Mysterious Journey
Chapter 796 Sork Magic Injury Hospital
After patiently listening to the explanations from the familiar old man and young girl in front of her, Jo Annes looked at the ever-growing team with a strange expression. Is this the daily routine of a top magical academy? Taking a trip in the first week of school?
He still remembered the scene when he saw these two in the hospital ruins a year ago.
As for getting lost…
Although he was just a "Muggle," it didn't mean he was an idiot.
Jo Annes wouldn't naively believe that the mastermind who controlled all of Salzburg with such ease wouldn't even be able to recognize directions—not to mention that they were wizards with magical powers.
However, as a "Muggle" who had accidentally stumbled into the magical world, Annes knew the importance of curbing his curiosity.
“Sork Hospital?” he said. "I understand, this way."
Jo Annes led Ellina and the others through the narrow alleyway, following the familiar route.
Unlike the ordinary Muggle doctor who knew nothing about magic a year ago, after so much time, Jo Annes had learned from the people around him who exactly he had saved, and…
What kind of pirate ship he had boarded: the Dark Lord's exclusive doctor, which was a job he couldn't resign from.
What made Jo Annes even more desperate was that the city where he had grown up had become a wizarding city overnight—on the day he became the first Muggle employee of the "Sork Magical Injury Hospital," many of the neighbors and shop owners he knew took time to come to the hospital to express their congratulations and gratitude.
Jo Annes found it hard to describe the feeling of wanting to go to a bar to relax, but suddenly seeing Uncle Kurt Meyer, who had watched him grow up, take out a bottle of fine red wine and excitedly say that he wanted to celebrate his joining the magical world.
It was outrageous…
But in another sense, it was also a good thing.
After accepting the setting that magic existed in this world, Jo Annes took less than two days to fully adjust his mentality and calmly accept his new position—intern healer at [Sork Magical Injury Hospital], currently mainly learning and observing from the healers in the magical world.
For Hermione Granger and others, the sunny and cheerful Jo Annes seemed very trustworthy.
As for why this doctor knew about the magical world, it wasn't a big deal in their eyes.
The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy hadn't left too much of a concept in their minds yet. In such a magical city where wizards ran small shops everywhere, it didn't seem incomprehensible to have a Muggle doctor in a magical hospital.
On the other hand, they were really fed up with the torture of choosing between two people who were hopelessly lost.
Even Luna's inspiration finally lost its past magic when faced with two incurable lost souls.
"How does he, um… I thought—"
Trailing at the back of the crowd, Ellina poked the old potato next to her and asked curiously in a whisper.
The matter of [Sork Magical Injury Hospital] was indeed a plan she had set, but Jo Annes was not in her original puzzle. She originally thought that destiny was looking for a more famous doctor.
“Oh, this child saved my life, so I gave him a chance to make a wish.”
Grindelwald glanced at the young figure not far away and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Money, women, power, fame… he rejected all the things that most Muggles would choose. He only had one wish—he wanted to enter a magical hospital to study and see how wizards treat patients."
"I see… that's a very excessive and troublesome wish."
Ellina nodded thoughtfully and chuckled playfully.
"So that precious Muggle employee quota was used by you to repay favors?"
This was no comparison to the educational reform of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was the most sensitive matter of birth, old age, sickness, and death.
On the matter of magical injury hospitals, the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards were not as easy to compromise and fool as before—whether it was the prejudice of healers against Muggle doctors, or the danger of magic being exposed… the risks and factors involved were too complicated.
Even such a quota was only obtained with great difficulty using the name of Paracelsus, plus the establishment of a new magical hospital in Salzburg, plus research into the intractable diseases of the wizarding world, and so on.
“Repaying favors? That’s one way to put it…”
Grindelwald nodded slightly, grinned, and looked at the little dumpling in front of him with a smile.
“What’s wrong, does the world’s cutest fairy queen have any complaints?”
“No, I think it’s very suitable—anyway, Jo has already entered the magical hospital, you chose him, Dark Lord.”
Ellina glanced at Jo Annes's energetic steps, and the little ahoge swayed left and right.
