"So... that incident in Diagon Alley actually managed to stop everyone from getting sick?"
Walking down the corridor of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Devereux looked around, his brow slightly furrowed.
The last time he had visited, this place had been packed to capacity. All sorts of bizarre wizards had queued up in the main lobby, either turning green from botched potions or sprouting extra limbs from stray curses.
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