Chapter 317: Salvation 3

Harry Potter opened his eyes and looked at the street outside the window in a daze.
It was pitch black outside the window, and it was almost late at night.
After eating dinner a few hours ago, Harry pulled a chair and sat down here, looking out the window... After sitting for a while, he fell asleep in a daze, until now he woke up.
He took a look at the mirror next to him, and sorted out his tousled hair and crooked glasses. Then he glanced at the time on his watch, and it was now 10:55.
"He should be here soon!" He said to himself, finally turning his gaze to the parchment in his hand.
This is actually a letter with the following content:
"Dear Harry:
If it is convenient for you, I will visit No. 4 Privender Road at 11 o'clock this Friday night. I have to do something afterwards, and I would be very honored to have your help. I'll tell you the details at that time and see you on Friday.
Your most faithful,
Albus Dumbledore"
This letter was sent by an owl three days ago, and the content on it was already overwhelmingly familiar... He had been thinking about it for three days. And after 7 o'clock tonight, he even sat by the bedroom window, secretly glancing at the two intersections of Privet Road outside the window every few seconds, waiting for the principal to arrive.
More than a week ago, just after finishing the battle at the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic, Harry Potter learned an extremely shocking news from Principal Dumbledore... a person between him and Voldemort. Prophecy, in the prophecy, one of Harry and Voldemort will die at the hands of the other; this is why Professor Dumbledore did not stop the spread of the rumor of "Savior Harry Potter". Because in a sense it is not dazzling.
Since returning to his uncle and aunt's house during the summer vacation, Harry has been "distressed" by this prediction...
Unexpectedly, I received this letter after just staying at No. 4 Privum Road for a few days.
Harry was so happy, which meant he could leave Privet Drive as soon as possible; it also meant that he could get more relevant information from the principal...so he had been waiting here, although Albus Dumbledore The professor did not arrive early.
"He shouldn't be late!" Harry said to himself.
The minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, while the hour hand stayed at eleven; at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out!
...
It was also at eleven o'clock in the evening, Ron Weasley was busy at 93 Diagon Alley-this is a shop that just opened.
Although the night is getting darker, it is still hot here, with people coming and going.
It's a pity that Ron can't enjoy such a lively atmosphere. He now has to work hard to move things in the warehouse.
"Mr. Weasley, is there an automatic quill? I think the cabinet is already empty!" A little girl's voice came from the shop outside the door.
"Of course...something else, I'll ask someone to bring it here right away!" Then came Fred Weasley's voice, or George's voice, and Ron couldn't tell it for a while: "Ron, Hurry up and resist a box of quill pens!"
"Automatic quill pen, God knows how this thing sells so well!" Ron couldn't help muttering: "And it's so heavy, this box weighs at least 50 pounds!"
After trying his best to carry the box of quill pens to the shop and dump it in the cabinet, Ron, exhausted, returned to the warehouse and sat on a wooden box.
There was another cry of a child outside, followed by repeated apologies from a mother:
"Mr. Weasley... I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay, it's okay... Let me go!" Fred shook his head carelessly: "I'll call someone to clean it... George, you go get Ron."
After more than ten seconds, the warehouse door was suddenly opened.
George Weasley broke in: "Ron, get the mop and broom quickly... the door is dirty by a child, you have to clean it!"
"Please!" Ron stood up abruptly and said with a displeased look: "Do you think I am a coolie? I haven't rested all day today?"
"Sorry...but business is so good, and Fred and I have almost no rest..." George tried to explain.
"I'm your brother!"
"Really because you are our own brother!" Fred also got into the warehouse, frowned and said.
George quickly added, "That's why we will hire you!"
"We will give you 50 gallons every month."
"This is almost twice as much as an average clerk."
"If you don't want to continue here."
"So great to leave now..."
Brother Weasley said without mercy.
Ron murmured a few times, then dragged his tired pace and took the mop.
...
Due to the holidays, there are more people in the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries than before.
For Wendell Granger and Monica Granger, this is undoubtedly a terrible place. All sorts of strange and hideous wounded, weird and mysterious healers, and many wizards who seem to be a little bit malicious...
But there is no way. Their only daughter has been in a coma for more than a week in this "hospital"; it is impossible to let her stay here alone, so the couple came here to take a leave of absence and stay with her. .
Fortunately, with the help of portraits, although those portraits that can talk freely and even have thoughts startled the Grangers ~EbookFREE.me~, it is undeniable that they seem to be much friendlier than most wizards.
The Curse Injury Ward on the fifth floor and the tea room on the sixth floor are the only places they dare to set foot in the entire hospital. Other places dare not approach at all, because they are worried that something terrible will happen if they approach it...
Now, they are in the tea room, eating sandwiches and drinking some weird drinks.
"Miss Granger is awake!" A witch with the emblem of "Cross of Magic Wand and Bones" embroidered on her chest came over and reminded the Grangers.
"Oh...Thank God!" Mr. Granger made a cross with his fingers: "Honey, let's hurry..."
The couple ran to the fifth floor in small steps--
On the hospital bed, Hermione Granger had opened her eyes, although she still looked quite weak and her whole body was thin.
"Mom..." She slipped into her mother's arms, tears kept in her eyes: "I'm so scared... I'm so scared..."
"It's okay, dear!" Mrs. Monica Granger said kindly, resisting tears.
Mr. Granger was communicating with the witch just now, and then he came over too.
"They said you have recovered everything, except for some weakness..." He seemed relieved: "Don't be afraid, you will be able to go home soon!"
Then he bowed gratefully to a witch with long silver curly hair above the hospital bed: "Thank you for your help, madam!"
The witch in the portrait just nodded at him slightly, and then disappeared without a trace.
But the character introduction under the portrait is still...
"Daris Derwent: Chief Healer of St Mungo (1722-1741), Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)."