"How can there be so many people here? Doesn't Austria have any other magical hospitals?"

Elenora squeezed through the crowd, pulled the other three little girls, and walked to Grindelwald's side, complaining softly.

Since the establishment of Salk Magical Hospital, this was her first time back here. In her original conception, it should be similar to the Muggle hospitals outside, not like this...

Elenora frowned slightly, glancing at the bustling hospital arcade hall.

It had to be said, this completely exceeded her original expectations.

This fiery medical situation formed a sharp contrast with the deserted streets outside Salzburg.

It should be known that today was still a normal workday, and this was not a metropolis like London.

Elenora found it hard to imagine what the newly established hospital would be like if it encountered weekends or holidays, or after some accidents—if it continued to develop at this rate, the three major development guidelines she had specially formulated in advance, "Build high walls, store grain widely, and postpone declaring oneself king," would be declared a failure from the very beginning!

"How many hospitals do you think there are in the magical world?"

Grindelwald glanced at the white furry ball beside him and said with a strange expression.

"There's only one Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the entire UK, and even Hogwarts produces at most one or two healers each term. Most of the time, it usually takes several years before a new healer appears. I originally thought... I mean, shouldn't anyone with a little common sense be able to think of this situation?"

"Ah? Wait—"

Elenora blinked and looked back at the crowded people behind her.

Along with Grindelwald's answer, a ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart. She suddenly realized that she might have overlooked some rather important things—such as the backwardness of magical infrastructure, as well as transportation and talent issues.

"How many magical hospitals are there in Europe, including those after the collapse of the Soviet Union?"

"Including this one, there are a total of six magical hospitals with formal licenses, and this is the first one in Austria—obtaining the corresponding qualifications and assembling enough qualified healers in half a year is not something that ordinary people can do."

Grindelwald straightened his back proudly, his eyes gleaming with strange light.

He looked around. The peacock blue arcade dome was inlaid with shimmering golden symbols, slowly flashing and changing, like stars outside the distant sky. A goblin-forged detector was embedded in the center of the wall. Whenever a wizard suddenly emerged from the fireplace, the mark would flicker gently, projecting a dim spot of light on the dome.

Goblins, Wizarding Associations, Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Healer Associations...

As the first Dark Lord, he did not have as much support as he does now when he established Nurmengard.

"This may be one of the safest places in the magical world today. Even the British Ministry of Magic and the American Ministry of Magic probably can't compare to it. The International Confederation of Wizards guarantees it, and a legendary healer lends his name... St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is only slightly better in history. If this place were deserted, it would be a strange thing, right?"

Grindelwald led the girls towards the end of the arcade, asking with some confusion.

"Establishing a brand-new medical concept and healthcare system, challenging those old and outdated magical hospitals, and becoming the world's top trendsetter, isn't that what you have been hoping for, or rather, one of your long-term goals?"

"Ah, this..."

Elenora opened her mouth, looking at the bustling hospital hall with some confusion.

Before arriving here, Elenora had been worried that the hospital might lack patients.

After all, relying on transfers from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was not a long-term solution. She was even considering whether to let Nicolas Flamel create a batch of "Tom Riddle" clones for some consumable medical experiments and research.

According to her idea, it was simply to create a secret, shady research base, secretly study the new medical field after the combination of magic and science, and by the way, find a way to get a back door so that she could obtain healer qualifications in advance. How did it suddenly become the future medical pillar of the magical world for no reason?

This painting style and plot development... something seems a little wrong?

At the same time, Joe Annis, who was walking at the front of the team, also came to the end of the arcade.

Several young witches stood behind the counters marked "Registration and Payment Office", all wearing plain white wizard robes.

Behind them was a row of enclosed office areas. Dozens of goblins wearing glasses were buried in high piles of documents, writing and recording quickly. The walls were covered with various precautions and instructions—

[Artifact Accident Department]………(Cauldron explosions, wand misfires, broom collisions, etc.)

[Biological Injury Department]………(Stings, burns, impalements, etc.)

[Strange Bacteria Infection Department]………(Dragon Pox, Vanishing Sickness, Lymphatic Fungus Inflammation, etc.)

[Potions and Plant Poisoning Department]………(Rashes, nausea, uncontrollable laughter, etc.)

[Spell Damage Department]………(Irremovable spells, misused spells, etc.)

[If you don’t know which department 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 payment. If you forget to bring cash, don’t worry, Gringotts Wizarding Bank can provide unsecured loans on-site—Temporarily does not support Zots (gold coins issued by American goblins) for payment]

Joe Annis walked to the counter and placed the meal boxes in her hand beside a witch.

"Mavis, you guys hurry up and eat something. I specially asked them to stew the beef for a while longer today."

"Oh, thank goodness. Joe, it's a good thing you're here... Mr. Apocalius?!"

The witch looked up, the smile on her face not fully blooming, and her gaze fell on the old wizard standing behind Joe Annis. Her voice suddenly changed, as if a mouse had been suddenly stepped on, hurried but abruptly stopped.

Mavis restrainedly tidied her hair, and said in a slightly flustered soft voice.

"Y-You're here? Oh my goodness, oh no, I mean... Is there anything I can do for you?"

It should be known that the reason why Mavis did not choose St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, which was closer to her home, but traveled a long distance to Salzburg, Austria, was largely because of the old wizard in front of her.

