Vol 2 Chapter 243: Visiting Ron

Ai Wen looked up and found himself in a crowded waiting room.
Rows of male and female wizards sit on rickety wooden chairs, some look normal, reading the expired "Witches Weekly", others have terrible deformities, growing like a nose or chest and giving birth to a hand .
The hospital is quieter than the Muggle Street, which is noisy and noisy. Many patients continue to make strange noises.
In the middle of the front row, a sweaty witch fanned a "Prophet Daily", constantly making a sharp whistle and spitting steam. A sly wizard in the corner was beating like a clock. Every time his head rang, his head swayed terribly. He had to grab the ear and hold it steady.
Evan, Harry, and Hermione looked around curiously, feeling that their eyes were not enough.
In addition to normal diseases, there are almost all kinds of reactions in the cursed and black magic.
A group of male and female wizards in green robes rushed through the corridors on the side to ask about the waiting situation. The badge embroidered on their chest is a cross made up of a wand and a bone.
"Look at those people, are they doctors?" Harry whispered.
"That is the Muggle hospital's statement, called a therapist here." Hermione replied, "You need to achieve very good grades in the senior wizard level to become a profession. As far as I know, at least get it." Certificates of Potions, Herbology, Deformation, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Oh, potion class, then I guess it's no play, Snape won't let me pass!" said Harry. "But you definitely have no problem, Hermione!"
"But I don't want to be a therapist, it's a responsible job." Hermione looked up and looked at Evan, not far from the front, and whispered, "I prefer newspapers to therapists. Editor-in-chief of this job"
"Yeah, I forgot!" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Harry smiled. "You will definitely run the newspaper with Ai Wen."
Seeing Harry's expression, Hermione blushes and is embarrassed to nod, which is definitely affirmation.
When Harry and Hermione were chatting, Ai Wen was following Lu Ping to the team in front of the consultation counter. In front of them was a fat blonde witch. The wall behind her is covered with notices and posters, such as clean cockroaches to prevent the magic drug from becoming poisonous, antidote can not be used, and should be approved by qualified therapists.
Next to the counter, there is a large portrait of a witch with a long silver hair curl, noted above: Daisy Devent, St. Mungo Therapist (1722 - 1741), President of Hogwarts School of Magic (1741 - 1768)
As the most famous principal, she has a high reputation in history and has her portraits on many important occasions.
Derwent is a very amiable person. When he meets her in the school corridor, she always greets the students and helps the new students to guide them.
She is now carefully looking at the people in front of the counter, as if they are counting people.
When she saw Evan's gaze, she blinked a little. "Hello, Evan Mason, I am very happy to see you outside the school!"
Deventer greeted him and disappeared from the side.
In front of the team, a young wizard is dancing a strange fast-paced dance, while screaming and trying to explain his predicament to the witch behind the table.
"That is, my brother gave me shoes, hey, it is biting my foot, look at it here, there must be a curse on it, I, I can't take it off!" He took two feet in turn. It seems to dance on hot charcoal.
"Shoes didn't hinder you from reading?" The blonde witch said impatiently, pointing to the big sign on the side, "Go to the fifth floor of the curse, the next one!"
The wizard leaped aside and Ai Wen hurried forward a few steps.
His attention was transferred to the sign that the witch had just pointed to, reading the above text: the accident department, the first floor (坩埚 explosion, wand fire, broom collision, etc.); biological injury department, second floor (bite, burn, Invasive thorns, etc.; singular pathogens, third floor (long acne, disappearance, lymphatic fungal infections, etc.); pharmacy and plant poisoning, fourth floor (rash, nausea, laughter, etc.); Branch, fifth floor (the curse that can't be lost, the wrong spell, etc.); tea room and shop, sixth floor.
If you don't know which department to go to, you can't talk properly, or don't remember why, our receptionist is willing to help.
"Ron is in the spirit of the demon, we should go to the fifth floor!"
When Aiwen read the sign, Lupin went to the table and he asked softly. "Hello, let's visit Ron Weasley. Please ask him in the ward."
"Ron Weasley?!" The witch looked down with a long list of fingers. "Oh, I found it. I sent it from Hogwarts a week before Christmas. You have to go to the fifth floor and listen to the right hand." The second ward!"
"Thank you!"
Everyone followed Lu Ping through the double doors and walked through a narrow corridor.
On both sides are portraits of famous therapists, crystal candles with candles floating on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles.
Every door has a wizard wearing a green robe in and out, and a yellow smell is floating in the door, and the faint wailing sound is heard from time to time.
They climbed the stairs and climbed four floors like the ones into the magical injury department.
Before he even looked for it, he heard the Weasleys’ voice, and Mrs. Weasley was tempering and accused Fred and George of just making a poor joke.
"Ron is recovering, you two can't be honest."
Mrs. Weasley suddenly stopped, and she was surprised to see the five of Avon who walked into the ward.
In the next second, Mrs. Weasley hurried over and held Evan, Harry, and Hermione in her arms, blushing and thanking them three for helping Ron at school.
Evan looked up embarrassedly, and he saw Fred and George squinting in front of him with a cheerful smile on his face.
Behind them, Percy held a book in his hand, followed by a serious follower, and looked serious.
Ginny was sitting in the chair in front of the bed, nodded and said hello, and looked at Harry with a red face.
Sitting beside her, Ron, who was lying in front of the bed, sat up and looked at them three excitedly, looking happy and awkward.
The Weasleys were exactly the same when it was peaceful, and there was no change.
"Although you said it before, I didn't expect you to come back today, after all, just after Christmas!" Mrs. Weasley said gratefully, "Arthur just left, because of the little dwarf Peter, the department has recently become a mess. ""
After cuddling Evan, Harry, and Hermione in turn, she stood up and greeted Sirius and Lupin.
It seems that she and Sirius are obviously aware and very familiar.
After a brief introduction, Harry hurriedly asked Ron about his recovery.
"There is basically no problem, the therapist just came over and checked, saying that I can be discharged after a few days of observation!" Ron patted his chest and signaled that he was healthy.
Then he noticed that since he entered the ward, he flew in and out of the cage. He kept calling a little owl, and he looked at Sirius in confusion.
"This is a gift for you, after all, I am hurt, you lost that mouse." Sirius explained.
"This owl gave me, I can't believe it. This is the best gift I have ever received!" Ron took the cage and looked at the owl inside with joy, then looked up and said embarrassedly, " You didn't have to do this. I was really faint at the time, and I doubted you to help the streaks."
"It's not yours, Ron!" Harry said in a hurry. "You broke away from the control of the Soul Curse at the last moment."
Sirius and Lupin also rushed to persuade and said they had forgiven those that Ron did.
"Who can think that the little dwarf Peter is an Animagus, he is hiding too well!" Fred said.
"Yeah, until now, I can't believe that the streak is a little dwarf Peter!" said George. "Unbelievable, he actually lived in our house for more than ten years."
Hearing his words, Mrs. Weasley and Percy had a lingering expression on their faces. I thought about it enough.
If the little dwarf Peter has other attempts, the consequences are unimaginable. (To be continued.)