Vol 2 Chapter 902: Saint Mungo Conference

"Confirm in person?"
　　 "Yes, come in." Mrs. Weasley beckoned, "As for you guys, it's best to stay here honestly."
　　 "...Okay..." Ron replied unconvincedly. At this moment, no one refuted Mrs. Weasley's words, looking at Mrs. Weasley with a little restraint.
"Then you wait for me here..." Fanlin said, Hermione nodded, and then Fanlin moved his gaze to Harry again, Harry's body stepped back and even hit Ron. Did not react.
　　 "I should have heard something..."
　　 Fanlin looked at Harry. It seemed that Harry himself could not accept the relationship between himself and Voldemort. It felt like an untimed bomb, which might explode around everyone at any time.
"Let's go……"
　　 Accompanied by the closing of the door, it seems to separate the two worlds, one side is quiet and terrible, and the other...
　　 "What did Dumbledore say?" Sirius asked first, "Arthur has nothing wrong with him, right."
"I was hit by the magic of a vampire, and then bitten by a bat, but it's okay. They don't seem to want to find me as the same. Maybe I don't meet the vampire's aesthetic standards." Mr. Weasley said happily, " This is a thankful thing, poor Diggory..."
　　 "This wound is still bleeding..." Fanlin said, taking out his wand, and a bottle of blood red potion flew out from the tip of the wand.
　　 "The wounds caused by vampires are problematic. They secrete some neurotoxins, which hinder wound healing, and... Mr. Weasley, you are..."
"You mean this?" Mr. Weasley pointed to his wound. It happened that Fanlin's potion was poured into the air, as if pouring water on the hot wall of the furnace, and the sound of the slightest sound was accompanied by steam. Ascension opened.
　　 "Oh, this... silk..." Mr. Weasley took a sharp breath, his face flushed, and the crown of his teeth clenched as if he didn't want to make a sound.
　　 In fact, he did it too, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
　　 "Oh, thank you...but...but it's really uncomfortable..." Mr. Weasley said, his whole being weaker.
　　 Fanlin shook his head. The layer after layer of bandage was removed. The healing potions that hadn't worked before finally came into play at this moment, and the wound began to heal, at least for a short period of time.
　　 Although this makes Mr. Weasley look terrifying, it undoubtedly speeds up the time for Mr. Weasley to leave the St. Mungo Magic Hospital.
　　 "Oh, this is really great..."
　　 After a slight recovery in physical strength, Mr. Weasley looked very happy, "It looks like we can go back to Sirius before Christmas."
"You should pay attention to rest," Fanlin said. "There are still some problems with this medicine. It is too painful to remove the state. I think you will be weak for a month or so, but there should be no tasks for you to continue. Dealt with."
　　 Mrs. Weasley leaned against the head of the bed with some worry, holding one hand tightly with Mr. Weasley.
　　 "Where did you get this medicine?" Sirius looked at the bottle in Fanlin's hand with interest.
　　 "Professor Snape also watched it not long ago. I made it without any problems." Fanlin said, turning over and putting everything away.
　　 "That hook nose!"
　　 "Yes, I gave him a recipe." Fanlin said, not caring about the strange expression on Sirius's face.
　　 "He is still useful..."
　　 "Well, after Arthur's problem is solved, don't discuss any personal grievances here..." Moody used his staff to tap the ground twice, and everyone was quiet.
　　 "Then, let's talk about the boy's problem."
　　 "Oh, I'm just about to ask..." Sirius said quickly, "What the did Professor Dumbledore think? He has been waiting. This is what he is waiting for?"
　　 "There is no doubt that the boy can be linked with that person's thoughts. There is no doubt that this is a dangerous snake..."
　　 "Dangerous snake?" Sirius seemed a little angry. "This is not Harry."
　　 "Of course not, but it is undeniable that Voldemort can observe us through Harry. It turns out that Dumbledore is right. We can't contact and reveal too much with that boy, in case..."
"Voldemort can't pry into the memory," Fanlin interrupted Moody's speech. "Unless Harry makes unreserved contributions, it is the limit to pull the curry rice consciousness away, or come over by himself. As for the photo God took the magic of mind, and he used Harry's magic power to read Harry ""self?"
　　 "It's not impossible..." Moody said stubbornly, "Soul magic, no one can guarantee what will happen."
　　 "We have to find a way to stop it, not here to discuss how Harry has a problem." Mrs. Weasley said angrily.
"However, we need to be clear about one thing~EbookFREE.me~ Fanlin said in a deep voice, "Being able to serve as a carrier of Harry’s consciousness also means that Voldemort was at the Ministry of Magic that night, so he what do you want? "
　　 "Mystery Affairs Department, prophesying crystal ball!" Moody paused for a while, "He wants to... shoot us."
　　 "Yes, I didn't expect..." Sirius felt a little heavy, "However, we are still sure."
　　 "This is not the time to deceive ourselves, we don't even know where Voldemort is now, we only know that he is in the UK now, then, here..."
　　 "Azkaban!" Moody said suddenly, "We must alert the Ministry of Magic."
　　 "They won't believe it." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "Those dementors, they will only follow Voldemort, where is more suitable for them."
　　 "Okay, let's solve Harry's problem, things will come one by one."
　　 "What is Dumbledore going to do? Harry will be controlled by Voldemort, this kind of subconscious influence..."
"If nothing else, it should be Occlumency." Fanlin said, "However, I doubt that it will work, or Harry's willpower...I have taught him before, but... "
　　 "Then leave it to Severus, he is a master of Occlumency..." Moody said.
　　 "That hook nose?"
　　 "Otherwise you will teach?"
　　 "Oh, well, it's him..." Sirius was a little unwilling.
　　 "Don't worry, Severus is the best choice, and, not surprisingly, this is Dumbledore's arrangement..."