In the snowy afternoon, St. Mungo's Hospital was quiet. During this cold Christmas holiday, patients who could support going home temporarily chose to go home, so the hospital was more deserted than usual.
Even so, the waiting room was still full of a festive atmosphere. The bright crystal bubbles turned gold and red, like a huge Christmas ball flashing. Holly hung at every door, and every floor had a Christmas tree with a twinkling golden star. In addition to all kinds of gifts, it was also covered with snow and ice.
The arrival of the representatives of the Umbrella Corporation broke the silence of the hospital. Wherever they went, it became a place of laughter. They came to St. Mungo's Hospital tonight to distribute Christmas gifts, and the gifts hanging on the Christmas tree were also brought by them.
The reporters from Harris TV station carried their cameras and recorded the scene of them distributing the gifts faithfully. The members of the Umbrella Corporation spread out to visit, and even the therapists who stayed at their posts were not left out.
Hibiscus Chinensis, who was wearing a red dress, was busy as the host. They needed to capture some vivid and warm or interesting scenes to interview at any time. The news of the Umbrella Corporation's visit to St. Mungo's Hospital would appear on tonight's news program, "Today's Wizard."
On the third floor, Allen, who was arranged to visit patients like a star in the world of Muggle, came to a bald witch in her twenties who had lost all her hair due to fungal infection. Her skin was pale and her face was full of freckles. He gave her a beautiful burgundy wig that his subordinates had prepared in advance.
"Merlin's forehead tattoo! Are you really Allen Harris himself?! " The witch was elated and wanted to hug Allen, but then she remembered that her disease was contagious, so she hurriedly shrank back in embarrassment.
But Allen took the initiative to hug the nervous witch in front of everyone, comforting her and finally fulfilling her wish to sign her bald head.
The children who were unlucky enough to be infected with draconis and lymphomycosis all saw their new savior in person. Allen hugged these sick children one by one without any scruples. His sudden visit was a great surprise to these children. A little blonde boy wearing the England Quidditch national team cap on his head held Allen's hand. He looked as if he was about to cry.
His mother told Allen that he was Allen's loyal fan. When Allen heard that, he immediately cast an illusion on himself and changed his attire to what he looked like during the World Cup in Quidditch. The child with Vanishing Syndrome screamed in surprise and threw himself into Allen's arms. Allen gave him a golden Snitch with his signature as a Christmas gift.
A muscular male adept in a black magical robe with a ruddy complexion stood outside the circle of reporters. He curled his lips and mocked in a disdainful voice, "Putting on a show." His voice was almost inaudible in the laughter of the crowd. As if he did not want to see the hypocritical scene in front of him, he quietly left and walked towards the stairs.
As the CEO of Umbrella, Hermione was mainly in charge of the first floor's equipment accident department and the second floor's biological damage department. These little wizards, who had suffered physical injuries such as exploding crucibles, misfiring wands, bumping into brooms, stings, impalement, and other physical injuries during the holidays, played with the Umbrella staff, who were deliberately selected to be more approachable, for several hours.
Hermione even checked the teeth of each child and played with them with children's fake wands to experience the childhood life of the pure-blooded children. Finally, she gave them the toys developed by the twins, which were safe but not too strong, and the children's dental utensils from her parents' house. Hermione taught them how to use them. Overall, this group of children who had to stay in the hospital during the holiday had a very happy afternoon.
When it was time for lunch, the large group of people went to the teahouse and shop area on the sixth floor to have a simple meal. Katie Bell, who came to participate in the evening prayer, heard the news and hurried over.
"Allen, it's the full moon tonight. Would you like to go to the shrine of Lady Ravenclaw and witness the miracle with us?" Katie invited Allen when she saw him. The Harris family had donated Ravenclaw's shrine, and Katie believed that Allen would be willing to go.
"Thank you, Katie. I'd love to." Allen immediately agreed. This invitation was exactly what he wanted. If Katie did not happen to come, Allen's father, Owen, would coincidentally send a "believer" to invite Allen to participate.
At night, St. Mungo, which had been bustling for the whole afternoon, regained its tranquility. In the newly built prayer room at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor, under the shrine of Ravenclaw, Allen, who was invited by Katie, the pious wizards, and the reporters who were waiting for the miracle were all waiting quietly.
Although the wizards in the prayer room appeared to be respectful on the surface, Allen could sense that most of them, including Umbrella's own staff, were skeptical about the so-called miracle of Ravenclaw.
Allen was even surprised to find that among the wizards who were praying with what they thought was the most pious ritual, there was a wizard who was a master of Brain Seal, although his ruddy face did not make him look like a patient at all. Then Allen noticed a healer who was wearing a gold and silver wreath on her head and looked very motherly. She was obviously praying for her patient.
"Who's that wizard?" Allen leaned close to Katie and quietly pointed in the direction of the master of Brain Seal. He lowered his head and asked softly.
"He came here during the Christmas holidays. He asked me a lot of questions about Ravenclaw and the shrine. After that, he rarely interacted with others. He prays in front of the shrine until late every day. He's more pious than the average person." Katie opened her eyes and whispered. She felt that if Ravenclaw could only choose three people, the wizard in front of her was very likely to be one of them.
Outside the window, everything was white after the snow and ice had settled. The moonlight broke through the shackles of the dark clouds and sprinkled its bright light on the world. Through the window of St. Mungo, the moonlight shone on Ravenclaw's shrine, making her exquisitely carved face look extremely holy.
The pious worshippers were still praying in different ways. Katie Bell clenched her fists and quietly knelt on the ground. Her lips kept moving, but no sound came out. There were also some who put their index and middle fingers in front of their mouths and prayed for good luck.
Ravenclaw's shrine emitted a faint blue light under the moonlight. The doubtful wizards suddenly felt their impatience, which was getting more and more difficult to hide, calmed down.
Those who were praying felt their pain, regret, and other negative emotions gradually disappear under the light. One of the most pious wizards, who was almost prostrating himself so that others could not see his face, felt it the most obvious. The curse that had been haunting him for years seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Instead, it was replaced by an indescribable tremor, just like when Katie encountered it. This stimulating feeling burst out from the depths of his soul and quickly spread throughout his body, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
The adepts around him could clearly sense the energy flux radiating from his body. Some of the reporters who were far enough away were the first to realize what was going on. They hurriedly pointed their cameras at the male adept whose lips were trembling as if he were mumbling to himself.
The wizard, whose eyes were tightly shut, had his right cheek full of scars and pits. The black skin was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the wizard stopped trembling and opened his eyes, he immediately touched his cheek. Feeling the smooth skin under his hand, he quickly jumped up and looked at the window. Using his wand, he temporarily turned the transparent glass into a mirror. The voodoo curse that had troubled him for years had really disappeared. He jumped up and cheered in ecstasy. "I got it right … I'm healed …"
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