Chapter 15: St. Mungo's Hospital For Magical Maladies And Injuries

Time went by quickly, one month later, in mid-June 1986, Maple Dumbledore spent his 6th birthday at Flamel's residence.

On his birthday, Dumbledore gave his adopted son a pair of white socks – a pair of long wool socks with constant warmth charm.

"Wearing it will definitely keep me warm."

While talking, Maple solemnly accepted the gift. The keen boy clearly saw some crystals at the corner of the century-old man's eyes.

The Flamels gave him a small exquisite sandalwood box, which Maple opened. Within, he saw an extremely delicate pair of platinum alchemical rings inlaid with purple crystals.

Nicholas said that the crystals on this pair of rings were created from the leftover fragments when refining philosopher's stone. The magic within it is just enough to permanently stabilize a charm. For this reason, he specially left the only enchantment position in the ring empty during its creation. This allowed Maple to determine what sort of enchantment he would like to embed, however, neither of them recommended Maple to make a decision too early.

"I was worried that you would forget to prepare them when you needed it, so I made a pair in advance. Maple, my apprentice, don't thank me, because if you really need them one day, that would be the best gift for me."

At this point, Nicholas Flamel had already reached out and closed the lid of the box again, pushing the sandalwood box firmly into Maple's arms, his face full of heartfelt expectation and blessing.

Holding the wooden box firmly, Maple felt a slight ripple of magic from it and fell into a moment of silence. His eyes were lowered and there seemed to be a ripple in his green eyes that even he could not detect.

"… I understand, Master, I will do my very best."

After accepting these two precious birthday gifts, Dumbledore and Flamel joined forces to apply a suppressive sealing magic to Maple's body at his request.

The reason for this seal was because Maple's physical growth was getting faster. If this continued, when Maple's eleven years old and went to Hogwarts, he would look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child. Just a simple glance and it could be seen that there was something wrong.

Maple's surname "Dumbledore" if announced, would be enough to cause a sensation. He did not want to add more fuel to the fire, not to mention there was a 'second generation Dark Lord' that was currently living in the shadows?

The relationship between body, spirit and magic was inseparable and physical suppression will affect the digestion of potion and its growth. Furthermore, Maple's current situation did not need him to rush for success.

On the contrary, it was in Maple's long-term interest to take this opportunity to learn more magical knowledge and to allow more time for the chemical reaction with the Beyonder knowledge in his soul.

"Hmm… there is no problem, the physical growth has been suppressed stably."

Maple checked the current eleven or twelve-year-old appearance in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

Presently, Maple's black hair was well-groomed, his immature and delicate face had shown signs of future handsomeness, and his emerald green pupils were becoming more and more charming.

"Right, old man, I have also made that mask, tomorrow I can go to St. Mungo hospital."

Suddenly recalling the Beyonder tool he completed last night, Maple reminded Dumbledore that he was ready.

[Qin Feng's Disguise Mask], this is the name of the tool Maple created. This mask made of pure spirituality, once worn by Maple, would allow him to take his 30-year-old appearance. The effect was no less than Polyjuice potion, yet did not require magic, as a result there was almost no way to see through the disguise in the magic world. This was also the identity Maple prepared for his next activity.

The "disguise mask" was pure white, the materials looked delicate and smooth, as though made from ceramic, but was actually very tough, at least not inferior to ordinary swords. Since the function was limited by Maple to only work on him, the function was not too heaven-defying and its side effect was not serious…

He would feel thirsty when wearing it. The longer it was worn, the stronger the feeling of thirst would be and he would need to replenish plenty of water after he took it off.

"I understand, Maple."

Dumbledore nodded and suddenly asked with a smile.

"But I still want to ask, do you really plan to wear that mask? I believe the result is enough to bring you a first-class Order of Merlin medal. Oh! Might you even have the chance to be included in the chocolate frog wizard card?"

Maple shrugged, non-committal,

"At least it is not suitable right now, is it not? I am too young, but it does not matter. In fact, I'm also looking forward to see whether they will find out after ten years about this 'coincidence'"

However, this guess was destined to not be possible to verify, because the next day, a handsome and tall wizard in dark purple robe had entered the St. Mungo's hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries in London together with Albus Dumbledore.

Entering the famous magical hospital, Maple's first impression was "busy" and "bustling".

Wizards suffering from all kinds of strange illnesses could be seen shuttling from the reception room to different treatment rooms with ease. Occasionally, some therapist in dark green robes appeared in the reception hall and hurriedly fetched wizards or muggles with serious conditions and helped them to the treatment room.

As Dumbledore entered the reception hall, many wizards recognized the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard of the time. Although they did not stop what they were doing, they would slow down and nodded slightly to him as they passed by him to express respect.

Of course, the handsome unknown wizard following Dumbledore, with his silver trimmed black wizard robe, also attracted many curious and inquiring eyes.

Obviously, this wizard is "Qin Feng" that Maple had turned into after wearing the mask.

That immature and youthful face had fully grown, from the originally delicate face to handsome and mature. The 30-year-old wizard with exquisite dark wizard robe with silver pattern was at least 1.8 meters tall, which gave a certain level of oppression but also provided a calm and indifferent temperament.

Especially those clear bright green eyes, which made even more people have heartfelt admiration.

"What a beautiful pair of eyes."

Both wizards and witches praised him in their hearts. Although they had seen people more handsome than this wizard, they had never seen such beautiful windows to the soul.

Noticing the gazes around him, Dumbledore was slightly puzzled at first — wasn't it different when he usually came to St. Mungo's? However, he soon glanced thoughtfully at Mep, who was standing quietly beside him, and then nodded in realization. He gave his adopted son a meaningful smile, as if to say — well done, very much like your father in his younger days.

"This old man is good at everything, but occasionally, something seems to be wrong with his brain…"

Maple found Dumbledore's teasing smile, could only glared at the old man helplessly while cursing in his heart.

But soon, as if they had received some news, two therapists in dark green witch robes hurriedly came to the reception hall.

Both witches searched the crowd excitedly and soon discovered Dumbledore and the youth. They quickly squeezed out of the crowd excitedly.

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