Chapter 917

Sirius and lupin sent Harry a wonderful set of books called examples of defense magic and for defense against the dark arts. They had gorgeous covers and colorful activity diagrams of all the magic and magic things that Harry eagerly flipped over, full of crumbs of old bread and moldy cheese. In the far corner, some small items and coins were flashing, and Harry guessed that it was kretcher's collection.

Some of them were thrown away by Sirius when he cleaned the house, and even recovered the silver framed picture of family members that Sirius threw away at the end of the summer. The glass of the frame may have broken, but the black-and-white people in the picture still look at him haughtily. In the photo, there was - he had seen the dark, hat wearing one in Dumbledore's memory Our woman: Bellatrix Lestrange.

It seems that her photo is one of kretcher's favorite. He put it in front of all the other photos and clumsily magically repaired the glass on the frame.

Vaseline took the first step in and looked at kretcher's room. There were too many things in his room. Moreover, it was disorganized. Maybe

Kretcher is not here at all. No one knows where he has gone.

"I think I'll just leave the gift here," Hermione put the parcel in the hollow between the rag and the blanket, then pulled vaseline and gently closed the door. "Later, he'll see it. That's good."

After they closed the cupboard door, Sirius suddenly appeared in front of the cabinet carrying a Turkey: "think about it, who has seen kretcher recently?"

"I haven't seen him since we came back that night," Harry said. "You order him to leave the kitchen."

"Yes," Sirius frowned. "I think it was the last time I saw him. He must be hiding somewhere upstairs."

"Can't he have left here?" Harry said, "I mean, when you say 'go out', does he think you're asking him to leave the room?"

"No, it won't. the house elves can't leave the house until they get their clothes. They are one with the family house to which they belong. " Said Sirius.

"If they really want to leave, they can leave." Harry objected. "Dobby did it. He left Malfoy garden two years ago to warn me. After that, he had to punish himself, but he did

Sirius looked a little flustered for a moment, and then he said, "I'll look for him later. I hope I'll find him upstairs, crying over my mother's old knickers or something. Of course, he could have crawled into the drying cupboard and died. But I will not give up hope. "

Fred, George and Ron all laughed; but Hermione was serious.

After Christmas lunch, the Weasleys, Harry, Fanling and Hermione began to plan to visit Mr. Weasley under the escort of mad eye and lupin.

Because the subway is not open on Christmas day, Moody's "borrowed" a car. Not everyone can be illusory, especially when Harry is under age.

When moody arrived, it was just in time for the Christmas pudding to arrive. Harry suspected that the car had been "borrowed" without the owner's consent.

The car, like the old Weasley Ford, has been enchanted with magnification. Although it looks like an ordinary car, it can actually make ten people and one moody as the driver sit comfortably. Mrs. Weasley hesitated before getting into the car - everyone knows she doesn't approve of magic travel.

But in the end, unable to resist the cold outside and the persuasion of her children, she finally entered the back seat and sat down gracefully between Fred and Ginny. Because there were few vehicles on the road, it took them a short time to get to the St. Mungo magic hospital.

A few witches and witches are quietly passing a deserted path to the hospital. Van Lin got out of the car in Muggle clothes, and moody drove to the corner to wait for them to come back.

They sauntered toward a window with a doll on a green nylon shelf. Then, one by one, they crossed the grass. The reception desk seems to be full of festive colors: crystal balls illuminating St. Mungo are painted with red and gold colors, and lively Christmas trinkets can be seen everywhere. There are holly trees hanging at each door, gorgeous Christmas trees covered with magic snow, icicles shining in every corner, and a shining Venus at the top of each icicle.

It wasn't as crowded as they had been last time, and though halfway through the room, Harry found himself only sidetracked by a wizard who had stuffed his left nostril with a seedless tangerine.

"The whole family came together, didn't you?" "This is the third time I've seen this today," the blonde witch behind the table asked with a fake smile. Damage curse, fourth floor. "

They saw Mr. Weasley leaning against the bed with his leftover turkey dinner on a plate on his lap, looking timid. After greeting Mr. Weasley in turn and handing over their gifts, Mrs. Weasley asked, "is everything all right, Arthur?""Good, good." Mr. Weasley replied busily, and his attitude seemed to be a little over zealous, "you Well You haven't seen it, have you? "

"Not yet, what?" Mr Weasley asked suspiciously, "why?"

"Nothing, nothing." Mrs Weasley hesitated and finally gave up.

Mr. Weasley said cheerfully, and began to open the pile of gifts he received, "well, how are you all? What Christmas presents did you all get? Oh, Harry, that's great! "

As soon as he opened the metal fuse and screwdriver Harry gave him, he cried happily. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to be satisfied with his husband's answer. As Mr. Weasley leaned over to shake hands with Harry, she secretly observed the bandages under his husband's pajamas.

"Arthur," she said, "you changed your bandages why did you change them a day ago? They told me they won't change it for you until tomorrow. "

"What?" Mr Weasley, in a panic, pulled the sheet up to his chest, "no, no, it's nothing, this..." He seemed to have shrunk with Mrs. Weasley's sharp gaze. "OK, don't get angry first Molly, but he has an idea. You know, he's a rookie, a cute little guy, he's right Well Auxiliary treatment is very interested, in fact, is some old treatment of Muggle. This treatment is called "sewing," Molly, which is useful for Muggle wounds. "

Mrs. Weasley made a strange noise between screams and growls, and lupin walked away from the bed to the unheard werewolf, looking at the crowd around Weasley with a longing expression.

Sirius mumbled about a cup of tea and so on, Fred and George jumped over to accompany him and laughed happily.

"Do you want to tell me that you let him play with Muggle treatment?" Mrs. Weasley's voice was growing louder and less aware that the visitors with her were running away for their own sake.

"It's not a casual trick, dear Molly," Mr. Weasley said, implying, "it's just an attempt he and I want to make, but unfortunately, well, for these special wounds, it doesn't look as useful as we think."

"What's the matter?"

"OK, OK, I don't know if you know, well, I don't know what the stitches are."

"It sounds like you've been trying to sew your skin back together, but venin has helped you heal as much as possible." Mrs Weasley sneered from her nostrils, "but Arthur, even you, can't be stupid to this extent."

"I want to have a cup of tea too," Harry said, jumping aside. Hermione, van Lin and Ginny almost followed him out to the door, and when the door was closed behind them, they heard the roar of Mrs. Weasley in it: "what do you mean? Is that a conventional thinking? "

When they left the corridor, Ginny shook her head and said, "typical wife is strict."

"What is the suture?"

"Well, you know, they work well for non magical wounds," Hermione said fairly.

"But vampire trauma will leave toxins, these silk threads can not support, maybe can be replaced with dragon tendons, but, where is the tea room?" Van Lin said quickly.

"Fifth floor." Harry said he still remembers the logo on the witch's table.

They walked along the corridor, through a set of double doors, and found a wobbly staircase lined with more portraits of the Jianghu doctors, many of which looked like beasts. As they went up the stairs, the Jianghu doctors greeted them, claiming they had strange diseases and offered terrible prescriptions.

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