Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

In the summer of 98, Sainz joined St. Mungo's as planned. He had planned to go to St. Mungo's to study magical diseases after leaving Hogwarts, and he followed his own idea.

"You became a healer after all?" Angelina said with an expression that said, "I knew this would happen." "After all, you were reading a book about healing when you first took the Hogwarts Express. I remember that day clearly."

"I remember that too!" Ben said, "I was in the same carriage as you guys that day."

"I remember there were four people," Angelina frowned, "Who was the one who came in right before you?"

"I don't quite remember," Ben said uncertainly, "I think it was Davis or someone else?"

"Now that you mention it, it seems to be him," Angelina said nonchalantly, "Who cares... Give me another piece of that pizza, Ben. You're pretty good at making food now. You're almost as good as my fourth sister-in-law."

"You should eat less. It's already a lot." Fred tried to stop him.

Angelina's eyebrows shot up, "Are you calling me fat?"

"No!" Fred denied flatly, "Absolutely not!"

Just like now, Sainz would come to Ben's restaurant to hang out with friends in his spare time, but he would still focus on magic most of the rest of the time.

Isai's current level is already a bit like mastering one magic and then mastering all magic. He already had considerable attainments in healing magic, and after focusing on healing magic that day, his progress was even faster.

On Halloween Eve 98, Sainz awakened Dumbledore.

His wand was glowing faintly and he smiled broadly. "Hello, Professor. You slept for a long time, didn't you?"

"Really?" Dumbledore looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets. He had just woken up and was still a little confused. He opened his eyes, like a camera focusing, and gradually gathered the blue light of wisdom. "You are... Sainz..."

He rolled his eyes and tried to sit up, but failed. He raised his hand, which was like a skeleton with only a layer of skin left, and took a look. "This is... It seems that you are right. I have slept long enough... Well, if possible, I hope to get a piece of chocolate. You know, usually when children do something, adults will reward them with a piece of chocolate."

"That won't work," Sainz said, "Madam Pomfrey can't supervise you, but I can."

"Why should I accept your supervision?" Dumbledore tried to sit up again, and Sainz stepped forward and shook the bed a little.

"Because I'm your healer," Saiens pointed at his badge, "See? I'm the senior healer at St. Mungo's. How about it, professor? You finally fell into my hands. Are you surprised or surprised?"

"It seems that I have slept for a long time," Dumbledore moved his fingers and arms, "I feel like a rusty machine. Moreover, you became a healer. Did Hogwarts expel you?"

"Fired?" Sai thought about it and it seemed to be true. He didn't really resign, but was directly fired. "Maybe."

"So interesting? Tell me about it."

"Don't talk about that for now," Sainz waved his hand and summoned a bottle of warm glucose and a bowl of steaming porridge. "You just woke up, and your gastrointestinal tract hasn't reacted yet. You can't eat anything too hard for now. Drink this bottle of glucose first to wake up your intestines, and then drink the rice porridge later.

It’s just right, after my gastrointestinal function has recovered, the porridge will be almost cool.”

Sainz opened the glucose and said, "Do you need my help?"

"It hasn't come to that yet," Old Deng stubbornly refused to be fed and insisted on taking the glucose with his trembling hands.

"You're awake, Dumbledore! You're finally awake!" A surprised roar came from the door.

"Hello, Alastor." Dumbledore sat on the bed and smiled, as if he had seen the spring sunshine.

Moody ran to the bed excitedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Autumn!" But before he got halfway, he turned around and ran back out the door.

"Professor Moody and the others have been taking turns to look after you," Sainz explained, "I guess he went to send a message to the others."

Moody had just run out when a few people gathered at the door of the ward, but no one came in. His loud voice could be heard throughout the corridor.

Sainz probably was concerned about his presence, otherwise there would be more people gathering around.

"Is Dumbledore awake?"

"I heard someone shouting, I guess it was."

"Mr. Autumn is amazing. He really managed to wake up Dumbledore."

"Let me see if he's really awake."

"Don't push. He is indeed awake. I saw that Mr. Autumn is treating him inside."

"Uh, okay, let's not disturb them."

Not long after, Moody came back again. Sainz came out of the ward and left them alone to talk. "Remember to drink the rice porridge later... Professor Moody, Professor Dumbledore just woke up, it's not suitable to talk too much yet, please pay attention to the time."

"Okay, I'll pay attention!" Moody said seriously, "I won't let him get too tired."

At dusk, a large group of people came, led by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall came to see Sainz after meeting Old Dumbledore. At that time, he had just restored the appearance of a patient whose transformation had failed.

"Sainth," Professor McGonagall could not hide her excitement and gratitude, "You saved Dumbledore, we almost thought he would always be like that..."

"No, Professor," Sainz said, "I had a guess before, and when I was actually involved in Professor Dumbledore's treatment, I became more convinced of that guess.

Professor Dumbledore was not poisoned to death right away, which proves that he can be saved, but... for some reason, he himself did not want to be saved. I think he will wake up sooner or later, just like sleeping, sooner or later you will wake up, I just brought this process forward."

Sainz said it lightly, but Professor McGonagall was not someone who could be fooled by just a few words. She whispered, "Saienz...you are still that humble student."

Sai didn't respond but smiled.

After Sainz's healing skills improved, the patients of St. Mungo's benefited. Many people who were previously thought to be incurable were cured and discharged. For a time, the number of hospitalizations at St. Mungo's dropped significantly.

"Professor Autumn!" Neville bowed deeply as he entered the room, brave but shy. He choked with tears, "Thank you! Thank you!"

Following Neville into the office were his grandmother and parents. They had taken off their hospital gowns, put on new wizard robes, and were carrying a fruit basket.

The three people behind him also said sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Autumn."

"You're welcome, Mr. Longbottom," Sainz helped Neville up, "I was just doing my job as a healer, it's just that this job happens to be healing people."

There were many families like the Neville family who came to express their gratitude, but Sainz remained calm.

"This is the benefit of having a murderer as a doctor," Sai thought maliciously in his heart: "If I cure someone, someone will come to thank me. If I fail, no one will make trouble. More importantly, I will never encounter medical disputes!

Congratulations! "