Chapter eight hundred and eighteen love and happiness and butterflies
"Why are there so many people here? Is there no other magic hospital in Austria?"
Elena squeezed through the crowd, pulled the other three little girls to Grindelwald, and complained softly.
This was her first time back here since the establishment of Salk Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. In her original vision, this place should be similar to the Muggle hospitals outside, not like this...
Elena frowned slightly and glanced at the hospital arcade hall where people were coming and going.
Needless to say, this was completely beyond her original expectations.
This hot medical situation is in sharp contrast to the deserted streets outside Salzburg.
You know, today is still a normal working day, and this is not a big city like London.
Elena really couldn't imagine how crowded this newly established hospital would be if it happened on a weekend or holiday, or after an accident. If the current momentum continued, she had specially formulated a plan.
The three major development policies of "Build Walls High, Accumulate Grain, and Become King Slowly" have failed from the very beginning!
"How many hospitals do you think there are in the wizarding world?"
Grindelwald glanced at the white-haired dumpling beside him and said with a strange expression.
"There is only one Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the entire UK, and even Hogwarts only produces one or two therapists per class. Most of the time, it usually takes several years before one appears.
A new therapist. I originally thought... I mean, shouldn't someone with a little common sense be able to think of something like this happening?"
"Ah, wait--"
Elena blinked and looked back at the crowded crowd behind her.
Following Grindelwald's answer, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in her heart, and she suddenly realized that she might have overlooked some very important aspects - such as the backward infrastructure of the magical world, as well as transportation and talent issues.
"How many magic hospitals are there in Europe, including those after the collapse of the Soviet Union?"
"Including this one, there are a total of six magic hospitals with formal licenses, and it is the first one in Austria. Obtaining the corresponding qualifications and recruiting qualified therapists within half a year is not something ordinary people can do.
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Grindelwald straightened his back proudly, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
He looked around. The peacock blue arcade dome was inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, slowly flashing and changing, like the stars in the distant sky. The detector forged by goblins was embedded in the center of the wall. Whenever there was a
When the wizard suddenly emerges from the fireplace, the mark will flicker slightly, casting a dim light spot on the dome.
Goblins, Wizards' Union, Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Healers' Guild...
As the first generation Dark Lord, when he founded Nurmengard, he did not have as much support as he does now.
"This may be one of the safest places in the wizarding world today. Even the British Ministry of Magic and the American Ministry of Magic probably can't compare with it. The International Federation of Wizards guarantees that the legendary healer is named... St. Mungo's Magic
The Injury and Injury Hospital is only slightly better in history. It would be strange if it were deserted here, right?"
Grindelwald asked in confusion as he led the girls towards the end of the arcade.
"Establishing a new set of medical concepts and medical care systems to challenge those old and outdated magic hospitals and become the world's top vane. Isn't this what you expected, or one of your long-term planned goals?"
"Ah this..."
Elena opened her mouth and looked at the busy hospital hall with some confusion.
You must know that before arriving here, Elena was originally worried about the lack of patients in the hospital.
After all, relying on transfers from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies was not a long-term solution. She was even considering whether to let Flamel create a batch of "Tom Riddle" clones for some expendable medical experiments and research.
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According to her idea, she simply set up a secret, shady scientific research base to secretly study the new medical field after the combination of magic and science. By the way, she found a way to go through the back door so that she could obtain the qualifications of a therapist in advance.
, why did he suddenly become the future medical pillar of the magical world inexplicably?
There seems to be something wrong with the style of painting and the development of the plot...?
At the same time, Joe Annis, who was walking at the front of the team, also arrived at the end of the arcade.
Several young witches stood behind the counter marked "Registration/Payment Office", all wearing plain white wizard robes.
Behind them, there is a row of enclosed office areas. Dozens of goblins wearing glasses are immersed in tall documents, writing records quickly. The walls are covered with various notes and notes.
[Department of Strange Bacteria and Infectious Diseases]......(Infectious diseases such as dragon pox, disappearing syndrome, lymphatic mycositis, etc.)
【Pharmaceuticals and Phytotoxicology】......(Skin rash, nausea, endless laughter, etc.)
[Curse Damage Section]......(The curse that cannot be removed, the wrong curse, etc.)
[If you don’t know which subject to go to, can’t speak normally, or don’t remember why you came, our receptionist is willing to help - special note: miracles and magic require a fee, so don’t worry if you forget to bring cash.
Gringotts Wizarding Bank can provide unsecured loans on-site - it does not currently support Droguo (gold coins issued by American goblins) payments]
Joe Annis walked to the edge of the table and placed the lunch boxes in his hands next to a witch.
"Mavis, you should hurry up and eat something first. Today I specially asked them to stew the beef for a while."
"Oh, thank God. Joe, thank you...Mr. Apocalis?!"
The witch raised her head, the smile on her face not fully blooming, her eyes fell on the old wizard standing behind Joe Annis, her voice suddenly changed, like a mouse that was suddenly stepped on,
It was quick but ended abruptly.
Mavis tidied her hair cautiously and whispered in a panic.
"You, why are you here? Oh my god, oh no, I mean...is there anything I can do for you?"
You know, a large part of the reason why Mavis did not choose St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, which was closer to home, but traveled thousands of miles to Salzburg, Austria, was because of the old wizard in front of her.
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As a trainee therapist who had just passed the examination, she knew Mr. Apokalis very well...
