce fire that swept through the Magic Congress headquarters building became so difficult to extinguish because of the influence of this fateful magic.
This is obviously not something ordinary wizards can do.
That kind of excellence and depth can be compared to Tom, a stupid kid who made Horcruxes when he was a student.
One involves life and the other involves fate.
But this is Goyle, the Goyle who Dumbledore once shook his head secretly and felt that it was a dead wood that could not be carved!