"Shiss--" Just as the potion fell on the wound, a sound of water dripping on the red iron plate came from Mr. Weasley's arm.

Several people present were surprised to see that the blood that had originally cracked and constantly oozed out blood began to emit black smoke after being dripped with potion.

After seeing this scene, a therapist immediately raised the wand in his hand and released a transparent bubble that looked like a soap bubble to try to collect the black mist.

But strangely, although these mists looked very fragile, the therapist changed several magics in a row and could not collect the black mists.

"This is a manifestation of soul pollution." Just as the therapists were about to call people, they saw the black mist suddenly gathering and then entered a transparent crystal in Hugo's hand.

"Although this thing looks like fog, it is actually a special soul that is concrete in reality." Hugo explained in a low voice after watching everyone present look at him.

"After they leave their host, they will disappear completely soon, so you don't have to worry about the dangers these toxins that are lost in the air will cause nearby."

After solving these annoying black fog, everyone focused on the treatment. At the beginning, this treatment made Mr. Weasley feel obviously uncomfortable, but soon his eyebrows that were squeezed together gradually relaxed.

"His therapist, what is the specific situation of my husband now?" After finishing the treatment and the examination, Mrs. Weasley asked the therapist.

"At least from now on, this medicine is very symptomatic." The oldest therapist among the three therapists smiled and nodded at Mrs. Weasley. "Professor Snape is indeed a potion master."

"That's good, that's good." After hearing the therapist's words, Mrs. Weasley relaxed suddenly. Although Mr. Weasley was not in danger of his life after rescue, it was not a problem that the wound could not heal.

The next step is to keep the observation work. Because this work is a bit boring, Mrs. Weasley thinks it is enough to stay, and let the Granger brothers and sisters move freely and come back in an hour.

"I feel like there are sisters in this building." As soon as she walked out of the ward, Hermione said to Hugo, and at this time Hugo also felt a ship girl upstairs.

So they quickly ran up the stairs, then passed through one door after another, and then came to the fifth floor of the hospital with the patient's groan.

"Guanghui, why are you here?" Just as they arrived at the fifth floor, a girl with long light blonde hair walked out of the tea room, and Hugo and Hermione recognized each other's identity immediately.

"I am now carrying out a mission between the Order of the Phoenix and the Mutual Aid Society." Guanghui said in a low voice. "We will take the Longbottoms from here to the Western Balkan Federation and then treat them."

"Longbatons, what does it have to do with Neville Longbaton?" After hearing Guanghui say this, Hermione asked curiously.

"They are Neville Longbottom's parents, who used to be members of Auror and the Order of the Phoenix." Hugo explained to his sister in a low voice.

"After the first death of the mysterious man, several death-eating remnants led by Bella, raided them, hoping to get the whereabouts of the mysterious man from them."

"During the torture, these Death Eaters used a large number of drilling spells. Although the Longbatons were finally rescued, their souls were damaged and they are now crazy." Guanghui added.

"And we now have a treatment plan for those with soul damage and have been verified in several volunteers, so at the request of Principal Dumbledore, we will try to treat Longbottom."

"How much success rate can the treatment be?" Hugo asked curiously. Although the ship girls have an unprecedented powerful force, most of them are related to combat and purification, and there are not many advantages in treatment.

"It depends on your definition of the success of treatment. If the treatment is the same as before, I can only say the probability is zero." Guanghui replied very seriously.

"But if we regain part of ourselves and be able to live and work like a normal person, we are at least 80% sure to do this."

"This is mainly because the souls of the two people have been damaged for too long, and the soul is different from other things. It can be said that it is very fragile, so when repairing, you must focus on safety."

"As long as it's better than now, don't be under too much pressure." Hugo said seriously to Guanghui. "At least in this regard, I believe you should have your own ideas. So just do it according to your own judgment, without thinking too much."

"Bang--" Just as a few people were chatting, a door suddenly opened. Then a man in a hospital uniform rushed out and ran towards them directly.

Seeing this, Guanghui directly reached forward and grabbed the other person, and then grabbed the other person with his neck and pressed the other person against the wall. Although the strong-looking middle-aged man struggled hard, he could not escape Guanghui's hand.

"What's going on?" Hugo and the others felt a little confused after being attacked, but soon a middle-aged therapist wearing a wreath of gold and silver wire on his head hurried over, with an anxious look on his face.

"Oh, Mr. Bode, why did you suddenly rush out?" After saying that, she looked at Guanghui and said, "Thank God, thanks to your help, he did not hurt anyone, including himself, and was caught, otherwise it would be troublesome to go somewhere else."

"It's nothing, it's just a slight effort." Guanghui said and smiled, then cut the man's hands behind his back and said. "What should he do next?"

"Please follow me!" the therapist nodded and said, "This patient lives in a closed ward and must have slipped out when I got the medicine in. The door is usually locked - he is not dangerous! He just can't control himself occasionally."

"Of course, thanks to you. Because magic is not allowed in the corridor here, and for me, it is not an easy thing to pull this person back to the ward if he cannot cast magic."

The therapist walked to the door of the ward and opened the door with the unlocking spell, then pressed the patient on a chair. "This is our long-term ward, and the patients were all injured by permanent spells."

"Of course, relying on intensive treatment and a little luck can improve the condition. For example, Mr. Bode has made great progress recently and has recovered his speaking ability well. Although we can't understand what he said. But he is the most likely to recover in this ward."

"It should be so, because this person's soul is the most intact in the entire room." Guanghui muttered quietly at this time, and then asked about the transfer of Longbottons.
Chapter completed!