Oh no, to be precise, it should be Philipps Aurelius d'Ophrast Bombasz von Hohenheim - one of the greatest healers and alchemists in the Middle Ages
, the story about him almost runs through the history of the development of modern healing magic and healing potions. It was from him that the profession of therapist appeared in the magic world.
After receiving the invitation endorsed by the International Federation of Wizards, Mavis rejected St. Mungo's invitation at the first opportunity.
Even if she can only start here as a trainee responsible for registration and reception at the front desk, as long as she can have a chance to get in touch with Mr. Paracelsus, it is completely worth it for Mavis.
In fact, most of the therapists in this hospital came here for this reason.
"Shh, please help me keep a secret for now -"
Grindelwald raised his finger and smiled enigmatically.
"I mainly came to visit Quirinas Quirrell today. After all, the new semester at Hogwarts has begun, so I would like to bring the students to visit their previous professors. As for research matters...
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After a slight pause, Grindelwald glanced over the face of the young man next to him, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"This, um... (the old wizard quickly glanced at the work badge on the witch's chest)... Miss Mavis, if you feel that you still have energy after work, you can first talk to this Joe...
Let’s talk about it, Mr. Annis. The reason why I chose to open a new magic hospital is that many of the breakthrough points were based on the knowledge of Muggle doctors.”
"Muggle doctors? But aren't they just... I get it."
Mavis raised her eyebrows and was about to say something.
The witch's eyes wandered between Joe and Grindelwald for a moment, and she swallowed back the words she was about to blurt out.
Mavis had heard from her friends before that that Mr. Paracelsus had gone to great lengths to get this Muggle into the Magic Hospital. Today, the Muggle was also used as the guide.
Human relationships are obviously extraordinary.
Or to be precise, Joe Annis's importance in the hospital is obviously not low.
Anyway, Mr. Paracelsus has already given some hints. As for what the specialties of this Muggle doctor are, she will have plenty of time to learn about them slowly.
The most important thing at the moment is to behave appropriately and thoughtfully, and not to leave too many bad impressions.
"Quirinus Quirrell?"
Mavis skillfully raised her finger and took a small piece of paper from the air.
Only then did Elena and others notice that there were many similar pieces of paper floating in the air, most of which flew out of the hands of the goblins in the back office area. Obviously, the patient data indexing should be completed by them.
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Mavis lowered her head and glanced at the paper in her hand, and said with a smile.
"Oh, in Area G5, Special Care Ward A-2, as for authority, you are much higher than me... Everywhere in this hospital is open to you - as for the path, follow this piece of paper
That’s it.”
"Follow the piece of paper..." Hannah Abbott raised her head in confusion and asked.
Before she could finish her words, the small square piece of paper suddenly began to shake, like a caught butterfly, flapping its wings and trying to escape from the fingers of the witch Mavis.
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"Thank you," Grindelwald nodded lightly and said softly with satisfaction, "Let's go, children."
It has to be said that compared to his original followers, the goblins of Gringotts are much more skilled in serving the Dark Lord. This business attitude made Grindelwald regretful - he did not choose to take back the Dark Lord back then.
Lingge may also be one of the reasons that ultimately led to the failure of his journey to unify the world.
Following the piece of paper that turned into a butterfly, Elena and others walked through the arcade and into the long and narrow corridor.
Portraits of many famous therapists hang on both sides of the corridor. Crystal bubbles filled with magic candles float on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles. In the intricate hospital corridors, from time to time there are formal people wearing green robes.
Therapists came in and out of the door of each room, accompanied by faint wailing or creepy laughter intermittently.
Hermione, Hannah, and Luna subconsciously crowded around Elena, looking at the surroundings with vigilant eyes.
No matter where you are in the world, most hospital corridors are not a relaxing place.
In the magical world, various weird, complex, and dangerous forms of injuries and difficult diseases have exceeded the limits of what ordinary humans can recognize and endure, and at the same time... they are more likely to make people feel uneasy.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, how about I tell you a joke?"
Elena took turns patting the backs of the little wings around her, glanced at Grindelwald provocatively, looked at the piece of paper not far away that was diligently guiding them, thought about it, and cleared her throat softly.
Said with a smile.
"In the non-magical world, if you tie a piece of paper with a string and wave it in the air, it will attract cabbage butterflies."
"Eh? Really?" Luna blinked and asked curiously.
"But of course," Elena nodded, "because they will regard the flying pieces of paper as females seeking mates."
"How silly, how can there be a creature in this world who regards a piece of paper as his wife." Miss Know-It-All commented coldly.
"Yes, who says no?"
Elena shrugged her shoulders and said sympathetically.
As a time traveler from later generations, she has seen too many such clumsy cabbage butterflies.
While saying this, Elena looked at the flying piece of paper thoughtfully.
perhaps……
With transformation, binary rewind and transformation structure, activation spell, and some online or offline intelligent feedback, can she create a more realistic producer in the magical world? Thinking about it carefully, does it seem possible?
On the other hand, the hospital's inpatient department might be able to try out the first wave of mini-games.
Elena's eyes passed through the door panels of the wards. The booming business of Salk Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries was completely beyond her expectation. As the actual major shareholder of the hospital, considering the boring entertainment of this era,
In this way, she plans to provide some card games that spread love and joy to patients who are temporarily staying in the hospital.