Merlin's Forehead Wrinkles

On a snowy afternoon, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was quiet. During this cold Christmas holiday, every patient whose body could hold up well enough to go home for a while had chosen to spend the holiday there, so the hospital seemed emptier than usual.

Even so, the waiting room was still full of festive cheer. The bright crystal bubbles had turned gold and red, glittering like enormous Christmas baubles. Holly hung over every doorway, and a Christmas tree topped with a twinkling golden star stood on every floor, covered not only with gifts of all sizes, but also with snow and icicles.

The arrival of the Umbrella Corporation representatives broke the hospital's silence. Wherever they went, laughter and cheerful voices followed. They had come to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries tonight to hand out Christmas presents, and the gifts hanging on those Christmas trees had also been brought by them.

The reporters from Harris Television carried all kinds of cameras and faithfully recorded the scenes of them distributing gifts. The members of Umbrella Corporation split up to visit people, not even leaving out the Healers who were holding fast to their posts.

Fleur, dressed in a long red dress, was kept constantly busy as the host. They needed to capture vivid, warm, or amusing shots and conduct interviews at any moment, while the news of Umbrella Corporation's visit to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries would appear on tonight's news program, "Wizard Today."

On the third floor, in the Department of Strange Germ Infections, Allen—arranged to visit patients like a celebrity in the Muggle world—came before a bald witch in her twenties whose fungal infection had caused all her hair to vanish, leaving her pale-skinned and freckle-faced. He gave her the