They sat back on the chairs, and still refused to go to the room to sleep.
Fred picked up the parchment again and looked at it, "It's still alive. This doesn't sound reassuring."
George comforted, "As long as the wizard is alive, he can be cured within a few days."
In the long night, everyone sat around the table in silence, watching the candle wick burn lower and lower in the liquid wax.
Fred and Joe took a second bottle of beer and started drinking. They asked the time from time to time, and time seemed to be getting slower and slower as they asked and waited.
Finally, every minute of the suffering made everyone tired.
They are not asking the time, but blinking and dozing off.
George used magic to make the fire in the fireplace more vigorous, and a few sultry heat made everyone drowsy.
Fred came to a nap, his head hanging on his shoulders. Ginny curled up on the chair like a kitten, but her eyes were still open, and Harry was looking at the fire, not knowing what she was thinking. Ron sat there with his head propped, unable to see whether he was awake or asleep.
George closed his eyes to rest and recharged.
The time passed by, as if a long, long time later, when George looked at the time for the last time, it was already five o'clock in the morning.
The kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley walked in.
She was very pale, and when everyone turned their heads to look at her, and Fred, Ron, and Harry stood up, she gave a weak smile.
"He is out of danger."
Mrs. Weasley’s voice was weak and tired. "He is sleeping. We can visit him together later. Bill is with him. He has taken leave in the morning."
I heard my mother's affirmative answer. Fred sat back on the chair, covering his face with his hands.
Joe and Ginny stood up and walked quickly to hug their mother. Ron laughed weakly and drank the remaining butterbeer.
"breakfast!"
Lupin jumped up and said happily, "Everyone is hungry? I'm here to make breakfast for everyone."
Lupin mumbled as he counted the number of people, "I'll take a look, eight people, bacon and eggs, some tea, and toast."
George stood up, "I'll do it, and some meat porridge in the morning, with some vegetable salad and bread."
"How embarrassed then?" Lupin said awkwardly, "You are now guests."
George said indifferently, "Don't worry about so much. After a tired night, I guess everyone's appetite will not be very good. It will be much better if you have some food that will make them more comfortable."
George and Lupin walked to the stove and began to work.
Mrs. Weasley also came over, wanting to help.
"You go and rest for a while, we can handle these things."
George comforted Mrs. Weasley, but did not let go of his work.
"Thank you, George."
Mrs. Weasley said gratefully, "Fortunately, Diagon Alley has been patrolling by dementors. If they were to spend a while at night, I couldn't imagine what would happen."
Mrs. Weasley seemed to have accumulated too much pressure to confide in, "This kind of thing has happened many times in my heart. When I just received the news, I almost fainted. Fortunately, I supported it. After reading the note, it said that Arthur is not in danger of life. I squeezed my strength and rushed to Saint Mungo."
Her tone was very sad, and tears rolled from her eyes, "Half of the family is in the Order of the Phoenix, and everyone in the family is blacklisted for mysterious people. Unless there is a miracle, we will all escape. "
"I always see everyone dying!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed. "Always see and see! Even in dreams."
She said with a trembling voice, "If Arthur and I were killed, what would it be like? Who would take care of Ron and Ginny?"
Fred and Joe froze like Frost's eggplants. They were downcast and did not dare to speak. They must be at the top of Voldemort's blacklist, and there are still scales on Voldemort's body in their shop.
Ron and Ginny looked at their mother sadly, not knowing how to comfort her.
Lupin handed her a handkerchief and asked her to wipe her tears.
"Okay, Molly." He comforted, "It's all over, Arthur is out of danger, and we will all take precautions more carefully."
George said gently, "The school is safe. Don't worry about them. Ron and Ginny are both good children. They can already take care of themselves."
George blinked. "You know, they will cook their own food.
Mrs. Weasley smiled tremblingly.
George continued, "They are safe at school. The most important thing is you. You need to pay more attention to your safety."
His tone was calming, "This time, Arthur encountered an attack outside Diagon Alley. This proves that at least Diagon Alley is still safe. On weekdays, you need to be more cautious when traveling."
Mrs. Weasley nodded, whispering I'm so stupid, those things will definitely not happen. "
After persuading Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and George began to cook breakfast in the kitchen.
Simple meat porridge with some vegetable salad and bread warms everyone's appetite.
After breakfast, everyone was arranged to go to rest.
They must be energetic, and fortunately, in the afternoon, go to Saint Mungo to visit the sick.
At lunch, their luggage arrived from Hogwarts so they could wear Muggle clothes to St. Mungo.
Confirming the safety of Dad, Ron and the others have become elated, talking and laughing.
Today is Saturday, and they have enough time to visit patients.
After lunch, everyone took off their robes and put on jeans and sweatshirts.
It was Tonks and Mad-Eye that led everyone to St Mungo.
When Mad-Eye saw George, his eyes were still a little bit jealous and embarrassing.
The crazy-eyed man wore a bowler hat crookedly on his head to block the magic eye.
Tonks has bright red short hair, just like a handsome little boy.
After leaving the Order of the Phoenix, George and the others sat side by side in the carriage, clambering toward the city center.
George got out of the car in the center of London.
When he squeezed out of the car, Tonks walked lively in the front.
They all followed her up the escalator, Moody walked humbly at the end, the bowler hat was pulled low, and a big rough hand held the magic wand between the buttons of the coat.
As they walked up and down the streets of Muggles, Harry couldn't help asking, "Where is Saint Mungo?"
"Not far from here," Moody mumbled.
They walked to the cold street, which was a wide street, and the shops on both sides were crowded with shopping customers.
(To be continued...)
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