Chapter 911

"Attack him?" Fanlin looked like a meal, and then returned to normal.

"Yes..." Harry said, trembling, looking a little gray.

He could only see part of Sirius' face, and the rest of his face was in the dark.

"It's that dream that still affects you," Sirius said. "You're still thinking about dreams or other -"

"no," said Harry, shaking his head. "It's like something's sticking up in me. I'm like a snake in my body."

"You need sleep," Sirius said firmly.

"You should have breakfast and go upstairs to bed. After lunch, go to see Arthur with everyone. You're stimulated, Harry. You blame yourself for not being able to witness it, but you're lucky to be here, or Arthur might die, but don't worry Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and left the tea room, while van Lin looked at him silently, with blue eyes staring at Harry in the dark, as if to see through Harry.

"I am What's the matter? " Asked Harry, trembling slightly.

"You're not," Van Lin shook his head. "There may be a solution, but not now. We have to go to sleep, don't we?"

In fact, everyone was sleeping in the morning, except Harry. Fanlin had already returned to Hogwarts early in the morning. He was going to pick up Hermione and return to London after seeing Mr. Weasley.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry comes to the bedroom he and Ron share in the last few weeks of the year. Ron climbs into bed and falls asleep within minutes. Harry is dressed and sits on the bed with his back against the cold metal pillars, obviously uncomfortable.

He decided not to doze off, fearing that he would become a snake again when he fell asleep and wake up attacking Ron or attacking others walking around the house one by one.

When Ron woke up, Harry pretended to be sleeping soundly, too. When they had lunch, their big boxes arrived from Hogwarts, so they were able to pack for the magic resource trip to St. mungo.

They changed their robes and put on jeans and T-shirts. Everyone except Harry was so happy and talkative.

They are happy to welcome Tonks and mad eye moody here, and they will escort them through London, laughing at the fact that mad eye is hiding his magic eye in one corner of his bowler hat.

Tonks's head is short and pink again, and won't attract attention on the subway.

Tonks was very interested in Harry seeing Mr. Weasley attacked, which Harry did not want to talk about.

"You don't have a prophet in your family, do you?" As they sat side by side in a rattling train heading downtown, she asked curiously.

"No," said Harry, thinking of Professor trawley and feeling humiliated.

"No," Tonks mused, "no, I don't think it's a prophecy, is it? I mean, you don't see the future, you're seeing the present. It's weird, isn't it? But it's very useful. "

Harry didn't answer. Fortunately, they got off at the next stop, central London Station, and left the train in a hurry. He separated himself and Tonks with Fred and George.

Tonks led the way, and they followed her up the escalator. Moody stayed at the end of the line. His hat was so low that a knuckled hand was inserted between the buttons of his coat and grabbed his wand.

Harry felt the hidden eye staring at him.

He tried to avoid more questions about his dreams, asking where the mad eye St. Mungo magic hospital was.

"It's not far from here," murmured moody, breathing the winter air as they walked down a wide commercial street full of Christmas shoppers.

He told Harry to go ahead of him and walk behind himself. Harry knew that the eyes were looking in all directions under the slanting hat. "It's not easy to find a good place for the hospital. The strip between one-way and two-way streets in London is not big enough to be built underground like the Ministry of magic, which is bad for health. Finally, they managed to build a building here, on the grounds that the sick wizard could get along with the crowd naturally

He grabbed Harry to keep them from being scattered by a group of customers rushing to the small electronics store.

"Let's go this way," moody said after a while.

They were standing in front of a huge, old-fashioned red brick shop with a sign reading: purge6zdose limited.

The air was stale, and the windows were littered with broken dolls, whose clothes were still the same as ten years ago. On the dusty door was a huge sign: business closed during renovation.

Harry clearly heard a large woman passing them with a plastic shopping bag and saying to her friend, "that place has never been open."

"Yes," said Tonks, pointing to a particularly ugly doll in the window and nodding to them. His false eyelashes are down, and he's wearing a green nylon suit. "Are you ready?"

They nodded around her.

Moody pushed Harry forward, and Tonks leaned against the glass and looked at the very ugly doll's mouth. The water vapor from it was pouring onto the glass."Open it," Tonks said. "Let's see Arthur Weasley."

Harry thought it absurd for Tonks to expect the doll to hear her whispering through a layer of glass, a rumbling bus behind, and a busy street full of customers. Anyway, the doll would not.

The next second, when he saw the doll nodding slightly and gesturing with his fingers, his mouth closed in surprise.

Tonks took Ginny and Mrs. Weasley on his elbow and disappeared through the glass. Fred, George and Ron walked behind them.

Harry glanced at the crowd, and no one noticed the ugly window display of purgedose Ltd., or the six men who had just disappeared in front of them.

"Come on," moody growled and pushed Harry on the back. They walked forward together, feeling through a layer of cool water to a warm, dry place.

There's no sign of ugly dolls or places where she's been standing. They seem to be in a crowded reception desk, rows of witches and witches sitting on rickety wooden chairs, some looking perfectly normal, reading out of date wizardry, others with terrible looks such as damaged ivory or a hand on the chest.

The room was not quiet compared to the street outside, because most patients were making a very unique noise: a wizard in the middle of the front row, sweating hard with a Daily Prophet, whistling as the steam came out of her mouth; a dirty looking wizard sitting in a corner, ringing his head as he moved As the sound vibrated so violently that he had to hold on to his ears to keep steady. Witches and witches in orange green gowns come and ask questions and record them in notebooks like Umbridge.

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