As a trainee healer who had just passed the exam, she knew far too much about this Mr. Apocalius...

Oh no, to be precise, it should be Philippus Aureolus Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim—one of the greatest healers and alchemists of the Middle Ages. His story almost ran through the development history of modern healing magic and healing potions. It was from him that the healer profession appeared in the magical world.

Since receiving the invitation endorsed by the International Confederation of Wizards, Mavis had rejected St. Mungo's invitation at the first moment.

Even if she could only start as a trainee responsible for front desk registration and reception here, as long as there was even a slight chance to contact Mr. Paracelsus, it would be completely worthwhile for Mavis.

In fact, most of the healers in this hospital came for this reason.

"Shhh, please keep it a secret for me for the time being—"

Grindelwald raised his finger and smiled mysteriously.

"I'm mainly here today to visit Quirinus Quirrell. After all, the new semester at Hogwarts has begun. I'm also bringing students to visit their former professors. As for research matters..."

After a slight pause, Grindelwald's gaze swept across the young man's face beside him, and a playful look flashed in his eyes.

"This one, uh... (the old wizard quickly glanced at the witch's work card)... Miss Mavis, if you feel that you still have energy to spare outside of work, you can communicate more with this Mr. Joe Annis first. One of the reasons why I chose to open a new magical hospital is that many of the breakthroughs actually come from the knowledge of Muggle doctors."

"Muggle doctors? But aren't they just... I see."

Mavis raised her eyebrows, about to say something.

The witch's gaze wandered between Joe and Grindelwald, and the words that were about to come out were swallowed back.

Before this, Mavis had heard from friends that Mr. Paracelsus had spent a lot of effort in order to allow this Muggle to enter the magical hospital, and today this Muggle was acting as a guide, so the relationship between the two was obviously extraordinary.

Or, to be precise, Joe Annis' importance in the hospital was clearly not low.

Anyway, Mr. Paracelsus had already given some hints. As for what special skills this Muggle doctor had, she would have plenty of time to slowly understand later.

The most important thing at the moment was to behave a little more appropriately and tactfully, so as not to leave too many bad impressions.

"Quirinus Quirrell?"

Mavis skillfully raised her finger and took a small piece of paper from the air.

Elenora and the others then noticed that there were many similar pieces of paper floating in the air, mostly flying out from the goblins in the office area behind. Obviously, matters regarding patient data indexing should be handled by them.

Mavis looked down at the paper in her hand and said with a smile.

"Oh, in G5 area, special care ward A-2. As for the permissions, you are much higher than me... Any place in this hospital is open to you—as for the path, just follow this piece of paper."

"Follow the paper..." Hannah Abbott asked with some confusion, raising her head.

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the square piece of paper suddenly start to tremble, as if it were a trapped butterfly, flapping its wings and trying to break free from the witch Mavis' fingers.

"Thank you," Grindelwald nodded lightly, satisfied, and said softly, "Let's go, children."

It had to be said that compared to his original followers, the goblins of Gringotts were far too skilled in how to serve the Dark Lord. This business attitude made Grindelwald somewhat regret not choosing to subdue Gringotts back then, which may have been one of the reasons for his failure to unify the world.

Following the paper that had turned into a butterfly, Elenora and the others passed through the arcade and entered a narrow corridor.

The corridor was lined with portraits of many famous healers, and crystal bubbles containing magical candles floated on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles. In the intricate hospital corridors, formal healers in green robes occasionally entered and exited the doors of various rooms, intermittently accompanied by faint wails or somewhat eerie laughter.

Hermione, Hannah, and Luna subconsciously squeezed tightly beside Elenora, looking at the surrounding environment with vigilance.

No matter which world it was, hospital corridors were mostly not a place to relax.

In the magical world, various strange, complex, and dangerous forms of injury and intractable diseases exceeded the limits of what ordinary humans could know and bear, and at the same time... it was even easier to make people feel uneasy.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, how about I tell you a joke?"

Elenora patted the backs of the little witch's hands around her in turn, glanced at Grindelwald provocatively, looked at the piece of paper not far away that was diligently guiding them, thought for a while, cleared her throat, and said with a light smile.

"In the non-magical world, if you tie a piece of paper with a rope and wave it in the air, it will attract cabbage white butterflies."

"Eh? Really?" Luna blinked, asking curiously.

"But of course," Elenora nodded, "Because, they will regard the fluttering paper as a female to woo."

"So stupid, how can there be creatures in this world that regard paper as their wife." The know-it-all Miss Granger commented coldly.

"Yes, who says it isn't?"

Elenora shrugged, saying with considerable sympathy.

As a transmigrator from later generations, she had seen too many such clumsy cabbage white butterflies.

Saying this, Elenora thoughtfully looked at the fluttering piece of paper.

Perhaps...

Transfiguration, binary fallback architecture, animation charms, plus some online or offline intelligent feedback, could she create more realistic producers in the magical world? Thinking about it carefully, it seems really possible?

On the other hand, the inpatient department of the hospital might be able to carry out the first wave of small game trials.

Elenora's gaze swept across the door panels of the wards. The booming business of Salk Magical Hospital completely exceeded her expectations. As the actual major shareholder of the hospital, considering the boring entertainment methods of this era, she planned to provide those patients temporarily staying in the hospital with some... card games that spread love and joy.
A Bite of Hogwarts = A Bite of Hogwarts
Mysterious Journey = Mysterious Journey