harleyscars Chapter 242 Gossiping in the Ward and News of the Top 3 Competition
Chapter 242 Gossiping in the Ward and News of the Top 3 Competition
Chapter 242 Gossiping in the Ward and News of the Trifinal Match
Not long after the Auror came to St. Mungo's, a hurried figure appeared in the hall of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.
He didn't pay attention to the festive decorations in the waiting room. He almost broke through. He pushed aside the shoulders of the Auror who was maintaining order, and quickly came to the fifth floor.
"Kingsley, where's Ron?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously to the tall black wizard.
"I've just arrived as Arthur, but I think Ron is fine. Maybe it's more appropriate to describe him as stronger than a cow."
Kingsley scratched the top of his bare and reflective head, the expression on his face was somewhat indescribably complicated.
"Forget it, go on your own. I'll take someone to clean up the little troubles below. Two little wizards broke in with a human head. This is the first time that St. Mungo has met for hundreds of years."
"It's in the treatment room, first room on the right."
At this moment, Mr. Weasley, who didn't even know what to say, stayed in place for several seconds. He could understand all the words Kingsley said, but why did he not understand the meaning of the connection?
With doubts, Mr. Weasley came to the door of the first ward on the right. Before he opened the door, he heard a grinning cry of pain.
"Hey, take it easy, take it easy, this anesthetic is useless, it hurts, doctor!"
"You've already drank two bottles, even a giant monster has to lie on the bed obediently, so boy, are you interested in dying for the medical cause? It's not impossible to donate your body after death."
"Can you stop talking before pulling out my bones? And! Why do you have to pull out the remaining half of my bones after a broken bone? Stew soup?"
"Bone setting is more troublesome. There are too many interference factors on your wound. Who told you to drink potions indiscriminately? Is it okay to drink indiscriminately? Pull out the bones and sleep and re-grow them. I made four bones. Flavor, do you prefer chocolate or chocolate or chocolate or chocolate?"
"This is obviously only one~~~"
"Okay, the bone is pulled out."
The tall and burly therapist shook the tray, and there were four or five broken bones that Ron broke and pierced out of his body. Although there was no meat, the soup might make those monsters cry.
Looking at this outrageous scene, Mr. Weasley stood at the door for a long time and did not dare to go in. Is this the St. Mungo therapist he is familiar with?How come the painting style looks like a butcher?
"Lie down, don't move, just stay there, I'll smooth out your stubble and it will take a long time. By the way, what is the cutting curse? I haven't used it for more than ten years."
"!!!"
Ron turned his head sharply, and the blood from the wound spattered the therapist all over.
"I suspect you are a mediocre... uh. Dad, why don't you come in?"
Ron saw Mr. Weasley looking through the crack of the door, and he couldn't understand his hesitant gesture of wanting to enter but not wanting to enter.
"Oh hahaha it's. uh. nothing."
Mr. Weasley tore the little hair on the top of his head, and walked in from the door with an embarrassed expression on his face.
Is it okay to say that Ron is okay? Then there is a plate of broken bones left there, and his body is still bloody, but if there is anything wrong, have you ever seen such a patient who is so energetic and even more energetic after drinking anesthesia?
He suddenly became suspicious of his life and fell into a state of unconfidence. This little monster in front of him is really his own son?
But thinking about Ron's outrageous weight-bearing exercise at home before, Mr. Weasley easily accepted this setting after a second thought.
'As expected of my kind! '
He gave Ron a thumbs up, which made Ron look confused.
However, Mr. Weasley, who was reviewing his shocking move in the wizarding world (giving birth to 7 children), selectively ignored the puzzlement on Ron's face.
"Oh! I remembered, the Cutting Curse is this!" The healer suddenly realized that he finally picked up the Cutting Curse he learned at Hogwarts more than ten years ago. Is it covered in blood?"
"Get down, I'm going to cut your bones. There are still a few patients who want me to go there for treatment later, so don't waste time."
Mr. Weasley woke up with a start at the unreliable remark.
"This. Do you want me to come?"
Mr. Weasley, who finally learned how to love his son, took a step forward. Compared with the healer's possibly unreliable cutting spell, it might be better to play by himself.
