Chapter 1,172

"So, all in all, Ron's birthday was not a good one?" Fred was a little serious. Although his brother was poisoned by the product they developed, to be honest, this was not an embarrassing thing, but After that, from Slughorn...

It is already evening now; the campus hospital is quiet, the curtains are drawn and the lights are on.

Ron was now Madam Pomfrey's only patient. Harry, Verlin, Hermione, and Ginny sat around him; they had been waiting outside the door all day, peering in whenever anyone came in or out.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey didn't let them in until eight o'clock. Fred and George arrived after ten o'clock.

"This is not the gift-giving scene we imagined," George said grimly as he placed a large package of gifts on Ron's bedside table and sat down next to Ginny.

"Yes, he was sane in the scene we conceived," Fred said.

"We've been waiting in Hogsmeade to surprise him -" George said, "but not here."

"Are you in Hogsmeade?" Ginny raised her head and asked.

"Actually, Fanlin and I have been considering buying Zuko's Joke Shop," Fred said gloomily. "Open a Hogsmeade branch, but if you can no longer come and buy food on the weekends, we won't be able to eat and walk away...but never mind that."

He dragged a chair and sat next to Fan Lin, looking at Ron's pale face.

"How on earth did this happen, Harry?"

Harry told the story again, as if he had told it a hundred times to Dumbledore, McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, Hermione and Ginny.

"...Then I stuffed the bezoar into his mouth, and his breathing eased a little. Slughorn wanted to run to find someone for help, and then Fanlin took McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. Come here, they brought Ron here. They don't think he's a big problem. Madam Pomfrey said he might stay for a week or so... just keep taking the regret medicine..."

"Gee, I'm glad you thought of the bezoar," George whispered.

"I should say, luckily there is one in the house," Harry broke into a cold sweat as he thought about what would happen if he failed to find one in the house.

By now, Hermione seemed to have let go of her prejudices. They were friends. No matter what, Hermione seemed quite sad. While Fan Lin and Harry were waiting at the door of the medical room, about an hour later, Hermione hurried to the door of the school hospital and asked Fan Lin with a pale face what happened.

And so did Ginny. She received the news earlier, while Hermione only received it through D.A's coins, when Hermione was still in the library.

However, the only one who was not present was Lavender. Ron's words deeply hurt Lavender. Although it was not Ron's original intention, after that, no one thought of informing Lavender... .

"Do Mum and Dad know?" Fred asked Ginny in a low voice.

"They've already visited him, arrived an hour ago - he's in Dumbledore's office now, but they'll be back soon..."

They all watched Ron mutter something vaguely in his sleep, and everyone was silent for a while.

"So the drink was poisoned?" Fred asked lightly.

"Yes," Harry said immediately; he couldn't think of anything else it could be, and in fact, Harry was more than happy for them to be discussing the subject again.

"Slughorn poured it out—"

"Did he have a chance to poison Ron's cup while you weren't looking?"

"It's very possible," Harry said quickly, which made Fan Lin speechless. Harry's current symptoms of neurosis were really serious.

Except for Professor McGonagall and a few other professors, Harry was able to suspect everyone.

As for this, it can be said that Harry has no worries at all.

After all, it is a special period, and there are always attacks on Hogwarts recently.

"But, Harry...why did Slughorn poison Ron?" Fan Lin shook his head. In Slughorn, Ron is not even as good as a bottle of good wine. If the wine is broken, it will still be poisoned. Feeling distressed, and using wine to murder Ron... no matter how you look at it, this is not a good deal.

"I don't know," Fred frowned. "Do you think he mixed up the glasses? He was going to give you that one?"

"So, the question is, why did Slughorn poison Harry?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know," said Fred, "but there must be a lot of people who want to poison Harry, right? Because he's Mr. Right and all that stuff."

"So you think Slughorn is a Death Eater?" Fan Lin said in disbelief.

"Anything is possible," Fred said grimly.

