Vol 2 Chapter 1172:

"So, all in all, Ron’s birthday is not a good one?" Fred was a little serious, although he said that his brother had suffered from the bad hands of the product they developed. To be honest, this is not a difficult thing, but After that, from Slughorn...
It was night now; the school hospital was quiet, the curtains were closed and the lights were on.
Ron is now the only sick person here with Madam Pomfrey. Harry, Fanlin, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting around him; they had been waiting outside the door for a day, looking inside as soon as anyone came in or out.
In fact, Madam Pomfrey didn't let them in until eight o'clock. Fred and George arrived after ten o'clock.
"This is not the gift-giving scene we imagined," George said coldly, and he put a large bag of gifts on Ron's bedside table and sat next to Ginny.
"Yes, he was sober in the scene we conceived," Fred said.
"We have been waiting in Hogsmeade, trying to surprise him—" George said, "not here."
"Are you in Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked, raising her head.
"In fact, Fanlin and I have been considering buying the Joko Joke Shop," Fred said gloomily. "Open a Hogsmeade branch, but if you can't come to buy things on weekends again, we won't be able to eat and go...but leave that alone."
He dragged a chair and sat beside Fanlin, looking at Ron's pale face.
"How did this happen, Harry?"
Harry retelled the story again, and he seemed to have told it to Dumbledore, to McGonagall, to Mrs. Pomfrey, to Hermione and Ginny a hundred times.
"...Then I stuffed the bezoar into his mouth, and he panted slightly. Slughorn wanted to run to find someone for help, and then Fanlin brought McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey over. Yes, they sent Ron here. They thought he was not a big problem. Mrs. Pomfrey said he might stay for a week or so... insist on taking regret medicine..."
"Oh my god, thank you for thinking of bezoar," George whispered.
"It should be said, fortunately there is one in the house," Harry thought about what would happen if he failed to find one in the house, sweating coldly.
Up to now, Hermione seemed to have let go of her prejudices. They were friends, anyway, Hermione looked rather sad. While Fanlin and Harry were waiting at the entrance of the medical room, it took about an hour before Hermione hurried to the entrance of the school hospital, and asked Fanlin palely what had happened.
And Ginny too, she received the news earlier, and Hermione received it through d.a's coins, when Hermione was still in the library.
However, the only one who was not present was Lavender. Ron's words deeply hurt Lavender. Although that was not Ron's original intention, after that, no one thought of telling Lavender...
"Do Mom and Dad know?" Fred asked Ginny in a low voice.
"They've already visited him. They came an hour ago-they are in Dumbledore's office now, but will be back soon..."
They all watched Ron mutter a few words vaguely in his sleep, and everyone was silent.
"So it's poison in the drink?" Fred asked lightly.
"Yes," Harry said right away; he couldn't think of anything else, in fact, Harry was very happy that they discussed the subject again.
"Slahorn poured it out—"
"Does he have a chance to poison Ron's glass while you are not paying attention?"
"It's very likely," Harry said quickly, which made Fanlin a little speechless, and Harry's symptoms of nervousness were really serious now.
Almost except for Professor McGonagall and a few professors, Harry could doubt all of them.
In this regard, it can be said that Harry has no burden in his heart.
After all, during special times, moreover, Hogwarts have always had attacks recently.
"But, Harry...why did Slughorn poison Ron?" Fanlin shook his head. Where in Slughorn, Ron is not even as good as a good bottle of wine, and he will feel distressed if the wine is broken. , And using wine to murder Ron... It's not a good deal anyway.
"I don't know," Fred frowned. "Do you think he confuses the cup? He intended to give you that cup?"
"So, here comes the question, why did Slughorn poison Harry?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know," Fred said, "but there must be a lot of people who want to poison Harry, right? Because he is the real son and all those things."
"So you think Slughorn is a Death Eater?" Fanlin said incredulously.
"Anything is possible," Fred said grimly.