"This is the treatment room, who are you?" The treatment room realized that there was someone standing behind him belatedly, and he frowned in displeasure.
"I'm Arthur Weasley, and Ron is my son."
"Oh, then would you mind signing for your son? The kind that dies for the medical cause, or the body donation book that will be used in the future is also fine. Anyway, people will die sooner or later, so if you sign early, you will never forget it. This time I can also give you a discount on the treatment fee."
The therapist spoke to Mr. Weasley with a face full of joy. He was particularly interested in studying Ron's unusually drug-resistant body.
"This. I'll talk about it later." Mr. Weasley wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and then quickly changed the subject: "Why don't you let me do the cutting curse?"
"you?"
He looked Mr. Weasley up and down.
"I often encounter wounded and sick people when I work in the ministry, so I still have some experience." This sentence is not nonsense. When dealing with those malicious magic props aimed at Muggles, there will always be some little things caused by bad pranks. ACCIDENT.
"Oh, is that so?" There was a look of interest on the therapist's face.
"That's fine, but don't cut up the meat, or the cost of treatment will increase. Baixian won't have much effect on his wound. Don't let your son get hurt again. One treatment will cost you a year's salary." go in."
Looking at Mr. Weasley who drew out his wand, Ron had a look of understanding on his face.
"Are you finally going to do something to me, Dad?"
"Yes, son, this day has finally come."
"Then let's do it."
"Wait, I'm not ready yet."
"what about now?"
"I'll brew it up, it won't be good if it's crooked."
"."
"It's stuck in the flesh, it hurts, Dad!"
"Come here, come here!"
Gently tap the wand on the white bone, and a tiny incision appeared on the bone. It is really difficult to cut through the newly strengthened bone with ordinary spells. After seven or eight cutting spells in a row, Only then did Mr. Weasley cut the broken surface of the thorny bone into a smooth plane.
Tired of sweating, he said in his heart, 'This is not magic! '
With four or five wounds in a row, Mr. Weasley, who cast dozens of cutting spells, sat on the edge of the hospital bed in a state of collapse. Compared with Ron's ruddy complexion, it seemed that he was the one who should hospitalized patient number.
"Come on, after you finish this bottle of Bone Spirit, you can get out of here tomorrow."
It is said that the chocolate-flavored bone primate grew into a muddy and disgusting appearance similar to silt. Ron frowned and drank it and almost sprayed it on the therapist's face.
Isn't shit with chocolate shit?Even if Snape hadn't brewed the Bone Spirit, the disgusting taste wouldn't be much worse.
After the therapist patted his butt and left, Ron was transferred to another ward. There, he saw Neville whose wounds had been treated long ago, and his fractures and fractures healed.
If it wasn't for the doctor's strong suggestion that he need to be observed here for a period of time, he would have gone to the ward where his parents were.
After carrying Bellatrix's head over there, his parents were at least able to say his name better than before.
"The doctor is doing a detailed examination on my parents. Only a few patients who have lived here for a long time can leave the ward. If they want to recover, they can only wait for a miracle."
"But a miracle has arrived!"
After Neville was pushed to the hospital bed, he knelt down on the bedside and held Ron's hand. The excitement that he couldn't hide made Ron give him a headache.
"Speak well, why kneel? I'm not dead yet. I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow for Christmas. The man has gold under his knees. You don't know. Er. England really doesn't know this sentence, but forget it! Anyway, you have to talk Just sit down, your butt isn't hurt, right?"
"No, no."
Neville smirked and scratched his head. The fractures on his body were easily healed by magic, and he didn't have Ron's somewhat unusual resistance to magic potions. Naturally, he could recover after a few minutes of rescue. Apart from blood loss and a bit of pale complexion, there are almost no sequelae. Maybe there is some Cruciatus Curse, but it is not serious.
His soul is full of vitality and exuberant vitality, and his indomitable will also makes his soul stronger than other little wizards.
"By the way, what about the school? Neville, use your badge to contact me. I can't move now, and I'll bleed when I raise my hand."
Ron glanced sideways at his bloody bandage after knocking Neville's head off, and could only raise his brow helplessly.
"Oh, yes! I'll go right away."
