Vol 2 Chapter 537: ?? Little Sweet Bear?? (modified, sincere thanks to the lord Huangtian...

In the Hogwarts Umbridge office, Emily Harris stands in front of a few vases filled with dried flowers, tilting her head and looking at the decorative plates hanging on the opposite wall, each with a color The bright big cats wear a different bow around their necks.
"Our professor's aesthetic is very...um...unique." Pansy came to Emily's side with her arm in her arms, followed Emily's gaze, and rarely expressed her opinion in a tactful tone.
"That black cat is still very cute." Emily pointed to a plate hanging on the very side. The black cat pricked up its ears, as if staring at everyone looking at it with glowing green eyes. people.
Pansy took a look and put aside his face. Compared with this cat, at least the cats with bows in front were cute.
Emily sat quietly on the chair under the cat, observing the wizards who had entered the room-all of them were pure blood, many of them were members of the training class, and they were wealthy.
"Good evening." Umbridge's voice was sweet and greasy. "Everyone find a place to sit down first."
She walked up to Emily's side, and lovingly touched Emily's hair sitting on the chair. In the dark heart occupied by cruelty and power, she rarely gave birth to this sweet-looking little girl. Thought, "What would you give me if I gave you a basket of hugs?"
"A basket of kisses." Emily gave Umbridge a sweet perfect smile, and her crescent-shaped eyes made her eyelashes look particularly long.
"Oh, my dear little sweet bear." Umbridge looked like she was about to rush to give Emily, who was still a little fat, a big hug, but fortunately she restrained herself and winked at Emily. Going behind her desk, a thick, strong iron bolt was nailed to the wall behind the desk, and Harry's firebolt was tied to the bolt with an iron chain and locked.
Pansy, who was next to Emily, noticed that Emily's black calfskin boots hidden under the magic robe were constantly hitting the ground, looking a little impatient.
"Welcome to you, the best little wizards of Hogwarts," Umbridge raised his head, raised his hands up, as if he was about to embrace them, and poured a cup for each little wizard himself. Like her too sweet black tea, "After the Christmas holidays, we will set up an investigation team, and you are the students I personally selected. You all support the Ministry of Magic. If you want, please accept my invitation. Becoming a member of the investigation action team, I look forward to your joining."
Umbridge was satisfied to see that everyone’s eyes were focused on her. She enjoyed the feeling of being paid attention and valued very much. Although these people in front of her were just little wizards who had not graduated, they were behind them. The power and wealth it represents cannot be ignored by anyone, and their future is bound to be infinitely bright.
"If you join the investigative action team, you will have the same power as the professors, and you can arbitrarily requisition the Quidditch stadium and functional classrooms; in order to correct the school discipline, you can also deduct the scores of other students." Mrich’s voice fell, even Crabbe and Gore’s little heads, who were eating refreshments prepared by Umbridge, realized the benefits of participating—the members would each have the power of the prefect.
After coming out of the Umbridge company, Pansy deliberately spoke to Gal Crab next to him, but actually wanted to pass Emily’s mouth to the Harris to show his loyalty: "Umbridge deliberately bypassed Miss Granger, the manager of the intensive training class left by Allen, seems to care about Miss Granger’s attitude in the last Professor Lupin incident, but she was really naive, thinking that she would give the flesh and bones with this power. , Our training class members will be at odds."
Emily obviously didn’t take Pansy’s words to heart because of her age. She turned her head and said to Gore and Crabbe behind her:
She made too much tea and sugar. By the way, you don’t know the tea itself. Was it discovered by accident?"
Gore was asked a little embarrassed: "I don't know, I don't know too many things."
"In ancient times, when someone boiled water in his garden, a leaf of the tea tree fell into the pot." Emily, a petite body, raised her head to look at the big Gore, and explained to him in a friendly tone.
Crabbe looked a little surprised: "Is the tea from a tree?"
Emily raised a small eyebrow in confusion: "Where did you think it came from?"
Crabbe also looked down at Emily in doubt: "The grocery store?"
Christmas is approaching, and there is a festive atmosphere in the waiting room of St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries: The bright crystal bubbles turn red and gold, flashing like giant Christmas balls. Holly hung at each door, and a Christmas tree covered with white snow and ice with magic gleamed in the corner of each house, and a gleaming gold star was on the top of the tree.
Arthur Weasley leaned on the bed, with leftover turkey meal on his lap, with a sheepish docile expression on his face. When Mrs. Molly Weasley put the tray away, she glanced at him, and suddenly made a terrible sound between scream and growl.
"Arthur!" She tore open Mr. Arthur Weasley's hospital gown, revealing the stitched wound like a centipede, and her voice was as sharp as a rat trap. What is this, where is your bandage?"
??? "Huh?" Mr. Weasley seemed to be very scared, and pulled the sheet above his chest. "Oh-don't be angry, Molly, Augustus Pye told me this treatment is called sutures, Mo Li, it's a combination of Muggle and wizard medical methods"
"Muggle?" Mrs. Weasley said louder than a word. "Are you using Muggle therapy?"
??? "It's not a fool, Molly, dear," Mr. Weasley said pleadingly, "It's just—just—Pye and I want to try this new treatment from Saint Mungo."
Mrs. Weasley sneered and said, "But, Arthur, you are not so stupid to use Muggle—"
"Madam, I’m sorry to interrupt you. Our suture therapy was recently developed by the Umbrella Company. It was experimentally developed based on the combination of Muggle and wizard’s medical methods. After all, the sutures will disappear naturally, and at least they are much better than traditional treatments in healing this snake venom wound." A handsome young man with brown curly hair who was still immature said to Mrs. Weasley.
This made Molly unable to make irresponsible remarks about Arthur's wound.
"Mom, is Percy still reluctant to come at this time?" Ron saw the embarrassment and wanted to change the subject, but this stupid question made Mrs. Weasley's tears, who was still watching her husband stitch up the wound, burst into tears. It flowed down, she turned her head, wiped her tears, choked up, "He said he won't be back for the holidays."
"Sorry, Madam, please let me. After I check the wound, you can be discharged." Augustus Pye thinks it is better to finish his work as soon as possible.
After the examination, the twin brothers helped Arthur Weasley out of the hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley quickly packed their belongings. As they went downstairs, they ran into a witch with a walnut in his left nostril.
"In St. Mungo you can see all kinds of strange injuries." George shrugged. "Woman with long hair, man with gray and sad face talking to himself."
Ginny heard the twins describe that their expedition in the hospital was a bit uncomfortable, and she also saw many strange patients.
"Mom, we also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandmother." After speaking, seeing Mrs. Weasley's disapproving gaze, George quickly changed the subject, "I also saw a patient with scattered flower pox. , The skin on his face looks a bit like Ron, and it doesn't look good."
"Who wouldn't you say? My face is just freckles!" Ron's ears were red.