Seeing this, the healer from the St. Mungo Magic Hospital, who was in charge of taking care of this group of patients, came forward in surprise and treated the wizard. After a little testing with his wand, he immediately concluded that this was definitely not the effect of an illusion. Under everyone's eyes, the cursed pox and scars that had troubled the patient previously disappeared without a trace. This patient had really recovered.
The scene was quiet at first, and then the discussion became louder and louder. The reporters swarmed forward and pointed their microphones at the lucky man who had been blessed by Ravenclaw.
"What just happened to you?"
"Sir, did you really see Lady Ravenclaw in person?"
"Is Lady Rona Ravenclaw really still alive?!"
…
The sorcerer, who had just recovered from his illness, was still in a state of agitation. He was unable to organize his words smoothly. He danced around as he described his feelings and kept thanking Lady Ravenclaw in an inarticulate manner.
"Meriam! Meriam Straw! "
At this time, a healer ran up from downstairs and shouted, saving the wizard from the reporters' bombardment of questions. The sharp-eyed reporters immediately pointed their microphones and cameras at the healer, who had just run up and was still panting.
"A miracle, a miracle, just now in the ward downstairs," the healer said, pointing downstairs with wide eyes. "Meriam, one of the Saint Mungo Magic Hospital's permanent patients under your care suddenly regained consciousness."
"Oh, Meriam, oh no, Ravenclaw, thank you for your kindness." The healer, who wore a gold and silver wreath on her head like a mother, clenched her lapel tightly and immediately rushed to the altar to pray devoutly.
When she stood up, she pushed aside the reporters and the cameras in front of her. "Sorry, I have to go downstairs now to see my poor Lawrence."
"The person you're praying to is Lawrence? The Lawrence in Jenas Sitch's ward?! That's impossible. I'll go with you! " Herbert Spring, like Meriam Straw, was an attending therapist at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, but he was also a health consulting columnist for the Daily Prophet. Spring had accurately judged that Howland Cooper had a mild form of dragon pox based on his description of the symptoms in his letter.
The reporters made way for her, but they followed closely behind her and rushed downstairs like a tide. But soon they all rushed back, and Lawrence, who had just recovered, was led upstairs by other healers to meet Meriam.
"Meriam, thank you. Ravenclaw told me everything just now. The reason why I was able to get rid of the lasting damage from the curse and regain my consciousness was because of your persistence in praying at the altar every day." Lawrence, who was still wearing a hospital gown, hugged his savior with tears in his eyes.
"It's all thanks to the merciful Ravenclaw that you can recover." Meriam, who took care of all the patients like a mother taking care of her children, kindly touched the head of the patient she had taken care of for many years. "I will continue! I will pray for the other patients. Oh, poor Longbottom couple … Neville, that child, might want to come himself … "
"It's actually true …" As a well-known healer, Herbert Spring, who was called a professor by the Daily Prophet, felt that his worldview had been turned upside down. He had always been disgusted by the feudal superstitions that only Muggles would need in the wizard hospital. The scene that appeared in front of him made him stunned on the spot.
Lawrence was a patient who was called 'St. Mungo's Permanent Patient.' Jenas Sitch's ward was a closed ward on the fifth floor of the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. The door was usually locked to prevent the patients inside from wandering around. The patients in this ward had their brains permanently damaged by the curse. For example, they were cursed to think that they were a teapot, or they were victims who went crazy from the pain after being cursed for a long time.
The excited photographers who knew that they had caught a big piece of news recorded this touching scene truthfully. They then returned to the altar. Lawrence knelt down in front of the altar and expressed his gratitude. Meriam Straw was full of joy. She knelt down beside Lawrence and thanked him sincerely.
"I was right. Our persistence made this great thing happen. Lady Ravenclaw gave them health again. I didn't disappoint Ravenclaw by spreading her wisdom and kindness." Katie was so excited that tears streamed down her face. In order to make people believe her, she didn't know how many times she had told the story. She also had to face the doubts of wizards and even her classmates and friends. Now, the truth was in front of them. She was right. She didn't lie or exaggerate the truth. Ravenclaw's miracle reappeared. Looking at the burning eyes of the wizards in front of her, Katie felt proud that she had completed the mission for God.
"Professor Harris, let's continue to pray." Katie invited Allen. When people questioned her, it was Professor Harris who funded the construction of the altar. Otherwise, if she wanted to spread Ravenclaw's miracle, she didn't know how long it would take.
Allen didn't hesitate at all. He crossed his arms and stood beside Katie, praying to the statue of Ravenclaw. Katie, who was kneeling on the ground, swallowed her words of persuasion and began to pray devoutly.
After Katie's voice sounded, everyone's eyes on Ravenclaw's altar became even more fervent. Those who prayed became even more devout, desperately praying that they would be the next target of Ravenclaw's blessings. The adepts who did not participate in the prayer and were merely observing from the sidelines also let go of their doubts and joined the prayer. Even the reporters who didn't have any diseases forgot to criticize. They set up their cameras and couldn't help but join the prayer. In fact, they didn't even know what to pray for.
It was as if the hustle and bustle just now was just an illusion. The entire corridor on the fifth floor was very quiet. At the beginning, there were still people who prayed with utilitarian motives, but as the moonlight sprinkled on them like water, the longer they prayed quietly, the calmer everyone became. They calmed their hearts and prayed devoutly under the altar.
At this moment, something strange happened. All the moonlight gathered on Allen's body, as if covering him with a layer of hazy halo. Everyone stopped praying and looked at Allen, especially the male wizard with a ruddy face. He looked at Allen with a very cold gaze. Everyone knew that this was not a coincidence. It must be Ravenclaw's choice. Could it be that this young savior shrouded in moonlight was the third lucky one?
Suddenly, the moonlight swayed without warning, and the hearts of the onlookers also shook. However, before they could think of anything else, the moonlight fixed on Allen's body again.
The altar emitted a faint blue light. In the altar, a phoenix with crimson feathers appeared on Ravenclaw's shoulder.
Everyone's attention was attracted by the sudden appearance of the phoenix. Wasn't the symbol of Ravenclaw Academy an eagle? Why would a phoenix appear on Ravenclaw's shoulder? The smarter ones thought of the moonlight that gathered on Allen's body. Everyone in the magic world knew that Allen Harris' Animagus was a magical creature, which happened to be a phoenix. Could it be that the phoenix that appeared on Ravenclaw's shoulder came for Allen Harris?
Just as everyone was making all sorts of guesses, the phoenix spread its wings and flew towards Allen, landing on his shoulder. The phoenix intimately rubbed Allen's cheek and gently pecked Allen's fingers that were stroking it.
"It looks very close to Allen Harris!"
"Merlin's beard! He got a phoenix! "
"Mr. Allen Harris himself came from Ravenclaw Academy. It's understandable that he would be favored by Madam Ravenclaw!"
"Other than the phoenix mascot of the Mottola Macaw team, the only one known to have a phoenix as a pet is Dumbledore. Now, Mr. Allen Harris has to be included. This is Madam Ravenclaw's recognition of the new savior!"
No matter how they guessed, the phoenix was related to Ravenclaw. The wizards present were envious that Allen could get such a creature. Many of them secretly regretted that they didn't come to the altar to pray earlier.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the rosy-cheeked male wizard. He had been praying in front of the shrine every day since the Christmas holidays, and Alan Harris had snatched away the last spot on his first appearance during the holidays. He could not control his envy and jealousy. He lowered his voice and said in a cold voice, "Even the gods favor the savior …"
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