St. Mungo's-A Smith Enterprise?

It was 4 p. m., in the waiting room on the first floor of St. Mungo's's.

Ryan, who was advising Kate to be a decent human being, suddenly froze.

Turning his head to look at a direction that should only have a wall, his deep silver-white eyes suddenly turned into fierce beastly eyes.

"What did you see again?" Kate skillfully activated the rune on her right hand, trying to connect with Ryan's vision.

Hiss!

A mild, numbing sensation, like that after a slight electric shock, came from her right hand.

Kate pouted; she knew she had been rejected.

Her round eyes darted around, looking in the direction Ryan was looking, and she began to mutter to herself.

"Aha! It's Hogwarts!" Kate patted Ryan triumphantly.

Although her Transfiguration were poor, she learned many interesting spells through Mind Games.

She just used a spell that uses her position to determine the magical magnetic field.

The direction Ryan was looking in had an ancient magnetic field that she recognized.

"Hmm." Ryan nodded, indicating that Kate had guessed correctly.

To save himself the trouble, Ryan continued, "It was Dumbledore and Grindelwald; their wizarding intuition was truly remarkable."

"They sensed what I was thinking?" Kate sighed in disappointment.

Ryan glanced at the long line ahead and continued, "That's not all, they were all so scared that they pulled out their wands."

"Oh, they must be suffering so much. People as famous as them must have many wizards who have bad intentions towards them."

"So you admit you had bad intentions?"

"So what if it is?"

"Not so great, but do you know what it means to sense the coming autumn wind before it blows?"

"Just tell me."

"It means that the cicadas sensed the arrival of autumn even before it came."

Your malicious thoughts were like the autumn wind, and they were like cicadas.

Cicadas are creatures that die in autumn.

They were moved because your action could genuinely threaten them.

"You mean?"

"The wicked thoughts of other wizards are like dust that has been swept away; how can they compare to the autumn wind that blows through you?" Ryan finally explained.

And by then, it would soon be Ryan's turn.

At the front of the group, a middle-aged male wizard was covering his nose and pacing anxiously in place.

Kate curiously jumped out of the line and looked from the side.

He had a walnut stuck in his nose.

"Domestic dispute, huh?" The blonde witch behind the information desk smirked. "You're the third one I've seen today... Spell Damage Ward, fifth floor..."

Kate jumped back behind Ryan and took a few steps forward.

Next up was an old, decrepit witch with an absurd number of hair clips. She shuffled forward at a pace that tested one's patience to the extreme. "I've come to visit Shirley Montgomery!"

"Ward 33, but I'm afraid you're wasting your time," the witch's fake smile faltered. "She's completely confused, still thinking she's a rabbit... Next!"

Then a male wizard suddenly jumped in front of the witch.

His legs turned into springs, making a constant "DuangDuang" sound on the marble floor.

"I was cast on a new evil curse. I used a restoration spell, but it didn't work. I even..." He bounced around in front of the witch, his head hitting the ceiling every now and then.

"It's written very clearly in black and white, you should be able to read, right?" The blonde witch said impatiently, pointing to the large sign on the left side of the table. "You need to go to the Spell Damage Ward on the fifth floor, it's written on the sign. Next!"

"We're almost there," Ryan said, turning to Kate.

However, Kate is reading the sign:

Artifact Accidents Ward... First Floor (Cauldron explosion, wand misfire, broom collision, etc.)

Creature-Induced Injuries Ward... Second Floor (Stings, Burns, Spikes, etc.)

Magical Bug Infections Ward... Third Floor (Dragon Pox, Vanishing Sickness, Lymphatic Fungus infectious diseases)

Potions and Plant Poisoning Ward... Fourth Floor (Rash, Nausea, Uncontrollable Laughter, etc.)

Spell Damage Ward... Fifth Floor (Unremovable spells, incorrectly used spells, etc.)

Tea room and shops... sixth floor

If you don't know which department to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionists are willing to help.

"You're coming again—" The blonde witch looked up, her previous impatience instantly turning into a sickeningly sweet tone, "Darling, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The witch tossed her hair and deliberately opened the collar of her robe a little wider.

She couldn't stop winking at Ryan.

Just as the witch was about to explain the contents of the signs one by one and prolong the conversation, Ryan spoke up, "We've come to visit Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom."

The witch's expression immediately changed. She straightened her back, stepped back, and pulled up her collar.

After a moment of internal struggle, he changed to a serious tone. "Do you have an appointment?"

We have records of Longbottoms' visitors, but I don't recall you two being among them.

"My last name is Smith, Ryan Smith." Ryan snapped his fingers.

The witch's gaze flickered for a moment, then returned to focus. "Shouldn't you have come from the sixth floor—"

You have—"

"You mean this?" Ryan took out a silver-white piece of paper from his pocket, on which was printed an eye with unknown runes flowing in its pupil.

"Please, fifth floor, fifth door on the right."

They were inside that door that had always been locked. "Here's the key." The witch respectfully handed over a yellow key.

Ryan took the key and pulled Kate through the double doors next to him.

"Cool!

Look at that old woman's attitude just now, but as soon as you revealed your identity, Ryan, she changed.

"Could it be St. Mungo's?" Kate couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"It's just like you think. St. Mungo's is also part of our business. Mungo Bonham was just one of the founders. He and Valton Smith created it together."

However, that lady wasn't there because of my identity.

Rather, it was her conscience and professional ethics.

She clearly knew why the Longbottoms were hospitalized and their specific identities.

"If it were Fudge, I probably wouldn't even need to show my identity; I could just use my face." Ryan shrugged.

As they talked, they passed through a series of double doors.

Soon a rickety staircase appeared in front of the two of them.

"Be careful, hell is ahead." Before going up the stairs, Ryan looked at Kate, suppressing a smile, and said in a deliberately low voice.

"What?" Kate didn't have time to react.

She was then pulled up the stairs. She finally understood what that hell referred to.

The walls were covered with portraits of therapists with grotesque faces.

As Kate climbed the stairs, the therapists yelled at Kate, diagnosing her with strange ailments (the aftereffect of being short) and coming up with all sorts of terrible treatments.

In short, Kate was furious.