Vol 2 Chapter 850: Little grace

"But the poorest one is Mr. Ron Weasley. This child is considered to have been poisoned twice in a row, with a fall on his body and almost killed him." McGonagall's gaze was taken aside by Madam Pomfrey. Romida Wanni turned to Ron on the hospital bed.
"You must be proud of teaching such a student, Horace." Dumbledore looked at Professor Slughorn, his gaze turned back to Hermione, "Miss Granger, his mind turned very much. Hurry, I want to get a cow dung stone for temporary detoxification."
Slughorn, the godless man, was taken aback when he heard his name, "Huh? Yes, yes, very proud."
"Fortunately, it happened with Professor Slughorn..." Hermione did not participate in the repeated discussion between Harry and Ginny about how Ron was poisoned. She just gritted her teeth and looked a little lingering when she saw that she had also touched a glass of wine. Hand, if this happened to other professors, everything would be too late.
"We all agree that Miss Granger is very astute. The question is, why does this happen?" Professor McGonagall questioned.
"Yeah, why? This wine looks like a gift, Horace." Dumbledore walked to Slughorn and took the beautifully packaged bottle from his hand. "Do you remember Who gave it to you?"
"Actually, I was going to give this away." Slughorn's voice was solemn, with a trace of fear.
"Can I ask who it is for?" Dumbledore looked at Slughorn with a frustrated look and put the wine on the end of his nose and sniffed: "Also, if this wine is not poisoned, the fragrance of licorice and cherry Still tempting."
Snape took the bottle of wine from Dumbledore's hand and sniffed it.
"For you, principal." With Slughorn's answer, everyone's eyes turned to Dumbledore. Slughorn looked at the upper left of his eyes and muttered in horror." I think something is wrong... The fact is undeniable, I am an old man, my memory is very normal, now thinking about it, the direction of the wine bottle label seems to be really wrong. But I really can’t understand, who would want to harm What about me or Dumbledore? Maybe he doesn't know me well."
Their conversation also caused a discussion between Harry and Ginny next to Ron.
"Who would want to kill Professor Slughorn?"
"Dumbledore thought Voldemort wanted to pull Slughorn over," Harry whispered to Ginny. "Slaghorn had been hiding for a long time before coming to Hogwarts. And..." he thought of it. The memory that Dumbledore hadn't obtained from Slughorn, "Perhaps Voldemort wanted to get rid of him, thinking he might be valuable to Dumbledore."
"But Slughorn said he planned to give the bottle of wine to Dumbledore as a gift," Ginny reminded her boyfriend, "so the poisoner may also be targeted at Dumbledore."
Harry glanced at Snape secretly and found that he also seemed annoyed: "In my opinion, it's Pan...huh?"
"Hermione..."
Harry and Ginny glanced at Ron and then looked at each other in surprise. At the same time, they turned to look at Hermione who was teaching over there. They were a little embarrassed. Ron, who was in a coma, said in a mosquito-like voice. With Hermione's name, his current girlfriend is Lavender Brown—fortunately, only Harry and Ginny by his side heard him whisper.
The door of the ward opened sharply again, and Hagrid led the Weasleys in strode in, with rain in his hair, bearskin coat flapping behind him, and a crossbow in his hand, stepping out of the ground as large as a dolphin. Mud footprints.
The Weasleys hurriedly greeted the professors and walked to the hospital bed. Mrs. Weasley grabbed Harry and hugged him tightly.
"Dumbledore told us you saved him with a dung stone." She sobbed, "Oh, Harry, what shall we say? You saved Ginny... Saved Arthur... Now saved Ron again. ..."
"No... I don't..." Harry was so squeezed that he almost blushed and said awkwardly. "Actually, Hermione found the dung stone and threw it to me..."
"Yes, and Hermione!" Molly responded and went to catch Hermione.
"Really, when I think about it now, it seems that you saved half of our lives. At least you were involved..." Mr. Weasley said, his throat tightened, "I can only say, Luo Yeah, I decided to sit in your car on the Hogwarts Express. It was a lucky day, Harry."
Harry didn't know how to answer, but Madam Pomfrey hurried over from the bed next to him and rescued him: "A hospital bed cannot be visited by more than six people at the same time!"