Neville took out the sun badge, borrowed Ron's wand, and deformed a line of small words on it.
Almost instantly, new news came, and Neville, who was in a hurry, replied quickly, and it took several minutes before he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The specific situation is not clear. Sirius is injured, and Professor Dumbledore is also injured. Professor McGonagall will come in a while, and we will see them soon."
After hearing the news, Ron was relieved. In fact, he was a little puzzled when he found Neville. If Dumbledore was fine, then the professor's support should have arrived before him.
However, Dumbledore's injury should not be a simple injury in the literal sense, it is probably a bit serious.
But at least the person is still alive, so there should be no big problem.
As much as Snape likes to cook shit, his potions are way more exciting than St. Mungo's here, master of potions!There are not many masters of this level in the entire magic world. At least in Europe, it is very difficult for potions masters who have reached Snape's level to add up. Not to mention that Snape is only in his 30s. It's not a problem for a young genius to throw away whatever talent he wants.
"By the way, dad, you didn't tell mom about these things, did you? I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and maybe my bones will grow back in the evening. Why don't you tell mom?"
The wound on the back is a bit itchy. The Bone Spirit is indeed effective. After surreptitiously activating the star magic pattern on the body of the dragon, the speed of self-healing has more than doubled. It’s not dark yet, wait until the sky is dark Come down, it is possible that the bone will grow back.
"No! I'll tell mom later, how could you still do this to yourself at school?" Mr. Weasley frowned, shaking his head and rejecting Ron's unreasonable request.
"Voldemort is back," said Ron.
"What did you say?"
"Voldemort is back, besieging Hogwarts with werewolves, giants, and dementors, and wants to kill Professor Dumbledore as a banner for his comeback."
"But most of the werewolves were killed by the trap, and they should be dead. The dementors are gone. Voldemort was also dealt with by Professor Dumbledore. Most of the professor's injuries were due to his counterattack."
This shocking news caused Mr. Weasley to fall into an unbelievable shock. He quickly closed the curtains and checked his surroundings. He sat on Ron's bedside and asked solemnly, "Is it true?"
"After Professor McGonagall came, you should be able to confirm it, but the wound on my body was not caused by Voldemort. If it wasn't for Bellatrix's exile, Voldemort would have died long ago."
"If there is a next time." Ron said a little angrily: "When I find the Lost King City and draw out the broken steel sword, I will beat him with one sword and even the Horcrux!"
Hearing Ron's words, Mr. Weasley couldn't help shaking his head, "King Arthur's lost royal city disappeared more than 1000 years ago, how is this possible?"
He sneered twice to stop thinking about this outrageous thing, but what Ron just said made Mr. Weasley silent.
"But Mom will know in the end. After all, what happened like this may not be tomorrow. The news from the Daily Prophet will let wizards in England know about these things."
"Then worry less. Anyway, my injury heals quickly. If you don't tell me, Dad, Mom won't see the severity. How about treating it as a small accident?"
"Just this time."
Mr. Weasley raised his fingers, "Since I just accidentally broke a few bones." He bit the sentence hard, and reached out to pat Ron's uninjured thigh.
"Then I'll go back to the Ministry."
Ron, who was trembling after being slapped by Mr. Weasley, choked out a "goodbye" between his buttocks. Although his leg was not injured, the slap pulled his back, and the pain made him grin his teeth and dare not speak Sound, it's my father, that's right.
After chatting with Neville in the ward for a while, there were slight footsteps outside the door.
"Please come in."
The door of the ward was pushed open again, and Professor McGonagall with a tired face and Dumbledore with a pale face walked into the ward one after another.
"You should take a good rest, Professor Dumbledore." Feeling the unstable fluctuation of magic power on Dumbledore, Ron could fully understand that the old man's injury was by no means as trivial as he showed.
"But someone needs to step up now, unfortunately you are too young Ron."
Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, with an unwavering calm in his weakness, but also a reassuring magic power.
"And what about Sirius? How is he?"
This question made Dumbledore show a little embarrassment, and even Professor McGonagall showed a little helplessness about it.
"How should I put it?" Dumbledore frowned, "According to what Sirius said, he firmly rejected Severus' murder of shit, so now your Professor Sirius has also been transferred to St. Ge."
