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Kyle wrote two full pages of parchment before he stopped. He checked them and made sure they were all right before putting them in an envelope.
Rodan flew in through the window and raised one leg naturally.
"Just like before." Kyle looked at the name on the envelope and said, "Go to the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley and mail the letter from there."
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 115 Werewolf
Chris and Diana only stayed at home for one day and went back to the Ministry of Magic early the next morning. They still had a lot of things to do.
Especially Chris, he was on a business trip for half a year, and the documents in the department were piling up like a mountain.
Kyle, who was home alone, decided to visit Hagrid.
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is located in London, in front of an old department store.
Like the Leaky Cauldron, there was also a Muggle-repelling spell here. They could only see a "Closed for Renovation" sign on the door and were unable to enter.
Kyle found an ugly doll in front of the window and said, "I want to visit the patient."
The doll nodded slightly and waved its linked fingers, signaling Kyle to come in.
Much like the wall you pass through to enter Platform 9, you enter St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries through that glass window.
This was Kyle's first time at St. Mungo's. As the most famous hospital in the wizarding world, there were always all kinds of strange patients here.
Not long after entering, Kyle saw an old wizard with a leg on his head hopping to the information desk in the waiting room and starting to queue up.
It’s just that his appearance was a bit exaggerated, and those who were in front of him were stunned and said that he could go first.
"No, no, you go first."
The old wizard was quite polite: "I just feel my head is a little heavy, I hope someone can help me hold it up."
But no one dared to help him, not because they were afraid of being blackmailed, but mainly because the leg above his head was not obedient, kicking left and right, and no one could get close to him.
Finally, a fat blonde witch came out of the information desk and took him somewhere else.
As he left, his leg was still swinging from side to side, as if he wanted to kick the witch.
This time Kyle was going to the Biological Injury Department on the second floor, where he met a curly-haired therapist and asked about Hagrid's location from him.
"You mean the big guy? He's in the Janus Tikai ward, just opposite the specimen room... Never mind, I'll take you there."
The therapist led Kyle to a reddish-brown door.
"This is it." Then he pushed open the door and said, "Rubeau Hagrid, someone is here to see you."
"Mmmm..." An indistinct murmur came from inside the door.
Kyle walked inside.
This was a fairly spacious room with six beds, but there were only three people in it.
In addition to Hagrid, there were two other wizards here, one of whom was sleeping, and Kyle actually knew the other one.
"Professor Kettleburn...why are you here too?"
"Hmm?" A bald wizard with a white beard looked at Kyle and asked doubtfully, "Are you... a young wizard from Hogwarts?"
"Yes, Professor." Kyle replied, "I'm a sophomore now."
"No wonder..." Professor Kettleburn said suddenly.
He was not yet able to take the Care of Magical Creatures class in his second year, so naturally he had never met Kyle.
"Um... why are you here?" Kyle looked at his only remaining arm and half a leg.
Fortunately, they are all here. If something was missing, the professor would probably have to retire early.
"Nothing, just got bumped by a unicorn." The old professor fiddled with the thick bandages on his body nonchalantly, waved his hand and said, "It's just a little scrape, it's okay. Don't you want to go see Hagrid? Go now."
Kyle smacked his lips. The horn on the unicorn's forehead was not just for show. It could even pierce through the scales of a fire dragon.
Being hit by that thing... maybe only Professor Kettleburn could remain so calm.
But for him, this is really not a big deal.
Hagrid was sitting to the right of Professor Kettleburn, occupying three beds by himself.
After seeing Kyle, Hagrid's eyes were a little confused.
"You are... Kyle, why are you here? Don't you have to go to class?"
"It's summer vacation now, Hagrid." Kyle put a box of wrapped candy on the table next to him and asked, "How do you feel?"
Of course, he did not forget to give a copy to Professor Kettleburn.
"Is it summer vacation now?"
Hagrid rubbed his head and said, "It feels terrible. I seem to have forgotten a lot of things."
