The wards of St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital are now filled with festive atmosphere.

Holly hanging at the door, and the white snow was covered with magic. The beautiful Christmas tree shone in every corner of the house, and the top of each Christmas tree was covered with a twinkling star...

Matthew Wakefield has been here for a week.

Strictly speaking, Matthew was not injured at all, he was just a little exhausted...

Under normal circumstances, he only needs to stay at the school hospital for a day or two, and the school doctor Mrs. Pomfrey can completely cure him...

However, because of the "accident" at Hogwarts, Matthew could not continue to stay there... He had to be sent to St. Mungo to receive the healers wearing green robes and slowly diagnosed them.

"We must conduct the most comprehensive and systematic tests..." said the blonde therapist in charge of Matthew's treatment, "Avoid any problems...so I suggest you stay here for one to two weeks... Professor Rozier has advised me!"

So, it is estimated that he will spend this Christmas here.

This is actually nothing. After all, after Hogwarts' "fall", I was actually in a state of "homelessness". Where to spend Christmas is not there.

It’s actually quite good to enjoy “public medical care”, but it’s a bit of a waste of public medical resources.

...

Matthew walked in the corridor casually—

On either side of the corridor are portraits of famous therapists, with crystal bubbles containing candles floating on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles.

At each door, there are wizards wearing green robes coming in and out (green robes are the standard clothing of Saint Mungo the healer).

He saw a row of male and female witches sitting on shaking wooden chairs. Some looked normal and were reading the expired "Singing the Singing Against"; others had terrible deformities, such as having an elephant trunk, a pig's tail, or an extra hand on the chest...

The interior is also less quiet than in the corridor, because many patients make very strange noises.

When Matthew passed by a ward, he found a sweaty witch in the middle of the front row slapping a "Prophet Daily" with sharp whistles and steaming; a sloppy wizard in the corner rang like a bell, and his head swayed terrifyingly with every sound of a sound, and he had to grab his ears to stabilize it; and in the other ward, a young witch was dancing a strange fast paced dance, and he took turns dancing with his feet, as if standing on the hot charcoal...

Everything is extremely strange.

If you are a newcomer to Saint Mungo, you may feel this is very interesting; but if you stay for a long time, this kind of life will be very painful and you will do nothing all day long.

Matthew walked past double doors and saw a shaking staircase with a portrait of a hideous healer hanging on the wall.

While climbing the stairs, the therapists shouted at him...

"A resentful spirit!" a therapist shouted, chasing Matthew with six frames, pushing the person in the painting aside.

"Oh?" Matthew stopped and blinked, and he asked back, "What is that?"

"A female ghost full of resentment, entangled with you..." the ugly healer said mysteriously: "Only by taking the toad's liver to his throat and standing in a bucket of eels while naked..."

Matthew was very interested in this, he was just about to ask something-

"Don't believe the lies in these portraits, child!" A friendly therapist with a garland of gold and silver silk on his head walked over and waved feather dusters viciously at the portraits, "Get out of here, don't walk to the patients anymore rumors!"

The therapists in the portrait fled in panic.

The witch turned around and smiled at Matthew: "Don't believe their words. These bad guys were nervous before they died, and their portraits after their death were restless... Dear, where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to the roof and breathe fresh air..." Matthew replied honestly.

"Then come with me, I'll take you there..." the female therapist said very kindly.

Following the other party, Matthew broke through several double doors and walked up several stairs.

"Is there anything else I need to help, my dear?" asked the female therapist gently.

"No need, madam..." Matthew shook his head quickly.

...

When I arrived at the roof, I could finally smell the fresh air.

To be honest, the smell of St. Mungo Magic Hospital and the noisy environment are too tormenting.

Although the roof is a little cold, I can only bear it now.

Matthew took out a folded "Prophet Daily" from his pocket. In the winter sun, he began to look at the newspaper with some "shiver"—

The news of the Horseman riot was not concealed, it was the same as Matthew expected... After all, so many Hogwarts students were forced to evacuate, and it would be too difficult to hide this situation.

However, the news of Hogwarts' "fall" was somewhat vague in the Prophet Daily.

Overall, newspapers don't have much valuable content.

