For wizards, long-distance travel was extremely convenient and incredibly cheap.
Charles had originally wanted to fly to Britain with Angelina on broomsticks. However, Angelina opened the jar sitting on the fireplace, which was filled more than halfway with green Floo Powder.
The Floo Network here was naturally not connected to the one in Britain. They first went to the French Ministry of Magic, crossed the border through a special fireplace to the British Ministry of Magic, and finally arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital. The entire journey took less than half an hour.
St. Mungo's Hospital was far from peaceful at night. Patients were brought in from time to time. Some had heads that had swollen as if inflated, some had tongues hanging down to their chests, and others had grown fur as thick and long as a mammoth's. Charles failed to recognize one of them as Seamus.
Angelina shook her head and said, "These patients all suffered because prank spells went wrong. Around Christmas every year, magical hospitals are always packed with patients like this."
There were too many patients at the moment, and a line had formed at the reception desk. The two of them waited in the hall instead of taking up the staff's time.
This was Charles's first visit here. He looked around the magical hospital curiously. Besides the portraits of famous Healers and directors covering the walls, he also saw an oil painting titled King Arthur's Lightning Raid on Paris. The crowd in the background even gave the field doctor accompanying the army quite a bit of screen time.
Once no more patients were coming through the entrance, the two of them went to the reception desk to ask where the Lumbardons' ward was.
The receptionist eyed them warily and asked, "What are you to the