Chapter 912

"Is this St. Mungo?" Harry had some questions, but it looked like a hospital.

"So, are they doctors?" Harry asked Ron quietly.

"Doctor?" Ron said he looked surprised. "Those Muggle maniacs? If so, they are healers

"Here Exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, "come and line up here, or we won't be able to get in."

They followed Weasley into the long line, where a golden eyed witch sat at the information desk.

On the wall behind her were notices and posters: a clean cauldron to prevent reagents from turning into poison, prescription antidotes, and the iconic Silver Scroll of a witch's portrait: Doris dewant, the healer, principal of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry in 1722 and director of St. Mungo's Hospital of witchcraft and wizardry in 1741.

Daisy stares at the Weasleys as if counting the numbers; when Harry sees her, she blinks slightly, leans away, and her portrait disappears.

Meanwhile, at the front of the line, a young wizard makes a strange move, screams in pain, and explains his dilemma to the wizard behind the table.

"Not these - ouch - the shoes my brother gave me - ouch - they eat me - ouch - feet - they must have Tarantallegra on it, I can't Ah Get rid of it. " He hopped about like dancing on hot coal.

"Those shoes don't stop you from reading, do they?" Said the sprightly witch, pointing angrily to the huge sign on the left side of her desk. "If you want to cure, spell damage to the floor guide instructions on the 4th floor. Next

The wizard hobbles and jumps out of the ranks. The Weasleys take a few steps forward. Harry reads the floor guide: artifact accidents. The bottom crucible explodes, the magic wand produces the bad consequence, the broom crashes and so on animal's injury.

First floor, bite sting, burn, bone injury and other magic defects, as well as magic spell prevention.

On the second floor, infectious diseases such as dragon pox disappearing disease and other chemicals and plant poisoning.

Third floor, a string of explosions, uncontrolled backflow, etc. spelling damage.

On the fourth floor, the curse and the sequelae of improper use of magic, etc., in the hospital store with the visitor's lounge.

On the fifth floor, if you don't know how to get to the language barrier or don't remember why you're here, our receptionist is happy to help.

An old wizard with a hearing aid stooped to the front of the line and said, "I'm here to meet Broderick bird!" He gasped.

"Ward 49, but I think you're wasting your time," said the witch. "He's completely confused, you know - he still thinks he's a teapot. Next

A troubled wizard was holding on to his little daughter, whose huge feathered wings pierced his clothes and slapped him on the head.

The fourth floor witch said nothing in a bored voice. The man disappeared by the double door beside the desk, pulling his daughter like a strange shaped balloon. "Next!"

Mrs. Weasley went to her desk.

"Hello," she said, "my husband Arthur Weasley is said to have been taken to the special ward this morning. Can you tell us -"

"Arthur Weasley?" The witch said her fingers slid along the list in front of her. "It's the first floor on the right." didn't you say there's another person there, Harry? " Fred asked, paying attention to his father's reaction. "Big? You saw him come back at night, didn't you? "

"Enough," said Mrs. Weasley. "Crazy eye and Tonks are out there, Arthur. They want to see you. You wait outside! " She took her children and Harry. "You can say goodbye next time. Come on. "

They returned to the corridor. Mad eye and Tonks enter the ward and close the door behind them. Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Well," he said calmly, rummaging in his pocket, "or not telling us anything like that."

"Looking for these?" George said take out a roll that looks like flesh colored thread. "You know what I'm thinking," Fred grinned, showing his teeth. "Let's see if there's a mantra on the ward in San mungo. How about it?"

He and George untied the thread and separated the five listening ears from each other. Fred and George gave one to everyone around. Harry hesitated.

"Come on, Harry. Put it on! You saved dad's life. If anyone has the right to eavesdrop on him, it's you. "

Harry couldn't help laughing to his teeth. He grabbed the end of the string and inserted it into his ear. The twins were already on.

"All right, go!" Said Fred in a low voice.

The flesh colored thread twisted like a slender worm and wound under the door. At first Harry didn't hear anything. When he suddenly heard Tonks whispering as clearly as she was standing next to him, Harry was startled.

"They searched the whole area, but they couldn't find the attacker anywhere. Looks like it disappeared after it attacked you, Arthur. But is that man sure he's here? Why didn't he kill you? I'm sorry, but I don't think we have much to think about. " Moody's tone was quick and angry."I think he took this as a warning," growled moody's. "will he have such luck in the future? No, I think he's trying to get a better sense of the situation, and if Arthur doesn't get there, that person will have more time to look around. So Potter said he saw it? "

"Yes," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounds rather upset. "You know Dumbledore seems to have been waiting for Harry to see things like this."

"Yes," moody said. "There are some interesting things about Harry that we all know."

"When I talked to him this morning, Dumbledore seemed to be worried about Harry." Said Mrs. Weasley in a low voice.

"Of course he was worried," growled moody. "The boy saw it in that man's eyes. Obviously, Harry didn't realize what that meant, but the man was controlling him - "

Harry took out his listening ear, his heart beat violently, and blood poured into his face. He looked at the others, and they all looked at him, and all of them still had that line in their ears, and their expressions looked very scared.

Is that why Dumbledore is no longer willing to look at Harry? He thought he would see Voldemort's gaze in Harry's eyes? Maybe he was worried that the bright green eyes would suddenly turn scarlet and then squint at the students like a cat? Harry remembered how Voldemort once forced his snake face out of the back of Professor Quirrell's head and twisted Professor Quirrell's hand behind his back.

Harry wondered what it would feel like if Voldemort came out of his skull.

He felt that he was polluted and dirty, as if he had carried deadly bacteria, and was not worthy of being with these innocent people who were not defiled by Voldemort physically and mentally.

It felt like a plague, coming from within him.

Suddenly Harry seemed to understand something, Sirius and vaseline, the two of them

"It's not a good habit." All of a sudden, the flesh colored silk thread hanging on their ears all flew away from their bodies. Before all of them had recovered, several familiar faces appeared in front of everyone.

"How is Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked anxiously, "what's going on, Harry? You saw someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and then you're here. None of you was here this morning. I would have..."

"Wait a minute, Hermione," said Fanling, holding Hermione. "Give them a break."

"Ron?" Vaseline looked at Harry, then at Ron, "your father..."

"He's ok..."

"Dad's awake, and now moody and Tonks are talking to them inside..."

"They said..."

"All right, Ron!" Ginny said, "maybe they're wrong. It's just a coincidence. Or... "

"You know. I didn't mean that, I just

The door slammed open to reveal Mrs. Weasley inside.

"Oh, you two are here. We are waiting for you. Something needs to be confirmed face to face..."

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