Life is a one-way journey. Along this path, the scenery you encounter, the people and things you meet, whether you love them or hate them, they can only accompany you for a period of time. In the end, they will gradually distance themselves from you.
Loneliness is a normal state of life.
Amostra, floating in the hundred-foot-high sky in his illusory form, quietly watches Louise laughing and playing with his colleagues behind the glass facade, a subtle loneliness reflected in his eyes.
Let this innocent girl enjoy a bit more happiness first, and on the part of Kingsley, let him wait before contacting her.
The fierce wind up high messes up the soft gray hair of Amostra, who holds his head and looks up at the vast blue sky, taking a deep breath before lifting his foot into the void and continuing his journey.
St. Margaret's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Illnesses.
Whether it's a muggle or wizarding hospital, busyness is always the eternal melody. At noon, the therapists in dark green cloaks even have no time to sit down and enjoy a proper lunch. They lean against the corner of the corridor, holding their lunchboxes and eating frantically. This is the daily routine for therapists.
Clank
A loud shout from the fourth floor overwhelmed the noise within the hospital. The therapists eating in the corridor on the fifth floor dropped their lunchboxes and rushed down to the ground floor, their commotion waking Hermione, who was accustomed to the din of St. Mungo's.
The modest ward now had a desk, with golden sunlight streaming through the window on the wall and precisely illuminating Hermione's desk. The fine dust, disturbed by Hermione's steady breathing, left an untraceable trail.
Glancing over at the therapist running down the corridor outside the door, Hermione blinked, a flicker of curiosity appearing in her eyes. However, in the end, she abandoned her intention to go and see the commotion and instead focused on her studies.
She had been away from Hogwarts for nearly two weeks. Since entering the senior year, the course progress had significantly accelerated, and just thinking about all the subjects she had missed during this time made Hermione unable to lie comfortably in bed.
Therefore, after her curse on her body suddenly disappeared and her energy returned, Hermione could no longer endure her anxiety. She immediately proposed to return to Hogwarts, but met with strong opposition from Sirius and Tonks. After some resistance, Sirius went to Hogwarts and retrieved her textbooks. He also brought good news of her recovery to Harry, Ron, who had been worried about disturbing Hermione's treatment and had been holding back from writing letters to inquire about it, as well as her classmates who were concerned about her health.
"Your friends can't wait to see you!"
As Hermione easily took the heavy backpack that Sirius, a sturdy man, struggled with, she heard him say this and her face turned bright red, revealing a happy smile.
She had already started to imagine life after returning to school, but there were still many headache-inducing issues.
She would definitely need to catch up on the classes and homework she had missed during this time, Hermione thought, as she leaned over her desk, multitasking.
This meant that she would have to operate at full capacity for a while, as another thing also needed to consume a considerable amount of her energy.
Although she had almost died from the curse, Hermione never forgot that there were only ten days left until the second match of the Triwizard Tournament.
This seemed like a good excuse, with her body weak from the curse and the treatment having taken up so much time, making it 'legitimate' to lose the match. But Hermione didn't want to make such an excuse for herself; she still hoped to give it her all and have a standout performance.
The problem was, St. Mungo's wasn't the library at Hogwarts, there were no so many references available. She still lacked a good method to survive an hour underwater.
Thinking of this, Hermione's delicate brows furrowed slightly with worry, the time was too tight. She even missed the time-turner she had used in her third year.
Ding, ding, ding...
As the crisp knocking sound suddenly came from outside, hearing this sound, Hermione's worried face revealed a slight smile of contentment.
"Hello, Tonks, is it time for dinner? Your hair today... Oh, what happened to your clothes!"
Hermione slammed her chair back with a clatter, jumped to her feet in surprise, and stared at Tonks, whose orange hair was messy, and the handsome black jacket he was wearing had claw marks.
"Don't you think it's cool?"
Tonks looked at the claw marks on her clothes and said cheerfully, but soon she sighed,
"A poor guy got bitten by a werewolf downstairs and is in the uncontrollable frenzy after being bitten. The department's enforcers couldn't control him. Sirius and I happened to run into the scene and gave a hand, oh, Sirius is still down there watching over the poor fellow!"
"But!"
Hermione furrowed her brow and asked in confusion,
"Isn't it that werewolves in Britain have already been cleared by Professor Brakeby?"
"Those creatures are like the moonstone that grows under the floorboards, as long as there are dark and damp environments, they will always grow back. You simply cannot wipe them out completely. Of course, I mean the evil werewolves that kill people and turn normal people into werewolves."
Tonks immediately added a sentence,
"Remus is a completely different case; he can be trusted."
Hermione pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
Hermione noticed the clear appreciation that went beyond friendship when Tonks and Sirius talked about Remus. She saw it clearly.
"Let's not talk about that..."
Tonks sighed and placed her lunchbox on Hermione's desk. She shook the newspaper on her other hand, revealing a joyful smile.
"There's good news. The Prophet's special edition just went to press an hour ago. Take a look!"
Good news?
Hermione raised her eyebrows, picked up the newspaper that Tonks passed her, and eagerly opened it. The moment the familiar and quiet face appeared on the front page, Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Without controlling herself, a joyful smile appeared on her face.
"Professor Brakeby has returned!"
"Yes, the Ministry of Magic held a press conference this morning. Amostra has given a formal explanation for the duel at that Muggle university in Berlin and the big fire in the suburbs. Wow!"
Tonks glanced at the young face on the newspaper, praising,
"No need to say, his reputation has soared. In the past two years, Amostra has completely overshadowed Dumbledore. Oh, if someone had told me back when I was at Hogwarts that the 'Silent One' from Slytherin could achieve what he has today, I would have said they were crazy, but he's changed many people's perceptions of Slytherin."
Hermione nodded in agreement.
Thinking about it carefully, since the arrival of Professor Brakeby at Hogwarts, even the students from Gryffindor who had the most sharp contradictions with Slytherin College, the number of conflicts with Slytherin students had sharply decreased in the past two years and a half.
It was not because Professor Brakeby was so strict in his management, but because he himself had become a benchmark, an unconscious imitation object for those Slytherin students, and had really changed their bad temperaments.
The most obvious example is Draco Malfoy. This guy finally understands that it is more meaningful to enhance his magical abilities than to be a detested 'school bully'.
Hermione quickly scanned the text on the newspaper, but as her gaze shifted downwards, her brow furrowed slightly and her eyes showed some confusion. Just as she raised her head to ask something to Tonks, a voice suddenly came from the door of the ward, breaking up her question.
"How was your vacation at St. Mungo's, Hermione?"
Oh!
As they watched the young man with a smile at the door, Hermione and Tonks both exclaimed in surprise.
(End of Chapter)
