At the same time, Hogwarts School Hospital.

Unlike other areas of the castle, the architectural style here is closer to a medieval church.

In fact, in the first few centuries after Hogwarts was founded, there was no dedicated school hospital.

It wasn't until around the mid-fifteenth century, with the help of some church wizards, that Hogwarts had on-campus medical care.

The Hogwarts School Hospital has a beautiful fan-vaulted ceiling, using the traditional European rib structure, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

Due to frequent campus accidents and conflicts in the past year or two, with the combined efforts of several professors, it has undergone an expansion and renovation, expanding from the original eight beds to forty beds in one go. According to Hermione, it can accommodate at least half a year's students in extreme cases. In contrast, the space of the school infirmary has also been expanded fivefold.

In addition, referring to the newly established Salzburg Magical Hospital, each bed has a writing board at the end, with a table of medication information for the patient written on it.

The medicine cabinets on both sides of the room are clearly divided into two areas, one filled with magical potions and crystal bottles, with labels made by the potions professors attached to them.

The other side is categorized with things newly added by Professor Apocalis – various synthetic medicines from the non-magical world, and dozens of medical devices in total.

Madam Pomfrey's office is connected to the expanded school infirmary.

The window near her desk faces the outer corridor, allowing her to see the pendulum of the clock tower in the distance.

Of course, the main reason why Madam Pomfrey specifically moved her office here was to make it easier to receive "guests" at any time.

For example...

Madam Pomfrey looked up, looking at the old wizard at the door with some helplessness.

"Um... Professor Apocalis, is there anything I can help you with? If there's anything I can help—"

"Nothing, I'm just wandering around... just wandering around."

"But—"

Madam Pomfrey frowned in confusion, coughing softly with a strange expression.

"This is the third time you've passed by the door. Don't worry, this is the safest and most confidential place in Hogwarts..."

"Just like St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the Hogwarts School Hospital will not disclose any patient information. Those 'little secrets' will not fly out of this room."

The head nurse of Hogwarts blinked quickly, saying softly with some pride.

"Besides, it's not me boasting..."

"Over the decades, I've encountered more difficult and strange situations than St. Mungo's Hospital."

"If you have any unspeakable secrets or chronic illnesses, you can speak them out openly. After all, I'm also considered a top—"

Madam Pomfrey glanced at the old wizard standing at the door, hesitant to speak, and the word "Healer" that she hadn't said suddenly got stuck.

Oh, right!

She suddenly thought of the other party's concerns and the reason for hesitation.

Dumbledore had previously told her the true identity of this Professor Apocalis:

Paracelsus, the great alchemist who laid the foundation for modern healers hundreds of years ago and one of the only two who refined the Philosopher's Stone.

Obviously, as a legendary figure in the field of healers, this old man may be able to assist her in treatment, but if difficulties are encountered...

"Or we can just consider it... academic discussion?"

Madam Pomfrey thought for a few seconds, smiling at the "founder of healers," and added an extra sentence after thinking about it.

"Professor Apocalis, you should have many friends, right? The students at Hogwarts occasionally help 'friends' to consult on some small problems."

"Friends?"

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.

The old Dark Lord stammered uncomfortably, finally sighing helplessly.

"Okay, actually—I should be lost. What I need now is a reliable guide."

"Lost? Your reason is really..."

At first, Madam Pomfrey thought that the other party was hiding something, after all, she had heard explanations from the students that were ten times more ridiculous than this.

However, after carefully observing the old man's awkward expression for a few seconds, Madam Pomfrey's expression instantly became strange.

"Wait... you're really not joking? You're one of the Hogwarts castle custodians?!"

"Uh—"

Grindelwald chuckled dryly, shrugging his hands helplessly.

"The situation today is a bit special, Hogwarts Castle is too naughty."

"It was fine in the past, after all, there were students and professors everywhere, and if all else failed, Albus could help."

"But today..."

"Because of the Parents' Meeting, all the professors and students are in the common room, and the Headmaster happens to be away?"

Madam Pomfrey continued without thinking, looking at the old wizard who nodded with a wry smile, frowning in confusion.

"Um, why not ask the house-elves for help? Or ghosts, portraits, something like that..."

"Because, um, I might have temporarily annoyed Miss Casselana—"

Grindelwald scratched his cheek, and before Madam Pomfrey could open her mouth, he quickly added.

"The problem is mainly with me, it's normal for that child to be angry... but I didn't expect that she would remove all the house-elves and portraits in one go..."

Since he and Hermione separated, the thousand-year-old magical castle quickly became "unfriendly."

Not only did all the "guide house-elves" originally distributed throughout Hogwarts Castle disappear, but the reliable people in the portraits also disappeared.

In addition, the castle's moving staircases and magical armor all began to move randomly.

The most outrageous thing is that after such a long time, he hasn't even seen a ghost—oh, except for Mr. Peeves.

That annoying poltergeist seemed to have received some "carnival" order, popping out of the shadows from time to time to oppose him, and destroying his attempts to find his way more than once.

"...Naughty? Um—okay."

Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows, glancing at the fleeting white shadow in the corner of the corridor behind the old wizard.

"It seems that Peeves has also caused you a lot of trouble?"

She had heard about the "millennial war" between Peeves and the castle custodian before.

As if by some kind of fate, every castle custodian would be listed as a key target by Peeves.

It has been slightly restrained during this period, and I heard that some strange non-aggression treaty has been reached with that Miss Casselana.

If it really was due to that little witch's revenge actions, then Peeves's proactive attack would be easy to explain.

As for the problem of getting lost...

Considering that the other party is an old man of several hundred years, it is understandable that he has a bad sense of direction, especially under interference.

Although before this, she hadn't encountered a second wizard with such a bad sense of direction - as for witches, that Miss Casselana might be even more amazing?

"I understand. After I finish sorting out the treatment suggestions here, I will serve as a temporary guide for you for a while."

Madam Pomfrey nodded lightly, pointing to the documents on the desk.

Grindelwald curiously looked at Madam Pomfrey's desk, only to see a thick stack of parchment piled on top.

"Treatment suggestions? I thought most of the students were directly here—"

"Didn't I say it? Many are asking for friends."

Madam Pomfrey sighed softly, tapping worriedly on the stack of parchment with her fingers.

"For example, what to do if an accident occurs during a relationship. Or what to do after a breakup if you want to start over both 'physically and mentally'?"

"There are also many strange questions, the sequelae of abusing potions, accidents of organ deformation, various foreign objects piercing and staying during 'fights'..."

"Many students are clumsy, but they are boldly reckless. If I don't give them more instructions, who knows what magic they will release on themselves when they are at a loss. I am just, helping a little, providing some useful solutions and conditioning methods."

"Um..."

Grindelwald's expression became subtle.

Although he didn't have much experience, he wasn't completely ignorant.

Obviously, within Hogwarts, there are the same adolescent troubles as in other magic schools.

"Actually, I heard that, um, the way they handle things in Durmstrang seems to be—"

Thump, thump, thump———

Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.

The two subconsciously turned their heads, only to see Filch limping quickly towards this side.

"It's not good, Madam Pomfrey, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are fighting!"

"And it's not the students, the parents are fighting!"