"Hey, brother, you have to stay sensible." Fanlin shook his head. "We can't say that until the results come out, and Slughorn was invited by me, Harry and Dumbledore... …"
"He may be under the Imperius Curse," George said.
"Perhaps he is innocent," Ginny said. "Poison may be in the bottle, so maybe it is to poison Slughorn himself."
"But, who wants to kill Slughorn?" Hermione said puzzledly, "A potions professor?"
"Dumbledore thought Voldemort wanted to win Slughorn," Harry said. "Slahorn had been in hiding for a year before coming to Hogwarts. And..." he remembered the memory he hadn't gotten from Slughorn. "Maybe Voldemort wanted to clean him, maybe I think he is valuable to Dumbledore."
Fanlin felt that there was something wrong with the current wind direction.
"But, Harry, what you said, Slughorn is going to give that bottle of wine to Dumbledore as a Christmas present," Fanlin reminded him. "It's hard that we should not study this issue now. Wine for Dumbledore."
"The target of the poisoner is also likely to be Dumbledore." Fred seemed to have heard some incredible news, "So, Slughorn used this bottle of wine to poison to death..."
"Oh, no, no, not Slughorn..."
"Then he doesn't know Slughorn enough," Hermione said suddenly. "This is absolutely a stupid practice. Anyone who knows Slughorn can think that he might leave such delicious things for himself. Drink it."
"Uh... pull..." Ron suddenly cried out hoarsely among them.
For a time, everyone's eyes were hit...
"So, no one of us notified Lavender?" Fanlin looked around and finally discovered what was missing here.
As Ron's girlfriend, Lavender is obviously the most suitable position to be close to Ron now, but now no one has notified Lavender.
"Ron's girlfriend?" George was a little confused, but he still remembered after all.
"Oh, I don't think it's very reliable. Before Ron..." Harry thought of Lavender's bitter eyes.
See what Ron has said, Harry is going to introduce him to Romedal?
For a moment, they all fell silent, just looking at Ron.
But Ron snored again after talking nonsense.
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and they were all startled: Hagrid walked towards them in stride, his hair was stained with rain, his coat slapped behind him, he was holding a crossbow in his hand, and was on the floor. It left a string of footprints the size of a dolphin.
"Oh, I spent a day in the forbidden forest!" he gasped. "Aragok's situation is even worse. I talked to it for a day-just after dinner, I heard about Ron from Professor Sprout! How is he?"
"Not bad," Fanlin said. "They said he was okay. In fact, the poison has been resolved, but Ron hasn't woken up yet and his body is a little weak.
"Oh, that's fine, but how could such a thing happen?"
"This fool ate chocolate with a love potion. In order to save him, Harry accidentally drank a glass of poisonous wine during the celebration after the resolution." Fanlin said briefly.
It seemed that Harry was very tired of this rhetoric.
"Oh, it's terrible."
"Dumbledore is investigating the situation." Fanlin shrugged, but Madam Pomfrey who came in suddenly surprised everyone.
"Don't come in more than seven people at the same time when visiting!" Madam Pomfrey hurried out of the office.
"But... there are only seven people in Shanghai," George pointed out.
"Oh... yes..." Madam Pomfrey seemed to see the big Hagrid as several people. In order to cover up her mistake, she quickly used her magic wand to clean up the mud footprints.
"I can't believe it," Hagrid said hoarsely as he stared at Ron and shook his unkempt head. "I can't believe it...Look at him lying there...Who wants to hurt him, eh?"
"We were just discussing this," Harry said. "we do not know."
"No one has a grudge against Gryffindor's Quidditch team, right?" Hagrid said worriedly. "First Katie, now Ron..."
"I don't see anyone who wants to kill a Quidditch team," George said.
"Maybe Wood will kill the Slytherin team if he can escape punishment," Fred said realistically.
"Well, I don't think it was Quidditch, but there must be some connection between the two attacks," Hermione said softly.