"Hey, brother, you have to stay rational." Fan Lin shook his head, "We can't say that until the results come out. Besides, Slughorn was invited by me, Harry and Dumbledore. .."

"He might have been under the Imperius Curse," George said.

"Maybe he's innocent," Ginny said. "The poison could have been in the bottle, perhaps to poison Slughorn himself."

"But, who wants to kill Slughorn?" Hermione asked in confusion, "A Potions Master?"

"Dumbledore thought Voldemort was trying to win over Slughorn," Harry said. "Slughorn had been hiding for a year before coming to Hogwarts. And..." He thought of the memory that Duo failed to get from Slughorn, "Maybe Voldemort wanted to get rid of him, Maybe he felt he was valuable to Dumbledore."

Fan Lin feels that there is something wrong with the current wind direction, and he is thinking...

"But, Harry, you said that Slughorn is going to give that bottle of wine to Dumbledore as a Christmas gift," Fanlin reminded, "Shouldn't we study this issue now? That's Wine for Dumbledore."

"So the target of the poisoner is probably Dumbledore." Fred seemed to have heard some incredible news, "So, Slughorn used this bottle of wine to try to poison him..."

"Oh, no no no, not Slughorn..."

"Then he doesn't know Slughorn well enough," Hermione said suddenly, "This is definitely a stupid move. Anyone who knows Slughorn can think that he is likely to keep such delicious things for himself. Drink it."

"Uh...pull..." Ron suddenly shouted hoarsely from among them.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on...

"So, no one from us informed Lavender?" Fan Lin looked around and finally discovered what was missing here.

As Ron's girlfriend, Lavender is obviously the most suitable position close to Ron, but no one has informed Lavender now.

"Ron's girlfriend?" George was a little confused, but he finally remembered it.

"Oh, I don't think this is very reliable, before Ron..." Harry thought of Lavender's resentful look before.

Look at what Ron said. Harry wants to introduce him to Romildale?

For a moment, they all fell into silence, just looking at Ron.

But Ron started snoring again after talking nonsense.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and they were all startled: Hagrid strode towards them, his hair stained by rain, his beaver fur coat flapping behind him, a crossbow in his hand, lying on the floor. A series of dolphin-sized footprints were left on it.

"Oh, I spent a day in the Forbidden Forest!" he gasped. "Aragog's condition is even worse. I've been talking to it all day - and just after dinner, I heard about Ron from Professor Sprout! How is he?"

"Not bad," Fanlin said. "They said he's fine. In fact, the poison has been resolved, but Ron hasn't woken up yet and his body is a little weak."

"Oh, that's okay, but how could something like this happen?"

"This idiot ate chocolate with a love potion. In order to save him, Harry accidentally drank a glass of poisonous wine during the celebration after solving the problem." Fan Lin said briefly.

Harry seemed very tired of this rhetoric.

"Oh, that's really bad."

"Dumbledore is investigating the situation." Fan Lin shrugged, but Madam Pomfrey suddenly came in and startled everyone.

"Don't let more than seven people come in at the same time during a visit!" Madam Pomfrey hurried out of the office.

"But... there are only seven people counting Hagrid," George pointed out.

"Oh...right..." Madam Pomfrey seemed to regard the big Hagrid as several people. To cover up her mistake, she quickly used her wand to clean away the muddy footprints.

"I can't believe it," Hagrid croaked, staring at Ron and shaking his shaggy head. "I can't believe it... look at him lying there... who was trying to kill him, huh?"

"We were just discussing this," Harry said. "we do not know."

"No one has a grudge against the Gryffindor Quidditch team, right?" Hagrid said worriedly. "First Katie, now Ron..."

"I don't see how anyone would want to kill a Quidditch team," George said.

"Maybe Wood will take out the Slytherins, if he can get away with it," Fred said matter-of-factly.

"Well, I don't think it was because of Quidditch, but there must be some connection between the two attacks," Hermione said softly.