Matthew was actually very curious about the truth about this Horseman riot...

To be fair, even if the horses in the entire forbidden forest came out in full swing - this was impossible. Matthew believed that only a small number of radical horsemen participated in the riot, and most of them were not so stupid... Hogwarts would not have fallen to the point of abandoning school and fleeing.

Hogwarts has experienced teachers and powerful protective magic. At this stage, there are even help from the Ministry of Magic, and there are many Aurors and dementors...

In addition, Hogwarts Castle was originally prepared for war, and it is itself a fortress. The complex stairs and countless secret passages leading outside the castle are enough to prove this.

In this case, it is hard for Matthew to imagine that Hogwarts would retreat in all aspects because of the riots of a small number of Horsemen.

So, is there any conspiracy here?

What role did Gellert Grindelwald play in this Horseman riot?

In addition, the Order of the Phoenix in inciting the Horseman riot also puzzled Matthew...

The Order of the Phoenix had been connected with the horse people for a year, and had heard of it more than a year ago... At that time, Professor Keitelborn said bluntly in front of the horse people that the horse people had been in contact with the mixed-race giant Ruber Hager...

But this kind of "riot" that is completely brainless and will not produce any value, and it is completely different from the style of the Order of the Phoenix... If they really only have this ability, why would they have been secretly fighting against Grindelwald for more than fifty years?

As the fresh air breathed, Matthew's brain gradually became clear.

It’s a pity that he has too little information in his hands to guess these things...

A gust of cold wind blew suddenly-

Matthew couldn't help but shivered.

The weather is too cold. In such a cold winter, you can't stay outside the house for too long.

Matthew trembled and folded the Prophet Daily, put it back into his pocket, and then began to return along the same path.

...

The hospital is naturally much warmer, but it has to face the noisy sounds and various pungent smells.

When he passed by the previous staircase again, Matthew took a special look at the portrait wall again, and looked at the portraits of the hideous therapists hanging on the wall-

But this time, he did not find the ugly healer who had previously said that he was "involved with resentment".

The rest of the therapists saw someone notice them and flocked to them.

They shouted that they diagnosed Matthew with many strange diseases and came up with all kinds of terrible treatments.

Matthew ignored them and began to walk towards his ward.

When Matthew passed through a short and dim ward, a portrait of a witch with evil spirits on the slope almost shocked him, saying: Urquette Lahalo (1612-1697), the inventor of the intestine spell.

The intestine spell... doesn't sound like an interesting spell.

Matthew took a look into the ward—

There are three beds inside.

A man lying in the corner with a pale face, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, looking completely disappointed.

A young woman with a constant bleeding on her wrist, several therapists were trying their best to stop the bleeding for her...

There is also a bed that is empty.

This ward is a bit scary, and Matthew rushed to speed up.

But before he walked, Matthew suddenly saw a slightly familiar back-

"Professor Snape?" Matthew exclaimed.

A thin face, a slightly longer nose, and a slightly pale face.

It was indeed the "Severus Snape" that Matthew was familiar with. He turned around and was slightly shocked.

"Wickfield..." he said softly, as if he was embarrassed in his words, "Oh, I'm glad to see you..."

"How come you are here?" Matthew asked curiously.

"I'm just visiting a friend, um..." Professor Snape said absent-mindedly, "By the way, how are your health... I heard Professor Rozier talk about you, you seem to be seriously injured..."

"No, it's not heavy at all," Matthew replied calmly, "I feel like I can be discharged from the hospital at any time..."

"Okay..." Professor Snape looked a little guilty.

"How is Hogwarts now?" Matthew asked with some concern.

Although the "Severus Snape" performed a little abnormally, he still wanted to find out about Hogwarts from the other party.

"Don't worry... Hogwarts is fine... You can go back after Christmas holiday..." "Severus Snape" said casually.

Soon, he made an excuse and left in a hurry.

...

A few minutes later, Matthew Wakefield returned to his hospital bed.

I was still thinking about the strange behavior of "Severus Snape" in my mind... He looked like a thief who was stealing something, and was caught, very guilty and nervous... Of course, a Hogwarts professor naturally could not be a thief, this was just an assumption.
To be continued...