Noisy, chaotic, and disorderly.
It was a complete mess, like a marketplace, with people packed together, bumping into one another.
It would be a great place to set off a bomb.
All sorts of strange, untimely thoughts popped into Dewey's head.
The first floor of St Mungo's Hospital was extremely crowded, filled with patients of all kinds of skin tones and conditions.
To Dewey's untrained eye, their ailments were bizarre.
To put it bluntly, wizards were far too reckless. They were always coming up with new ways to surprise Dewey.
Spells, Potions, Fantastic Beasts—anything could hurt a wizard.
Right in front of him was a wizard whose head had swollen to the size of a pig's, and was glowing blue.
Another wizard had an arm full of parasite-filled blisters.
And one patient seemed to have been cursed by magic, with his arms and legs switched around.
The patients made strange noises—not groans of pain, but sounds coming from their afflictions. As soon as Dewey entered the hospital, he found himself face-to-face with one poor fellow. For some unknown reason, a head had grown out of his chest, and it was cursing at Dewey.
To his right, someone was slumped on the floor, hiccupping nonstop.
With every hiccup, multicolored bubbles floated out of his mouth. If Dewey had seen correctly, the bubbles turned into letters, which eventually formed a word above the man's head.
"Surprise."
There were countless patients this outrageous at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Several healers in green robes hurried past, too exhausted to even speak.
Nobody paid Dewey any attention, and he didn't make a fuss.
St Mungo's Hospital had no security cameras, but every painting could serve as a pair of eyes. Even amid the chaos below, those eyes could still pick out