"Mr. Scamander came two days ago. He said it would take at least a month of treatment for me to recover these memories."
"I don't want to live here. I want to pick up Harry for school."
Hagrid tugged at the hospital gown he was wearing, which was pieced together but still one size too small, a little impatiently.
In order to be able to pick up Harry Potter this year, he had prepared for a whole year. What if Dumbledore didn't let him go because of this?
Hagrid couldn't accept it.
"It's okay." Kyle comforted him, "It's just summer vacation now. Owl will send the acceptance letter in a month and a half. There's still enough time."
"I hope so." Hagrid tugged at his clothes again.
"Be more confident, Hagrid. The headmaster will definitely let you pick up Potter." Kyle handed him a chocolate frog and said, "Eat some chocolate. It should make you feel better."
"Thank you, Kyle." Hagrid sobbed softly and said, "I didn't expect that someone other than Dumbledore would come to see me."
"Wait...your name is Kyle?"
At this time, Professor Kettleburn next to him suddenly looked over and said, "Could it be that you found the unicorn cub?"
"I guess so." Kyle said calmly, "But Oren returned the cub only after he saw the people from the Ministry of Magic arrive. He just happened to throw it into my hands."
"The Ministry of Magic... Ha, I didn't expect that bunch of rubbish could be reliable sometimes."
Professor Kettleburn made no secret of his views on the Ministry of Magic. He looked at Kyle with interest and said, "You are a sophomore this year, right? Are you interested in taking the Care of Magical Creatures class next year?"
"This is the class I'm most looking forward to, Professor."
The people in the next ward were arguing very loudly, and the shouting could be heard here, but the person sleeping was snoring too loudly, so Kyle couldn't hear what they were arguing about.
After saying goodbye to Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn, Kyle went to the corridor.
Here, the quarrel was clearer, and was accompanied by the sound of things being broken, as if the patient inside did not want to cooperate and was struggling desperately.
Kyle didn't care much about it. After closing the door, he prepared to walk towards the stairs.
"Oh!"
But just as he turned his head, an arm suddenly broke through the door of the next ward and stood in front of Kyle.
The arms are covered with gray hair, and the front nails are hooked, black and long.
Before Kyle could react to what was happening, a tall figure smashed down the door and ran out from the next room.
The other party was on its hind legs, its long mouth opening and closing.
……
This look... werewolf?
Kyle couldn't believe his eyes, it was daytime now, why were there werewolves!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 116: The Battle of St. Mungo's
The last Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the first grade was about creatures like werewolves, so Kyle was naturally familiar with them.
It looks similar to a wolf, but can walk upright, has a slightly shorter snout, is covered in gray fur, and has sharp, hooked nails on its paws.
The one in front of me is definitely a werewolf.
But doesn't this creature only transform when the moon is full?
What is this thing in front of me... a daylight werewolf?
Kyle had no time to think at this time. He quickly raised his arm and the wand slipped from his sleeve into his hand.
All descriptions of werewolves have one thing in common: their brains are confused, they have no rationality at all, and they will only instinctively attack any creature in front of them.
This werewolf is naturally no exception.
It stared at Kyle, its eyes full of cruelty and bloodthirstiness.
There's nothing I can do about it, since Kyle is the closest to me.
The werewolf opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth that were at least two inches long. Turbid saliva slowly flowed down between its teeth and dripped onto the brown-red floor.
"pat..."
"Roar!"
The moment the werewolf pounced, Kyle chanted the spell first.
"Weak!"
"Boom..."
The werewolf's movements froze, and his body fell to the side uncontrollably.
Thanks to Oren, who explained the characteristics of werewolves in great detail during the last class, and they were all valuable information that was not in the books.
According to him, werewolves will mostly choose to attack by jumping when facing prey, which is called forward pounce.
The soft ground can make them lose their footing, which makes them perfect for use here.
Although the werewolf quickly got back on its feet, it was enough for Kyle.