Chapter 755： Professor Lockhart

George and the others got out of the car, and when no one noticed, they sneaked up to the window of the dummy in the green nylon skirt, and then went through the glass one by one.

There are not as many people in the waiting room as last time.

Perhaps because of the superb magic of the therapists, patients will be discharged soon.

The blonde witch behind the information desk laughed and said, "You are the third person I saw today, Cursed Damage Division, fifth floor!"

On the fifth floor, came to the ward.

They found Mr. Weasley leaning on the bed, with leftover chicken drumsticks on his lap, with a gentle expression on his face.

George said hello to Mr. Weasley.

"Good afternoon, Arthur, you look good."

"Thank you! George."

Mr. Weasley smiled. "After you removed the toxins for me, I feel better."

Mrs. Weasley asked with concern, "How is the wound healing? Is it still painful? Arthur."

"very good."

Mr. Weasley’s tone was a bit overly enthusiastic, "You...oh...haven't you seen the Smeswick therapist?"

"No," his wife became suspicious, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Mr. Weasley said lightly, "Are you all having a good day? Tomorrow you are going back to school."

Mrs. Weasley seemed dissatisfied with his answer. When he turned to shake hands with Harry, she looked at the bandage in his pajamas.

"Arthur!"

Her voice was as sharp as the sound of a rat trap, "You changed the bandage. Why did you change it a day earlier, Arthur, they said it would be changed tomorrow."

"what?"

Mr. Weasley seemed very scared, and pulled the sheets above his chest, "No...nothing...this is...I..."

He seemed discouraged under Mrs. Weasley's sharp eyes.

"Oh... Don't be angry, Molly, Augustus Pye has an idea. You know, he is a trainee therapist, a lovely young man who loves to study this... Muggle Complementary Medicine ...I mean, this is some old Muggle remedy, called sutures, Molly, it works...for Muggle wounds..."

Mrs. Weasley made a terrible sound between a scream and a roar.

Lupin walked to the werewolf bed, he was no one to visit, looking sadly at the group of people next to Mr. Weasley.

Bill murmured to get a cup of tea, and Fred and Ron jumped up to go with him, grinning.

You want to tell me,"

Mrs. Weasley spoke louder than a word, seemingly unaware that everyone else was fleeing in panic, "Are you using Muggle therapy?"

"Not a fool, Molly, dear,"

Mr. Weasley pleaded, "It's just.....It's just that Pye and I want to try.....They really work. I feel like I'm recovering faster."

"What do you mean?"

"Yeah! I don't know if you understand...what's the matter with sutures?"

"It sounds like you want to sew up your skin," Mrs. Weasley sneered. "But, Arthur, you are not so stupid..."

"I want a cup of tea too." Harry jumped up and said. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny almost rushed to the door with him.

When the door closed, they heard Mrs. Weasley screaming: "What did you say? This is how it works?"

"Well, Mrs. Weasley."

George comforted and said, "Sutures are a very useful treatment method. It can make the wound grow together as quickly as possible. Arthur is in very good condition today, so don't worry too much."

"Yes." Mr. Weasley looked at George gratefully, and he said eloquently, "I feel like I'm almost healed."

As if Mrs. Weasley hadn’t heard this, she continued to complain, “Arthur, can’t you follow the therapist’s request? Do you know that this will make people more worried. You can’t rest assured. When you are in Diagon Alley, you can’t be more careful..."

Listening to Mrs. Weasley's words, George immediately understood that Mrs. Weasley's grievances that had accumulated for many days erupted.

He immediately left the ward wisely, leaving Mrs. Weasley to teach her husband.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were standing at the top of the stairs and beckoned to George, "Mom gets angry, but it's not that easy to calm down. We are going to have some tea."

"Well, go to the sixth floor."

George remembered the sign at the information desk saying that the sixth floor was the tea room.

They walked past double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a hideous portrait of a healer hanging on the wall.

As they climbed the stairs, the therapists yelled at them, diagnosed strange diseases, and came up with terrible treatments. Ron was so angry that a medieval wizard yelled that he apparently had severe acne.

"What's that?" he asked angrily, and the therapist chased Ron six frames and pushed the person aside.

"This is skin irritation, young master, it will leave scars, which will make you look less than you are now..."

"Who wouldn't you say?" Ron's ears were red Only he took the liver of a toad and stuck it on his throat, standing naked on a bucket of eels when the sun was shining brightly... .."

I don't have flower pox! "

"But you have blemishes in your face, Master..."

"That's freckles!" Ron was furious. "Go back to your own picture frame and don't pester me!"

He turned to the other people who were straining their faces.

"What floor is this?"

"I think it's the sixth floor."

Hermione looked unsure, these therapists had confused her mind.

"No, this is the fifth floor,"

George said quietly, "There is another layer."

As they continued to walk up the stairs, a voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hi, George, long time no see. There are Harry, Ron, Ginny, and a good student who can remember all my hobbies, Hermione Granger."

When everyone turned their heads, they saw a middle-aged man with golden curly hair, bright blue eyes, a brilliant smile and white teeth.

"It's you,"

Hermione exclaimed suddenly, "Professor Lockhart!"

The former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher opened the door and walked out, wearing a green robe.

"Hello!"

Professor Lockhart smiled brilliantly, showing white and shiny teeth, "I think you want my autograph, don't you?"

"Not much."

Harry whispered to Ginny, who was smiling.

Lockhart heard Harry's mutter, and he enthusiastically replied, "Harry, you have to learn to be admired and valued by people. This is a compulsory course for every powerful wizard."

He blinked, "It is the greatest sin of a wizard to disappoint our admirers."

"You seem to be doing well, Professor Lockhart." George said gently, and said hello.