HP :Pokemon In Horgwart

After the healer had left, Magnus remained still on the bed but restless.

He was conscious that the portrait guy was still ogling at him as if he could see the plan in his head.

Luckily though, he was spared the trouble as the guy soon got uninterested and walked out of the portrait.

Perfect.

Now was the time to act.

Jumping up from the bed, he approached the door cautiously.

For his sake, he hoped it wasn't reinforced with those locking spells he had seen being used in films. God knows he had enough problems as it was.

It wasn't.

The first time he tried the knob, the door creaked open. He let it slide wide enough for him to peek outside.

His hopes took a dive.

The door opened to a corridor that was buzzing with movement. Most were dressed in robes similar to the healer who had attended him, but there were also people in normal clothes… at least normal as far as the magical community was concerned.

He took a deep breath and felt the knots in his stomach grow even tighter.

His plan appeared quite simple in theory, but the execution was where it got complicated.

From his knowledge of films and books, he knew that St. Mungo's had to have some mode of transport network. I mean, such a place needed to attend to emergencies daily, and some patients needed to be brought to the hospital as quickly as possible.

Muggles used ambulances, but this… this was a wizard hospital. It only made sense for him to believe there was some sort of magical transport in place.

There were a few options, but Magnus's quick mind combed through them, eliminating the odd ones.

The first to go were broomsticks—they just weren't fast enough.

Apparition was next, and that too was out for the plain reason that he didn't know how to do it. He'd read about the theory but not enough to even consider attempting it.

The thought of leaving half of his body behind was strong enough to stop him.

He could try the Knight Bus, but that too was out. He could hardly expect it to bust into the hospital to rescue him, and even if he managed to get outside, he would still need to pay.

That left only one option: Floo Powder.

The hospital, being such a frequently visited place, would logically have a Floo network in place. It was, after all, the most convenient means of transport, as most magical families had a Floo network at home.

This idea was actually smart as it would get him instantly away from the hospital. But there were two giant flaws.

The first one was that not a single person wore robes like the ones he had on. These were clearly patient robes, which meant he'd easily be spotted and likely waste valuable time coming up with a lie.

In that time, the man in the portrait would have returned and alerted the hospital about his absence.

The second problem was that he didn't know where the connected fireplace was situated. He'd be forced to look or ask around, which, similar to the first problem, would also consume valuable time.

But wait… what if…

A wicked smile of victory crept onto Magnus's face.

Of course! How stupid of him not to think of it sooner.

He reached for the flask that was placed on a thick wooden table, which was the only other furniture in the room.

He didn't need to check what was inside... it was a liquid, he could feel it, but exactly what liquid it was, he did not give a damn. Any would do just fine.

Without much thought, he poured its contents onto the bed.

If this went the way he hoped, he might just kill two birds with one stone.

He watched as the water soaked into the sheets and the sponge underneath them.

In his heart, he felt bad for what he was doing, but just like on the streets he had thrived on, Magnus understood only one language: survival.

Pushing the remorse aside, he cleared his throat in preparation.

Now came the guesswork.

I mean, how the hell do you summon a—

That thought never finished forming. Just then, a loud crack filled the room, and a short creature with poking ears and bulging eyes stood in front of him.

'Crap… it actually worked!'

For the first time, he began to fully appreciate his knowledge of this world.

He'd gotten this idea from the memories of Hogwarts students.

He had never once seen them do laundry, and then he had remembered Dobby, Winky, and the little creatures that crowded the kitchens. It just made sense that the hospital would have the same setup.

The house-elf was holding identical sheets, similar to the ones he had just "accidentally" soaked.

Its eyes rolled between him and the soaked bed, as if trying to figure out how the hell it had happened.

Magnus realized the way he had poured the water looked more intentional than accidental.

"So sorry… I… I was trying to pour some drinking water, but my hands were trembling… Here, I'll help you…" Magnus said, reaching for the spoiled sheets and pulling them off the bed.

He was almost expecting the elf to ask, 'So where is the cup?' because the only cup in the room lay untouched on the table.

The elf, however, had set aside the new sheets and had taken hold of his hospital robes, tugging him away from the bed.

"Sir must stop. Elvih will take care of it."

Magnus pulled away from the bed, thankful for the elf's intervention. He couldn't have done much anyway—he didn't have a wand and couldn't perform wandless magic like the elf.

"Sir is unwell… Elvih understands."

The house-elf was already laying a fresh set of sheets after pointing one of its clawed fingers at the mattress.

Magnus's pity disappeared when he saw how easily the elf did it. The whole process took less than a minute, and the creature already had the wet sheets ready to go.

"Wait," Magnus called, afraid the elf would just Disapparate.

Elvih turned its bulging, innocent eyes on him.

"Actually, I was just discharged this morning. Could you please fetch my clothes for me?" Magnus tried hard not to look at the door. Even worse, he was constantly peeking at the portrait, praying the nosy guy hadn't returned yet.

Lucky for him, the elf looked more than excited to help.

"Aye, that I will, if sir gives his name."

That was no problem.

"You'll probably find it under Unknown."

Magnus had expected the elf to look confused or ask more questions, but neither happened.

Instead, it disappeared with another crack, leaving him wondering if the elf had gone to fetch the clothes or given up on him.

Another crack, however, answered his doubts.

The small figure stood before him with a bundle in its hands.

It took a moment for Magnus to realize the bundle was, in fact, his clothes.

Despite their worn-out look, they had clearly been cleaned and folded. Magnus guessed it had taken some serious spellwork to get his dirty clothes back to this state. His previously unrecognizable shoes sat on top of the bundle, looking like a decent second-hand pair.

"Sir asked for his clothes," the elf said, pulling him from his hesitation.

He rushed to relieve the luggage from the elf.

"Thank you, Elvih… Uhm, sorry to bother."

Without even bothering about privacy, Magnus stripped off the hospital robes and slipped into his fresh clothes.

"If that is all, Elvih will go now," the elf said, preparing to Disapparate.

"Wait," Magnus called, a little too loud, as he finished slipping his shoes on.

"Listen, Elvih, I was supposed to be in the Floo Network room some minutes ago. Please, could you take me there?"