Chapter 900 St. Mungo’s Hospital of Magic

"Attack him?" Fan Lin looked blank for a moment, then returned to normal.

"That's right..." Harry said tremblingly, his face looking a little gray.

He could only see part of Sirius' face; the rest was lost in the darkness.

"It's that dream that's still affecting you," Sirius said. "You're still thinking about those dreams or whatever-"

"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "It's like there's something reaching up inside me. It's like there's a snake inside of me."

"You need sleep" Sirius said firmly.

"You should have breakfast and then go upstairs to bed and then go see Arthur with everyone after lunch. You're stimulated Harry, and you're kicking yourself inside for having witnessed this and not being able to help, but you're lucky you were there, otherwise Arthur might have "Death, but please don't worry." Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and left the tea room while Fanlin looked at him silently, a pair of blue eyes staring at Harry in the darkness, as if he wanted to see through Harry. .

"What... happened to me?" Harry asked, trembling slightly.

"You didn't do anything," Fan Lin shook his head, "There may be a solution, but not now, we have to go to sleep, right?"

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

After hesitating for a while, Harry arrived at the bedroom he and Ron shared for the last few weeks of the year. Ron climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep within a few minutes. Harry sat on the bed fully clothed, his back leaning against the cold metal bedpost, visibly uncomfortable. Comfortable.

He decided not to doze off for fear that he would turn into a snake again while sleeping and wake up to find himself attacking Ron or one after another attacking anyone else walking around the house.

Harry pretended to be sleeping soundly when Ron woke up. While they were having lunch their large suitcases arrived from Hogwarts so they could pack for their trip to St. Mungo's Magical Resources.

They changed out of their robes and into jeans and sweatshirts. Everyone except Harry was cheerful and chatty.

They were delighted to welcome the presence of Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody, who would escort them through London, laughing at the fact that the corner of Mad-Eye's bowler hat hid his magic eye.

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

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

"Your family doesn't have the blood of prophets, right?" she asked curiously as they sat side by side on a rattling train heading toward the city center.

"No" Harry said thinking of Professor Troney and feeling insulted.

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

Harry didn't answer. Luckily he put Fred and George between himself and Tonks as they got off the train at the next station, Central London Station, and hurried off the train.

Tonks led the way and they followed her up the escalator, Moody remaining at the back of the line, his hat pulled low and a gnarled hand slipping between the buttons of his coat to grab his wand.

Harry felt the hidden eye staring at him.

He tried to avoid further questions about his dream by asking Crazy Eyes where St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Magic was.

"It's not far from here," Moody muttered, as they breathed in the winter air and walked down a wide shopping street filled with people shopping for Christmas gifts.

He let Harry go in front of him and he walked behind. Harry knew that the eyes were looking in all directions beneath the tilted hat. "It was not easy to find a good location for the hospital. The strip of land between the single and double lanes of London Street was not big enough and it could not be built underground like the Ministry of Magic which would be unhealthy. In the end they managed to build a building here , the reason is that sick wizards can get along naturally with the crowd."

He grabbed Harry to prevent them from getting separated by a rush of customers rushing toward the small electronics store.

"Let's go this way," Moody said after a moment.

They stood at the entrance of a huge, old-fashioned red brick store. The store sign read: purge6zdose Co., Ltd.

There is an old smell in the air, and some damaged dolls are randomly placed in the display windows. They are fake and crooked, and their clothes are still the outdated style from ten years ago. A huge sign on the dusty door read: CLOSED DURING RENOVATIONS.

Harry distinctly heard a large woman carrying plastic shopping bags say to her friend "That place is never open" as they passed them.

"Yes," Tonks said, nodding to them as she pointed to a particularly ugly doll in the window. It has false eyelashes hanging down and is wearing a green nylon dress. "are you ready?"

They nodded and crowded around her.

Moody pushed Harry forward hard, and Tonks leaned against the glass and looked at the very ugly doll's mouth, and the water vapor sprayed directly onto the glass.

"Open it," Tonks said, "let's see Arthur Weasley."

Harry thought it was ridiculous that Tonks expected the doll to hear her soft whispers through a pane of glass, the rumble of the bus behind her, and the street full of customers. The doll wouldn't hear it anyway.

The next second when he saw the doll nod slightly and gesture with his finger, his mouth was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

Tonks disappeared through the glass with Ginny and Mrs. Weasley between her elbows. Fred, George and Ron walked behind them.

Harry glanced at the pushing crowd. No one noticed the ugly window display of Purge & Dose Co., Ltd. No one noticed that the six people had just disappeared without a trace in front of them.

"Hurry up" Moody growled and pushed Harry on the back. They walked forward together, feeling like they had passed through a layer of cool water to a warm, dry place.

There was no sign of the ugly doll or where she had stood. They seemed to be in a crowded reception area. Rows of witches and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs. Some looked perfectly normal and were reading old issues of Wizarding Weekly. Others had horrific appearances, like ivory lesions, or a womb on their chests. hand.

The room was not quiet compared to the street outside because most of the patients were making very unique noises: a perspiring wizard sitting in the front row was fanning himself vigorously with a copy of the Daily Prophet when the steam came from A high-pitched whistling sound came from her mouth; a dirty-looking wizard sat in the corner and jingled every time he moved. His head vibrated so violently with the sound that he had to hold his ears. keep it steady. Witches and wizards in orange-green robes walked around asking questions and writing notes on notepads like Umbridge. (To be continued)