Vol 2 Chapter 900: St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital

"Attack him?" Fanlin had a look on his face, and then returned to normal.
　　 "Yes..." Harry said tremblingly, his face looking a little gray.
　　 He could only see part of Sirius's face and other parts of his face hidden in the darkness.
　　 "That dream is still affecting you" Sirius said. "You are still thinking about those dreams or other-"
　　 "No," Harry said and shook his head, "It looks like something is sticking up in my body like a snake in my body."
　　 "You need sleep," Sirius said firmly.
"You should have breakfast and then go to bed and go to see Arthur with everyone after lunch. You are irritated, Harry, you blame yourself for not being able to help you but you are lucky to be there, otherwise Arthur may be Die, but don’t worry.
Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and left the pantry while Fanlin looked at him silently, staring at Harry in the dark with blue eyes, as if he wanted to see Harry through. .
　　 "What the hell...what happened to me?" Harry asked, shaking slightly.
　　 "It's okay with you," Fanlin shook his head, "Maybe there is a solution, but not now. We have to go to sleep, right?"
　　 In fact, everyone was asleep in the morning except Harry. Fanlin had already returned to Hogwarts early in the morning. He wanted to take Hermione over, and at the same time he had to return to London after watching Mr. Weasley.
After hesitating for a while, Harry came to the bedroom he shared with Ron in the last few weeks of this year. Ron climbed into the bed and fell asleep quickly within a few minutes. Harry sat on the bed with his back against the cold metal bedpost. Comfortable.
　　 He decided not to doze off, fearing that he would become a snake again when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he attacked Ron or attacked other people walking around the house one by one.
　　 When Ron woke up, Harry pretended to slept soundly. When they had lunch, their large boxes arrived from Hogwarts so they could prepare their bags for the trip to St. Mungo's magical resources.
　　 They changed their robes and put on jeans and a round neck long-sleeved sweatshirt. Everyone except Harry was so happy and talkative.
　　 They happily welcome Tonks and Mad-eye Moody to appear here, they will them through London, and they laugh at Mad-eye's bowler hat for hiding his magic eyes.
　　 Tonks' head becomes short again and pink will not attract people's attention on the subway.
　　 Tonks was very interested in Harry seeing Mr. Weasley being attacked, something Harry didn't want to talk about.
　　 "Your family doesn't have the blood of a prophet, right?" She asked curiously when they sat side by side on a rattling train heading for the city center.
　　 "No" Harry said he thought of Professor Trauni and felt humiliated.
　　 "No" Tonks mused, "No, I don't think this is actually a prophecy? I mean you don't see the future. You are seeing the present. Isn't it weird? But it's very useful."
　　 Harry didn't answer. Fortunately, he separated himself and Tonks with Fred and George when they got off the train at the next stop, the central London station and hurriedly left the train.
　　 Tonks led the way and they followed her up the escalator. Moody stayed at the back of the line. His hat was pressed very low. A hand with thick joints inserted between the buttons of his coat and grabbed his wand.
　　 Harry felt the hidden eye staring at him.
　　 He tried to avoid more questions about his dreams, he asked Mad Eyes where is the Magic Hospital of St Mungo.
　　 "Not far from here" Moody murmured. They breathed the winter air and walked on a wide commercial street. There were people shopping for Christmas gifts.
　　 He let Harry walk in front of him and walk behind him. Harry knew the eyes were looking in all directions under the slanted hat. "It is not easy to find a good location for the hospital. The thin strip between the one-way and two-way streets of London Street is not big enough, and it cannot be built underground like the Ministry of Magic, which is not good for health. Finally they managed to build a building here. The reason is that sick wizards can get along with the crowd naturally."
　　 He grabbed Harry to prevent them from being dispersed by a group of customers rushing to the small appliance store.
　　 "Let's go this way" Moody said after a while.
　　 They are standing in front of a huge, old-fashioned red brick store. The shop sign says: Purge6zdose Co., Ltd.
　　 There are some broken dolls randomly placed in the air with an old breath. They are fake and the clothes are still outdated ten years ago. A huge notice was written on the dusty door: closed during renovations.
　　 Harry clearly heard a big woman passing by with a plastic shopping bag and saying to her friend, "That place has never been open."
　　 "Yes," Tonks said, pointing to a particularly ugly doll in the window and nodding to them. Its false eyelashes are hanging down. It is wearing a green nylon saliva cloth. "are you ready?"
　　 They nodded and surrounded her tightly.
　　 Moody pushed Harry forward hard, Tonks leaned against the glass and looked at the mouth of the very ugly doll. The water vapor sprayed directly onto the glass.
"Open," Tonks said, "Let's come to see Arthur Weasley~EbookFREE.me~ Harry thought Tonks was counting on the doll with a layer of glass, the bus rumbling behind it, and It's absurd to hear her whispering in the streets full of customers. The doll will not hear it anyway.
　　 The next second when he saw that doll nodded slightly and gestured with his fingers, his mouth was shocked.
　　 Tonks pinched Ginny and Mrs. Weasley through the glass and disappeared. Fred, George and Ron walked behind them.
　　 Harry glanced at the crowd pushing. No one noticed the ugly window display of Purge&Dose Co., Ltd., and no one noticed that the six people had just disappeared in front of them.
　　 "Hurry up" Moody growled and pushed Harry on the back. They walked forward together, feeling through a layer of cool water to a warm and dry place.
　　 There is no sign of an ugly doll or where she stood. They seemed to be sitting in rows of witches and wizards on swaying wooden chairs in a crowded reception area. Others who looked completely normal and were reading out of date had terrible appearances such as ivory damage or a hand on their chest.
The room is not quiet compared to the street outside because most patients are making a very unique noise: a wizard sitting in the middle of the front row sweating profusely is using a fan, when steam gushes from her mouth There was a sharp howling; a dirty wizard sat in the corner and jingled whenever he moved. His head vibrated so violently that he had to hold his ears to keep him steady. Witches and wizards in orange-green robes walked up and down to ask questions and recorded them in a notebook like Umbridge.