Vol 2 Chapter 901: St Mungo Confluence

"This is Saint Mungo" Harry had some questions, but it looked like a hospital.
　　 "So, are they doctors?" Harry asked Ron quietly.
　　 "Doctor" Ron said, looking surprised. "Are those Muggle lunatics, if so, then they are healers."
　　 "Here" Mrs. Weasley shouted, "Come here in line, otherwise it would be impossible for us to enter."
　　 They followed Weasley into the long line, and a golden-eyed witch sat at the information desk.
On the wall behind her are various notices and posters to prevent reagents from turning into a clean cauldron of poison, prescription antidote, and a large portrait of a witch with the iconic silver volume. Deris Dewant, the healer, In 1722, he served as the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In 1741, he served as the director of St. Mungo’s Witchcraft and Wizardry Hospital.
　　Dailys stared at the Weasley family as if counting the number of people; when Harry saw her, she blinked slightly, leaning away from her portrait and disappeared.
　　 At the same time, a young wizard at the front of the team screamed painfully to the wizard behind the table to explain his predicament while doing weird movements.
　　 "It's not the shoes my brother gave me, oh, they eat my oops feet. They must have tarantaegra dancing curse on them. I can't get rid of it." He hopped around on one foot like dancing on hot coals.
　　 "Those shoes don't prevent you from reading, do they?" The golden-eyed witch said angrily and pointed at the huge sign on the left side of her desk. "If you want a cure, the spelling damage floor guide is on the 4th floor. Next"
　　 The wizard staggered, leaped and left the team. The Weasleys walked a few steps forward and Harry was reading the floor guide artefact accident. The bottom of the cauldron exploded and the wand produced undesirable consequences, brooms crashed, and other animal-induced injuries.
　　 On the first floor, there are magic defects such as stings, burns, bone injuries, and curse prevention.
　　 On the second floor, infectious diseases such as disappearance of dragon pox, medicines and plant poisoning.
　　 On the third floor, a series of explosions returned uncontrollable and so spelled damage.
　　 On the fourth floor, the curse and the sequelae of incorrect use of magic power, etc., are carried, the visitor’s lounge hospital shop.
　　Fifth floor, if you don’t know how to walk the language barrier or don’t remember why you are here, our receptionist is happy to help.
　　 An old wizard with a hearing aid bent over and dragged his steps to the front of the team. "I'm here to meet Broderick Bod." He gasped.
　　 "Ward 49 but I think you are wasting time" said the witch, "He is completely confused. You know that he still thinks he is a teapot. Next one."
　　 An annoyed wizard pulled his little daughter tightly, her huge feathered wings pierced through the clothes and flapped his head.
　　 "Fourth Floor" the witch said in an annoying voice without asking anything. The man disappeared beside the double door beside the desk, pulling his daughter like a balloon with a strange shape. "next"
　　 Mrs. Weasley walked to the desk.
　　 "Hello" she said, "My husband Arthur Weasley is said to have been sent to the special ward this morning, can you tell us?"
　　 "Arthur Weasley" the witch said that her finger was sliding along the list in front of her. "It's the second ward on the right side of the first floor, Delueling Ward."
　　 "Thank you" Mrs. Weasley said.
　　 "You follow me."
　　 They followed her through the double doors and down the narrow corridor displaying portraits of famous healers. On the ceiling were crystal bubbles filled with candles that looked like giant snot bubbles.
　　Uh, this doesn't seem like a good description, but Harry still thinks it's very vivid.
　　 More witches and wizards in orange-green robes moved in and out through the door they passed. When they passed a door, a foul-smelling yellow gas floated into the corridor and heard the sound of howling and crying from a distance.
　　 They walked up a flight of stairs and entered the curse to cause damage. The door of the second room on the right side of the corridor had the curse written on the door. On the brass bracket below there is a card handwritten by Dorothy Jackson, the healer in charge. Augustus Pye, the healer trainee.
　　 "We are waiting for Molly outside," Tonks said. "Arthur didn't want to be disturbed by too many people. The family went in first."
　　 Crazy Eye growled in favor of this view, with his back against the corridor wall. His magic eyes turned in all directions.
　　 Harry also wanted to step back, but Mrs. Weasley reached out a hand and pushed him through the door and said, "Don't be silly Harry, Arthur wants to thank you."