"We are not six," Ginny pointed out.
"Oh... yes..." Madam Pomfrey seemed to treat the huge Hagrid as several people. In order to cover up her mistakes, she hurried to clear his mud footprints with a magic wand.
The door of the ward opened again, and Allen, who walked in from the door of the school infirmary, made Harry and Ginny look at him embarrassed because of Ron's murmur.
Anka, with disheveled feathers, was squatting on Allen's shoulders, vainly combing his uneven feathers with his sharp beak.
Allen first greeted the professors like Dumbledore out of courtesy, and then asked: "I heard that many students went to the school hospital with ecstasy, so I came to see what was going on. They weren’t serious. Right?"
It happened in Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall felt a little dull, but she explained the specific process to Allen again. After all, it was Hermione who had no major problems.
"It's a pity. I originally said that I wanted to take Ron to meet an old friend who had met him before..." Allen shook his head, then turned to Dumbledore and said in a low voice, "Principal Dumbledore, recently mysterious People seem to move more frequently and disregard the means. Do you think we need the cooperation of the Ministry of Magic and send more Aurors to Hogwarts in order to avoid similar incidents?"
Dumbledore stared at Allen as if hesitated for a while, and finally refused: "Thank you for your suggestion, Professor Harris. But I think this is just an accident. Their target is actually me, Hogwarts. It’s the school, not the Ministry of Magic, and it shouldn’t be too wasteful of the Ministry’s manpower. They still have the entire UK to guard..."
Slughorn clasped his hands together, his jaw slightly closed, his eyes fixed on Alan, his lips moved, but his mouth closed again.
"You can tell me if you need it, you know that the umbrella company can also provide this help..." Dumbledore's refusal did not affect Alan, he apologized to the professors and pointed to the professor who was hugged by Molly. Min, "Please forgive me... I'm going to be with you..."
Seeing Alan coming, Molly finally let go of Hermione witty, greeted Alan a few times and thanked her again for returning to the bed.
Allen walked up to Hermione and observed Hermione's expression: "Hermione, your face is so ugly, haven't you been relieved of the ecstasy?"
"I'm okay, Ellen, I have taken the medicine, but I am a little tired." Hermione saw Alan worrying, but she patted Ellen on the arm to comfort him.
"Little grace!" A voice seemed to go back and forth, and a goosebump-sweet voice sounded abruptly in the room. Lavender Brown, who had been intoxicated before, finally recovered her clarity. She ignored her presence. The eyes of other people saw Ron Weasley lying on the hospital bed in an exaggerated look. He jumped over the other Weasley and Harry and rushed over, yelling in a fuss, "My little grace What's wrong? Did he shout to see me?!"
Harry and Arthur looked at each other awkwardly, and Mrs. Molly frowned like her daughter.
Lavender Brown didn't notice the strangeness in their emotions. Her facial features seemed to be wrinkled together, and she called out in horror: "Little Grace, my sweetheart, what's wrong with you?!"
"He is poisoned!" Ginny replied, unable to stand.
Ron on the hospital bed shook his head slightly at this time. Lavender Brown squeezed Ginny away with his hips and held Ron's hand. He cried joyfully: "See? He feels that I am coming!"
After speaking, she called out affectionately to Ron again: "Don't worry about Xiao Enen, I am here, I am here." She put Ron's hand on her face.
The little farce here also attracted the attention of the professors next to him. Professor McGonagall really tightened his lips and hesitated whether he should stop the greasy behavior in front of him.
"Oh, the taste of love, it's always so touching. It's nice to be young. You can smile and express love freely." Dumbledore clasped his hands in front of him and admired.
Professor Snape looked at them, unwell as if swallowing a head of garlic.
"Well, everyone, let's go." Dumbledore called. "Mr. Weasley is taken care of."
After speaking, Dumbledore took the lead and walked out, and the students who had drunk the ecstasy antidote also left one after another, and their level did not need to be kept in the hospital for observation.
Only Lavender Brown was holding Ron’s hand and happily standing by the bed, as if she could do something for Ron. It was her great pride and honor to take care of Ron by herself—she fully expressed her feelings. It was only later that the other Weasley members who had stayed behind, greeted them familiarly.