"Compared with the breadth of knowledge and academic authority, the desire for knowledge of young people is obviously more important. Traditional cognition will eventually be completely subverted. The intersection of the magical world and the non-magical world will definitely occur. This is the trend of civilization development, even ten International Confederation of Wizards cannot stop it. This is not a prediction, this is what is happening now!"
The new era had only just begun, and she had ample and luxurious time and patience to cultivate it bit by bit.
If no new Muggle doctors appeared in the magical world in the future, it would mean that the future Ellina had been looking forward to had been completely declared a failure, and there would naturally be no need to consider any deeper knowledge integration.
"Dark Lord? This title no longer belongs to me alone, my dear Kaslana."
Grindelwald shrugged, grinned, and said with a smile, "Besides, in this world, it is too rare for someone to save the Dark Lord from a predicament twice in a row. This in itself is a very valuable talent."
"Perhaps, and… it was you who was saved, not me. Don't include me."
Ellina curled her lips, and the little ahoge stubbornly twitched, refuting in a low voice with a stern expression.
At least in the city of Salzburg, she could proudly say that she was not a lost cause.
There were also differences in the physiques of dark lords. For example, she had once dragged a severely comatose old man across most of the city to find the door of the central hospital in a state of extreme anxiety.
"What are you two talking about? Hurry up and follow! Ellina."
Hermione Granger turned her head, looked at the two lost souls who were discussing in low voices at the back, and waved her hand.
Since "Professor Otto Apocalypse" had led them the wrong way several times in a row, the reliability of this old wizard, who was once full of mystery and majesty, had declined sharply in the minds of the young witches, and had quickly fallen to a level comparable to "Ellina in direction recognition"—the kind that if you don't keep a close eye on them, they might need a missing person notice after turning a corner.
Faced with the cruel reality, Ellina didn't continue to hold on and quickly trotted over.
Immediately afterwards, Grindelwald also followed shamelessly—although he was the most outstanding Apparition master of modern times, today's task was to take the children out for a trip. It would be too embarrassing to go back for reinforcements because he lost someone.
……
Facts proved that the terrain of Salzburg was not that complicated.
With Jo Annes as a temporary guide, their journey to Sork Hospital was smooth.
The road Jo Annes chose didn't look special, but Ellina noticed that some of the passages obviously didn't conform to common urban planning, as if they were temporary expressways—after they passed, there were vague noises from the brick walls behind, which made her unconsciously think of the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron.
With smooth sailing all the way, when they arrived at the hospital, there were even nearly forty minutes left before the end of the excursion.
The appearance of the hospital lobby hadn't changed much from Ellina's memory. The floors and walls that she had blown into ruins had long been restored to their original state by the power of magic. The only difference was perhaps the addition of a sign on the wall to the right of the entrance.
Of course, all the patrolling security guards had been replaced by SCP wizards wearing velvet suits.
Luna Lovegood raised her head and read the contents of the sign in a low voice.
“Non-Human Disease Research Center?”
“Well, it should be the Non-[Human Disease] Research Center, depending on how you punctuate it.”
Jo Annes shook his head with a smile, casually corrected it, and continued.
“Salzburg originally didn’t have a purely magical street like Diagon Alley. It’s obviously the best to spare a place in Sork Hospital, whether from a sanitary or concealment point of view. And applying for a new department in the hospital—even if Sork Hospital is now owned by you wizards, you still have to find a plausible name…”
While explaining, the young doctor followed the instructions on the sign and led everyone into an upward staircase compartment.
“Okay, don’t go up any further. We’re here.”
He reached out and stopped Hannah Abbott, who wanted to run up the stairs, turned his head to look behind him, and pointed to the fire hydrant opposite the stair railing after everyone had entered the corner compartment.
“The entrance to the magical hospital is here. Going up is the non-magical office area used to deceive funds and cover people’s eyes…”
Jo Annes took out his work permit and gently touched the fire hydrant, cleared his throat, and said clearly and concisely to the red fire hydrant, “Jo Annes, number of visiting colleagues, five.”
For a moment, Hermione Granger thought Jo was funny.
Speaking to a red fire hydrant in such a modern and beautiful hospital.
Then she suddenly remembered the bronze eagle ring outside the Ravenclaw common room, so Hermione widened her eyes and stared at the iron lump, expecting it to "come alive" and speak—although she had been studying at Hogwarts for a year, Hermione was still full of curiosity about these moving magical devices and magical paintings.