"And unfortunately, without Professor Snape's powerful potion, he needs to live here for at least three months, maybe even longer. Pettigrew's black magic polluted his body, Sirius didn't drink the 'antidote' potion right away, but I'm glad he didn't."
"." Ron stared at Dumbledore speechlessly, you let Snape boil the medicine, can you have a clue in your mind?
Already imagined that Snape was holding a potion that was hot, exuding an ominous aura, with so many ingredients that he couldn't even count the number of potions, with a ferocious, rampant, evil, arrogant, and vengeful expression on his face. newspaper expression.
Snape might even have muttered: 'You're finally in my hands!Come and taste this cup of dragon dung essence that has been crazily diluted and added with a huge amount of fermentation. You must drink it for a year to cure your potion! '
This absolutely horrifying and absolutely unacceptable picture of hell, Ron, just thinking about it makes him feel like he's going to die. As the person involved, Sirius is willing to drink that potion, which is the only difference from poison in that it can't kill people, that's a ghost!
However, seeing Professor McGonagall frowning, in the school infirmary at Hogwarts, it is very likely that Snape was so excited that he planned to open Sirius' mouth and force-feed shit
The people present trembled and unconsciously mourned for Sirius for half a second.
"For Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester, I think I need to find a temporary professor to substitute for Sirius. This is really a headache."
Dumbledore sighed. The curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts seemed to have intensified suddenly after Tom was resurrected. It's only been half a year. Why did Sirius almost get reimbursed?
"But Tom is still dead this time, maybe this is good news."
Dumbledore shook his head and stopped thinking about the scene where Sirius was almost forced to shit. Professor McGonagall conjured up two chairs, and she supported the somewhat weak Dumbledore on Ron and Neville's hospital bed yesterday morning. middle.
"First of all, I would like to congratulate you Neville. I asked the therapist when I came here, and he told me that your parents are indeed improving now. Your grandma has already arrived in the ward, but now they still need more observation and treatment. You should be able to spend Christmas with them when you're done with your tests."
Dumbledore lovingly touched Neville's head, and Neville, who was choking again, smiled happily, too excited to speak.
"The next thing is an early Christmas gift to you."
"We originally planned to reconvene the Triwizard Tournament next year. The decision on this has just been passed, but there are some accidents."
"The Triwizard Tournament is no longer a competition between the three schools of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. This time the scale will be unprecedentedly large. After the incident in Egypt, the European Ministry of Magic , or the Ministry of Magic all over the world has a new understanding of the status of wizards today."
"The dark tide has set off again. Perhaps this will become the beginning of a new turmoil in the magic world. No one knows in what direction it will change."
"You will usher in a new era, to create, to witness the greatness of this new era."
"It's great to see that you two are safe and sound. Professor Flitwick has already gone to deal with Bellatrix's wreckage. I will take over the accountability from the Ministry of Magic. You can heal your wounds at ease." , Merry Christmas to you all.”
Dumbledore just sat for a while before planning to get up and leave, but when he got up, Ron asked a little puzzled, "Accountability?"
"Is there something wrong with Fudge's brain?"
"Yes." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. "This time there are dementors who attacked Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic has an inescapable responsibility. I think he is completely at a loss now."
"Then another minister? I think Ms. Amelia Bones of the Magical Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic is quite suitable. At least she was one of the few clear-headed people when the Wizengamot watched the trial last time." .”
"I'll think about it, but leave these troublesome things to me, the old man."
"The time to return to school is tomorrow morning. If you don't want to worry your family, you should leave the hospital early. Your wound seems to be recovering well?"
Standing up with the support of Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore walked out of the ward smoothly and closed the door gently for them.
"Triwizard Tournament?" Neville didn't quite understand what it meant.
"Simply put, this three-final match may involve competitions from all continents. It's time for us, the Sun Knights, to go out and show our faces."
"What a mess! I like it the most."
The movement was a little too big, and Ron, who had pulled the wound again, grinned and buried his face in the pillow. The feeling of being injured was really uncomfortable.
But even so, he couldn't help but smile, next year will definitely be more interesting than this year, right?
(End of this chapter)