Novel & Cerita Hospital Wing Hogwarts Legacy

"He threw away everything for a vendetta that made no rational sense. I need to know why." "Because he's mentally ill and obsessed. That's why." James leaned forward. "But if you're determined to do this, at least be careful. Don't engage if he becomes threatening." The Miami-Dade detention center was depressing in the way all such facilities are, with harsh fluorescent lighting and the smell of industrial cleaner failing to mask more unpleasant odors. I waited in a small visitor room with a guard stationed outside while Victor was brought in wearing an orange jumpsuit and looking like he'd aged ten years in three days.

Josephine RA-4. The code was burned into my brain by now. I repeated it silently with every step I took down the hospital’s lower west wing. This part of the building hadn’t been in use for years, they said. Renovations delayed, old wiring, or mold. Whatever excuse administration had offered, it had to keep people away. My heart raced as I walked towards the storage room with the old worn out sign of ‘RA-4’ at the top. Taking a deep breath, I swiped my hospital ID.

I tear myself from the room before I lose my nerve, chasing Misty down a staircase while she rushes to the infirmary. Her face is pale and set in determination. Neither of us speak until we reach the sweeping, high-tech hospital–even for Moonrise, which keeps to their traditional, magic ways when it comes to healing. We’re within the lower levels of the castle. It’s the only area with public access, situated along the backside of the palace. It’s not ornate. There’s no glint of gold in the marble walls here. It’s sterile, and thankfully, quiet. Misty rushes us around a corner, and that quiet stillness snaps. Activity erupts as Misty hands my son to an unfamiliar witch who tenderly carries hi

Moving with such unnatural speed, she snatched me by the throat, lifting me off the ground with impossible strength. Everything went black. Pain. Sharp and searing. It jolted me awake. My back scraped against the rough wooden floor, sending fire through my spine. I groaned, my body dragging against the cold surface. I tried to lift my head, but I was too weak. My vision blurred, the flickering glow of candlelight the only thing I could focus on. My hands twitched at my sides, but they wouldn’t obey me. Beth… where was Beth? I forced my head to turn. Through my hazy vision, I saw her—thrown over the witch’s shoulder, her arms dangling lifelessly. Her face was hidden behind her red hair, but I

“James. I have him. Send the private medical transport to the North Mine, Sector 4. And James? Clear the Sanctuary. I want the entire East Wing locked down. No one enters without a biometric scan of my own hand.” “The Sanctuary, sir?” James asked, his voice surprised. “The Sterlings don’t even know that facility exists.” “Exactly,” Lucas said, his eyes hardening. “He is never going to be used against us again.” The move was slow and careful. Lucas stayed by the boy’s side as the medical team arrived, watching every tube and wire. They moved him like he was made of glass, sliding him into the back of a nondescript, unmarked van. As the van pulled away, heading toward the secret hospital Lucas

I pull it out, the bright light of the screen blinding in the dim kitchen. It’s a text from the Witch. A simple three word message that makes my blood run cold. I’M IN THE HOSPITAL.

Out of habit, Ver was quietly looking around the hospital. I was glad to be able to see Annie once more. Leaving my friend alone in this hospital made me feel a little bad. But I still wanted to check on her. But I slowed down once we turned the corner toward the patient room. Standing near the reception desk were Harry and several of Alpha Marius's Betas. "Harry?" I called. "Why are you here?" Harry looked at me calmly. But I could see that his eyes were tense. "If this is about me leaving the house, Luna Georgina already allowed it. Ver can confirm it." I quickly said before he could speak.

“How a shameful way to die!” Sheels brought Hera to the Hospital Wing. It was an establishment quite as big as the Filling Realm and just as wide as the classroom buildings. It had about four glass windows, which had the same height as Hera. White curtains were drawn over it, though Hera could make out a silhouette of people moving on and about inside. Both of them passed through the ancient-looking double doors and were directed to a small chamber with a long counter in the corner. A nurse stood behind it, writing something on a piece of paper. She looked up when Sheels impatiently tapped the counter.

IV pole, wall mounted BP apparatus, dragger panel with oxygen and suction mechanism, and various things only found in hospital rooms and I would know since I spent most of my five years in one. When I looked to the side where there was a wide glass window uncovered, I realized I was most definitely not back home nor somewhere near Sedona based on the view since the Bell Rock formation which surrounded Sedona was no longer visible. “Where are we?” I turned to Zane who seemed to be patiently waiting for me to talk to him. “Phoenix. This is the healing wing of the Blazing Wolves.” He explained. “Phoenix?! Wh- why are we here? Wait, why are you here? Where is everyone?” I had so many questions.

I whispered, I could see the confusion on the nurse’s face. “Thank you, you’ve been of great help.” I immediately hurried out of the hospital and towards my car, I leaned on it as I tried to catch my breath and maybe put the pieces of everything I had known about this situation together. Hermione was here, she was a mental patient? But why? ***************