However, along with Jo Annes's voice, the fire hydrant didn't move at all except for a flash.
“Okay, the approval is passed,” the young doctor turned around and walked towards the direction they came from, “Let’s go.”
“Eh? Go, go… where to?”
Hermione opened her mouth blankly, and Luna and Hannah standing next to her had the same expressions.
Then, they watched Jo Annes open the compartment door and walk straight out in the direction they had just come in—the two lost souls at the back didn't hesitate and quickly followed him out.
“Let’s go, the address this door leads to has changed.”
Ellina glanced at the silly chickens behind her and couldn't help but flick Hermione's forehead affectionately with her finger.
She reached out, took Hermione's arm with a smile, and walked quickly towards the door. The two walked forward together and pushed open the door. Hermione felt as if she had passed through a layer of cool water, but walked out warm and dry from the other side.
The original empty, clean hall disappeared, replaced by an arcade paved with bluestone floor tiles.
On both sides of the arcade were four door rings woven like vines, and thin green flame curtains connected the areas between the door rings and the floor. They looked like soap films that would break if blown gently. Occasionally, one or two male and female wizards rushed out of the door rings in a hurry, shouting for help.
Some of them looked normal, at least there was nothing wrong with their appearance;
Others had terrible deformities, such as having elephant trunks or being covered in feathers, or being covered in various indescribable things that exuded a stench, or something even worse…
The arcade was very noisy, and many patients were making strange noises, even louder than Platform 9¾.
Among the crowd, several male and female wizards wearing green and white robes shuttled between the waiting patients, patiently asking about the specific situation, and writing and drawing on clipboards to take notes.
Hermione noticed that most of the green-robed wizards had an emblem embroidered on their chests: a wand and bones forming a cross.
“They are the doctors in the magical world… um, I mean healers?”
Hermione asked Hannah in a low voice.
“Some are,” Hannah frowned and said uncertainly, “Those wearing green robes are healers, but I have never seen anyone wearing white robes in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries before…”
“Magical pharmacists, this is an emerging detailed branch of treatment in the magical world.”
“Magical… pharmacists?”
Looking at Hermione, who was still a little confused, Ellina simply explained a few more words.
“To be precise, compared with traditional healers, they are more responsible for some targeted potion brewing, as well as the planning and arrangement of dosages and usage methods for various injuries and diseases—I just got my pharmacist and healer qualifications.”
“How is that possible, you haven’t graduated yet…” Hannah Abbott’s small mouth turned into an O shape in surprise.
As a witch who aspires to enter St. Mungo’s Hospital after graduation and become a “green-robed angel,” she is very clear about the difficulty of the healer assessment—in addition to basic healing abilities, a formal hospital must also provide a letter of guarantee.
If the former can rely on personal efforts, then the latter’s work experience and unit recommendation are too difficult.
“Um, that…”
Ellina touched the little ahoge a little embarrassedly and nodded in the direction of Grindelwald not far away.
“I forgot to introduce just now, this hospital was bought by Professor Apocalypse. As a result of being adopted by the professor, I only need to show normal healing magic ability, and the rest is all taken care of by the professor—”
“Then, then if I also want to… sigh, never mind, my parents are still very good to me.”
Hannah Abbott looked at Ellina enviously and sighed with a bitter face.
Born into a pure-blood family, Hannah is well aware of the convenience of this family power. It’s like she can have the qualifications to run a catering store through the affiliation of the Leaky Cauldron without participating in any Ministry of Magic assessment.
And in her impression, there doesn't seem to be any other way to obtain this special "benefit" other than through marriage.
This is a long-standing unspoken rule in the magical world, and it is also part of the capital for magical families to consolidate and marry. Although Hannah is a bit silly, she also knows that this kind of request cannot be made casually.
Ellina glanced at the depressed little iron girl, subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth lightly, and said softly.
“Actually, it’s not impossible, as long as you—”
“Hey, Ellina, kids, don’t be dazed, over here!”
Grindelwald shouted loudly in the noisy crowd and waved to them.
“There’s not much time left, we should go back to Hogwarts after seeing poor Quirinus, come over here quickly!”
Ellina: (?*`?′*)??
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