"What makes you think that?" Fred asked.

"Well, first of all, they all should have been killed, but they all survived, although that was just pure luck. Secondly, neither the poison nor the necklace seemed to have been delivered to the person who was supposed to be murdered. Of course. ," she added thoughtfully, "that makes this guy's situation more dangerous in a way, because they don't seem to care how many innocent people are sacrificed before finally killing him."

Before they could respond to this ominous assertion, the door was opened again and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hurried into the ward. They had been convinced that Ron would make a full recovery after their last visit to the ward: Mrs. Weasley was now holding Harry tightly.

"Dumbledore told us how you saved him with the bezoar," she choked. "Oh, Harry, what should we say? You saved Ginny...you saved Arthur...and now you saved Ron..."

"Come on...I didn't..." Harry muttered awkwardly. "You saved half of our family, I remember," Mr. Weasley said narrowly. I can only say that Ron decided to sit in your seat on the Hogwarts Express. That day in the carriage was a lucky day for the Weasleys, Harry. "

This made Harry don't know how to answer, so when Madam Pomfrey reminded them again that only seven people could visit Ron at a time, Harry stood up with Verlin and Hermione very happily; Hagrid also Decided to go with them so that Ron could be left with his family.

"That's terrible," Hagrid rasped into his beard as the four of them walked down the corridor to the marble staircase. "All the safety measures were put in place, but some children were still hurt... Dumbledore was very worried... He didn't say anything, but I could tell..."

"Doesn't he have any ideas, Hagrid?" Harry asked puzzledly, "He hasn't studied why this happened?"

"I guess he's got a lot of ideas, with a mind like his," Hagrid said firmly. "But he doesn't know who gave him the necklace, or who put the poison in the wine, otherwise they would have been arrested, right? That worries me," Hagrid lowered his voice and looked around. After looking around (Harry also checked to see if there was Peeves on the ceiling), "How long will Hogwarts be able to stay open if the children are constantly being attacked. The whole thing about the Chamber of Secrets is happening again, isn't it? ? There will be panic, more parents will pick up their children, and you know, then the government will..."

Hagrid stopped, and a long-haired female ghost floated over quietly, and then he continued in a hoarse voice, "...The government department will discuss it here."

"Surely not?" Hermione looked worried. "This is an accident, maybe..."

"They have to see it from their own perspective," Hagrid said solemnly. "I mean, sending kids to Hogwarts is a bit of a risk, isn't it? Putting hundreds of underage wizards together is bound to go wrong, right? But deliberate murder is a different story. No wonder Dumbledore would be dissatisfied with Sne—"

Suddenly, Hagrid stopped, and a familiar guilty expression appeared on his tangled black beard.

"What?" Harry said quickly. "Dumbledore is dissatisfied with Snape?" Harry asked loudly.

"Shh!" said Hagrid, looking nervous and angry. "Don't shout that kind of thing, Harry, do you want me to lose my job? By the way, I think you don't care much, do you? Anyway, you have given up on protecting magic——"

"Don't try to make me feel guilty, that's no use!" Harry said fiercely. "What did Snape do?"

"I don't know, Harry, I wasn't supposed to hear that! I - well, I heard them talking - well, arguing - when I was walking out of the Forbidden Forest the other day. I don't really care. , I tried to avoid listening, but - well, their discussion was so intense that it was difficult not to listen. "

"And what?" Harry urged, as Hagrid rubbed his huge foot back and forth uncomfortably.

"And then - all I heard from Snape was that Dumbledore was taking it too much for granted, and that maybe he - Snape - didn't want to do it anymore -"

"do what?"

"I don't know, Harry, it sounds like Snape was feeling a little overtired, that's all - and Dumbledore pointedly reminded him that he had agreed to do this, and that was about all. What was asked of him It must be quite strict. Then he said something about asking Snape to investigate his house, that is, Slytherin House. "(To be continued)