　　The ward is small and dim, and the only window is placed on the high side of the wall opposite the door, which is very narrow. The light mainly comes from a string of bright crystal bubbles in the middle of the dome. On the wall of the oak slabs hung a portrait of an evil wizard, Urquhart 16121697, who canceled the bloodthirsty curse.
　　 There are only three patients. Mr. Weasley's hospital bed is by the small window at the end of the room. Harry was happy and relieved to see him leaning on a few pillows, reading the Daily Prophet by the rays of sunlight falling on his bed. He looked up and saw them approaching him.
　　 "Hello," he greeted and threw the newspaper aside. "Bill just left, Molly had to go back to work, and he said he would visit you in a while."
　　 "How are you Arthur" Mrs. Weasley asked, bending over to kiss his cheek and looking at his face worriedly. "You still look haggard."
　　 "I feel good" Mr. Weasley said briskly and embraced Ginny warmly with his uninjured arm. "I can go home if they remove the bandage."
　　 "Why can't they remove it, Dad" Fred asked. "The wound bleeds frantically whenever they want to take it off" Mr. Weasley said happily, taking the wand on his bedside table and turning into six chairs by the bed for all of them to sit down.
"The wounds of people hit by the blood spur spell are not so easy to heal. They believe they will find a healing potion. Some people are in worse condition than mine. At the same time, I have to use blood tonic every hour. But over there "That person" he said, lowering his voice and moving towards the opposite bed to signal that the patient looked green and very sick and was looking at the ceiling. "The unfortunate guy who was bitten by a werewolf has no hope of cure."
　　 "A werewolf," Mrs. Weasley said in a low voice, looking panicked. "Is he safe in the public ward? Shouldn't he be in a single room"
　　 "Actually, Saint Mungo has been a bit nervous recently. Many of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic and vampires have been fighting, and the wards are full, and there are still two weeks before the full moon," Mr. Weasley reminded her calmly. "They talked to him this morning, the healer, you know trying to persuade him to live an almost normal life. I told him not to mention the name of course but I said, I know a werewolf and, well, he handles this situation well. well."
　　 "What did he say" George asked.
　　 "He said if I don't shut up he will bite me" Mr. Weasley said sadly.
"The one there is a woman," he pointed to another bed next to the door. "She didn't tell the healer what bit her. We all thought it must be her improper use of the spell. Whatever it is, it A large piece of meat was torn away from her leg and it smelled very unpleasant."
　　 "Then you will tell us what happened to you, Dad" Fred asked, pulling his chair closer to the bed.
　　 "Okay, you already know, don't you" Mr. Weasley said and gestured to Harry with a smile. "Very simple. I had a very long day of dozing off, absconding, and getting bitten."
　　 "The Daily Prophet reported that you were attacked." Fred pointed to the newspaper Mr. Weasley had thrown aside.
　　 "Of course not" Mr. Weasley said with a faint wry smile, "The ministry does not want everyone to know that a dirty, insidious person is back"
　　 "Arthur" Mrs. Weasley warned.
　　 "Uh, I know" Mr. Weasley said hastily.
　　 Harry was pretty sure that this was not what he wanted to say.
　　 "Dad, where were you when this incident was born" George asked.
　　 "This is my business" Mr. Weasley said with a smile. He grabbed the Daily Prophet and shook it open and read, "I knew from the paper that you were there and arrested Occam. You know that Willie appeared in the back of the bathroom in the summer with one of his spells, which had bad consequences and caused the bathroom to explode. He lay unconsciously on the ground and his whole body was covered with debris."
　　 "You said you were "at work"" Fred gently interrupted him "What are you doing"
　　 "Listen to your father," Mrs. Weasley whispered, "We are not here to discuss this and continue to talk about Occam, Arthur."
　　 "Well don't ask me what's going on. He actually doesn't care about the bathroom anymore" Mr. Weasley said harshly. "I can only assume that Gold changed hands"
　　 "You are defending it, aren't you" George said quietly. "Does that man do the weapons?"
　　 "George be quiet" Mrs. Weasley interrupted him.
"No matter what," Mr. Weasley said raising his voice. "This time Willie was arrested for selling the bite doorknob to Muggles. I think he is self-destructing his future. According to this article, two Muggles are missing. Fingers are now undergoing emergency bone replantation and memory modification in St. Mungo. Think about it, the Muggles in St. Mungo I want to know which ward they are in." He looked desperately eager to see an indicator.