"Why do you think that?" Fred asked.
"Well, first of all, they should have been killed, but they all survived, even though it was pure luck. Secondly, neither the poison nor the necklace seemed to be delivered to the person who should have been murdered. Of course. "," she added thoughtfully, "that makes this person's situation more dangerous to some extent, because they don't seem to care how many innocent people they will sacrifice before they finally kill him."
Before they could respond to this ominous assertion, the door was opened again, and the Weasleys hurried into the ward. After visiting this ward the last time they were convinced that Ron would fully recover: now Mrs. Weasley was holding Harry tightly.
"Dumbledore told us how you saved him with bezoar," she choked. "Oh, Harry, what should we say? You saved Ginny... You saved Arthur... Now you saved Ron..."
"Don't...I didn't..." Harry murmured awkwardly. "You have a life-saving favor to half of our family members, I remember," Mr. Weasley said narrowly. I can only say that Ron decided to sit in yours on the Hogwarts Express. That day in the carriage was a lucky day for the Weasleys, Harry. "
This made Harry wonder how to answer, so when Madam Pomfrey reminded them that only seven people can visit Ron at a time, Harry happily stood up with Fanlin and Hermione; Hagrid also Decided to go with them so that Ron could be left to his family.
"It's terrible," Hagrid said coarsely from his beard as the four of them walked down the corridor to the marble stairs. "All safety measures are in place, but there are still children being injured... Dumbledore is worried... He didn't say anything, but I can see..."
"Does he have any ideas, Hagrid?" Harry asked puzzledly. "He never studied why this happened?"
"I guess he has a lot of thoughts, a brain like his," Hagrid said firmly. "But he doesn't know who gave the necklace, or who poisoned the wine, otherwise they would have been arrested long ago, didn't they? It worries me," Hagrid lowered his voice and went around. I looked around (Harry also checked for the presence of Pippi on the ceiling), "It's how long Hogwarts can be open if the children are constantly being attacked. The secret room is all over again, isn't it? ? There will be panic, and more parents will pick up their children. You know, government departments will..."
Hagrid stopped, and a long-haired female ghost floated past quietly, and then he continued in a hoarse voice, "...the government will discuss it here."
"Surely not?" Hermione looked worried. "This is an accident, maybe..."
"They have to stand on their own ground," Hagrid said gravely. "I mean, sending the kids to Hogwarts is a bit risky, isn't it? It's inevitable that hundreds of underage wizards will be locked together and there will be accidents, right? But deliberate murder is different. No wonder Dumbledore would be dissatisfied with Snee—"
Suddenly, Hagrid stopped, and a familiar expression of guilty conscience appeared on his tangled black beard.
"What?" Harry said quickly. "Dumbledore dissatisfied with Snape?" Harry asked loudly.
"Shhh!" Hagrid said, looking nervous and angry. "Don't shout that kind of thing, Harry, do you want me to lose my job? By the way, I don't think you care too much, do you, anyway, you have already given up protecting the magic—"
"Don't want to make me feel guilty, it's useless!" Harry said fiercely. "What did Snape do?"
"I don’t know ~EbookFREE.me~ Harry, I shouldn’t have heard those words! I—well, I heard them talking when I walked out of the forbidden forest the other day—well, Argument. I didn't care too much, so I tried to avoid listening, but-well, they discussed too intensely, it's hard to listen."
"What then?" Harry urged him, and Hagrid was rubbing his huge feet back and forth uncomfortably.
"Then—I only heard Snape say that Dumbledore took it for granted, and maybe he—Snape—don't want to do it anymore—"
"doing what?"
"I don't know, Harry, it sounds like Snape feels a bit over-tired, that's it-and Dumbledore bluntly reminded him that he had agreed to do this. That's all about it. Ask him Quite strict. Then he said something about Slytherin College that Snape would investigate his academy. Well, nothing surprising!"
　　
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