　　 "Didn't you say that there is another person here, Harry" Fred asked, paying attention to his father's reaction. "It's big, didn't you see him coming back at night"
　　 "Enough," said Mrs. Weasley. "Crazy Eye and Tonks are outside Arthur and they want to see you. You are waiting outside." She took her baby and Harry. "Say it next time, goodbye. Hurry up."
　　 They returned to the corridor. Mad Eye and Tonks walked into the ward and closed the door behind them. Fred raised his eyebrows.
　　 "Okay" he said calmly and rummaged in his pocket, "I still don't tell us anything like that."
　　 "Looking for these" George said he took out something that looked like flesh-colored threads. "You know what I'm thinking" Fred grinned, showing his teeth. "Let's see if there is a spell on Saint Mungo's ward"
　　 He and George untied the thread and separated the five eavesdropping ears from each other. Fred and George gave one to everyone around. Harry hesitated.
　　 "Come on, Harry put it on and you saved Dad's life. If anyone has the right to eavesdrop on him, it is you."
　　 Harry couldn't help showing his teeth with a smile. He grabbed the end of the string and inserted it into his ears. The twins were already wearing them.
　　 "Okay, go," Fred said in a low voice.
　　 The flesh-colored thread twists and winds under the door like a slender bug. Harry heard nothing at first. When he suddenly heard Tonks' whispering voice as clear as if she was standing next to him, Harry couldn't help but startled.
"They searched the whole area but they couldn't find the attacker anywhere. It seems that after attacking you, Arthur disappeared. But that person is sure that he came here, why he didn't kill you sorry, but I think we have nothing to do. Considered." Moody's tone was quick and angry.
"I think he took this as a warning" Moody growled. "Will he have such luck in the future? I think he tried to understand the situation more clearly. If Arthur didn't get there, that person would have more time to look around. Look. So Potter said he saw it"
　　 "Yes" Mrs. Weasley said. She sounded quite disturbed. "You know Dumbledore seems to have been waiting for Harry to see something like this."
　　 "Yes," Moody said, "There are some interesting things about Harry, we all know."
　　 "Dumbledore seemed to be worried about Harry when I was talking to him this morning," Mrs. Weasley said in a low voice.
　　 "Of course he was worried," Moody growled, "This boy saw this in that man's magic eyes. It was obvious that Harry didn't realize what that meant but that man was controlling him."
　　 Harry took out his eavesdropping ears, and his heart beat violently and blood poured into his face. He looked at the others and they all stared at him, the line was still hanging in everyone's ears, and his expression looked terrified.
Is this why Dumbledore is no longer willing to stare at Harry? He thinks he will see Voldemort’s gaze in Harry’s eyes. Maybe, he worried that the bright green eyes would suddenly turn scarlet, and then look like a cat. The same squinted to the student Harry, remembering how Voldemort once forced its snake face out of the back of Professor Quirrell's head, and then twisted Professor Quirrell's hand behind his back.
　　 Harry wondered ~EbookFREE.me~ how it would feel if Voldemort emerged from his skull.
　　 He felt that he was contaminated, very dirty, as if he was carrying deadly bacteria, and he was not worthy of being with these innocent people who were not defiled by Voldemort both physically and mentally.
　　 This felt like a plague, from the plague in his body.
　　 Suddenly Harry seemed to understand something, Sirius and Fanlin, both of them
　　 "This is not a good habit." Suddenly, all the flesh-colored threads hanging from their ears flew away from their bodies, and before everyone recovered, a few familiar faces appeared in front of everyone.
"How is Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked anxiously. "What the happened? I heard Fanlin say, Harry, you saw someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and then you got here. You guys this morning No one is there. If Fanlin asked Dobby to tell me to wait, I would"
　　 "Wait a minute, Hermione," Fanlin said, holding Hermione, "give them a respite."
　　 "Ron" Fanlin looked at Harry, then at Ron, "Your father"
　　 "He is okay"
　　 "Dad has woke up, and now Moody and Tonks are talking to them inside"
"they said"
　　 "Okay Ron" Ginny said, "Maybe they guessed wrong, it's just a coincidence. Or"
　　 "You know. I didn't mean that, I just"
　　 The door banged open, revealing Mrs. Weasley inside.
　　 "Oh, you two are here, we are waiting for you, there is something to confirm in person"