Chapter 901 St. Mungo’s Reunion

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

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

"Doctor?" Ron said looking taken aback. "Those muggle lunatics?, if so, then they are healers."

"Here!" cried Mrs. Weasley, "come here and line up, otherwise it will be impossible for us to get in."

They followed Weasley into the long queue, and a golden-eyed witch sat in front of the information desk.

Various notices and posters were posted on the wall behind her: a clean cauldron to prevent reagents from turning into poison, a prescription antidote, and a large portrait of a witch with her signature silver curls: Delise Devante, Healer, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 17 years, and director of St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1741.

Delise stared at the Weasley family as if counting their heads; when Harry saw her she blinked slightly, slanting away from her portrait and disappearing.

Meanwhile, at the front of the line a young wizard made grotesque movements and screamed in pain to explain his predicament to the wizard behind the desk.

"Not these - ouch - the shoes my brother gave me - ouch - they eat my - ouch - feet - look they must have... Tarantallegra on them and I can't... ah... get rid of it. "He was hopping around on one foot like he was dancing on hot coals.

"Those shoes don't prevent you from reading, do they?" the golden-eyed witch said angrily, pointing to the huge sign on the left side of her desk. "If you want to cure, spell damage floor guide instructions are on floor 4. Next!"

The wizard staggered and skipped away from the group. The Weasleys took a few steps forward. Harry read the floor guide: Artifact Incident. Crucibles exploding on the bottom, wands with adverse consequences, broom crashes, etc. Injuries caused by animals.

On the first floor, there are defects in magic such as bites, stings, burns and bone injuries, as well as the prevention and treatment of spells.

On the second floor, infectious diseases such as dragon pox, vanishing disease, etc. are poisoned by pharmaceuticals and plants.

On the third floor, a series of explosions caused uncontrollable backflow and spell damage.

On the fourth floor, jinxes and the consequences of improper use of magic, etc., are in the visitor's lounge/hospital store.

On the fifth floor, if you don't know your way around the language barrier or can't remember why you are here our receptionist is happy to help.

An old wizard wearing a hearing aid hunched over and shuffled to the front of the line. "I'm here to see Broderick Border!" 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-looking wizard held his little daughter tightly, her huge feathered wings piercing his clothes and flapping his head.

"Fourth floor" the witch said in a bored voice without asking. The man disappeared by the double doors next to the desk, pulling his daughter like a strange-shaped balloon. "Next!"

Mrs. Weasley walked over to the desk.

"Hello," she said, "My husband, Arthur Weasley, was reportedly sent to the special ward this morning. Can you tell us-?"

"Arthur Weasley?" the witch said running her finger down the catalog in front of her. "It's Llewellyn Ward's ward, second on the right on the first floor."

"Thank you" said Mrs. Weasley.

"You guys come with me."

They followed her through the double doors and down a narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous healers, illuminated by candle-filled crystal bubbles that looked like giant snot bubbles.

Uh... This doesn't seem to be a good description, but Harry still thinks it's very vivid.

More witches and wizards in orange and green robes came and went from the door they passed. As they passed a door a foul-smelling yellow gas drifted into the corridor and the sound of wailing came from a distance.

They walked up a flight of stairs and entered the second room on the right side of the corridor where spells caused damage. The door on the second room on the right read: Spells Severe Injury Room. Beneath it on a brass stand was a card handwritten: Healer: Dorothy Jackson. Trainee Healer: Augustus Pye.

"We're waiting outside for Molly," Tonks said. "Arthur doesn't want to be disturbed by too many people. The family will go in first."

Crazy Eyes roared in agreement, leaning against the corridor wall, his evil eye darting in every direction.

Harry tried to back away too but Mrs. Weasley held out a hand and pushed him through the door and said "Don't be silly Harry, Arthur wants to thank you."

The ward was small and dark. The only window was placed high up on the wall opposite the door and was very narrow. The light mainly comes from a series of bright crystal bubbles in the middle of the dome. Hanging on the oak board wall is a portrait of an evil wizard: Urquhart Sylvan 161-1697, the wise man who lifted the bloodthirsty curse.

There were only three patients. Mr. Weasley's hospital bed was by the small window at the end of the room. Harry was happy and relieved to see him reclining on some pillows, reading the Daily Prophet with the rays of sunlight falling on his bed. He looked up and saw them coming towards him.

"Hello!" he greeted, throwing the newspaper aside. "Bill just left, Molly, and he had to go back to work, and he said he was going to see you guys later."

"How are you Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked bending down to kiss his cheek and look worriedly at his face. "You still look haggard."

"I feel fine," said Mr. Weasley briskly, hugging Ginny warmly with his good arm. "If they take off the bandages I can go home."

"Why can't they take it off, Dad?" Fred asked. "The wound bleeds like crazy every time they try to take it off" Mr. Weasley said cheerfully and went to get the wand that was on his bedside table to conjure six chairs beside the bed for them all to sit on.

"The wounds of people hit by the blood whip spell don't heal so easily. They believe they will find a healing potion. Some people's situation is worse than mine. In the meantime I have to use the blood replenishing potion every hour. But over there That person..." He lowered his voice and pointed towards the bed opposite to the patient who looked green and very sick and was staring at the ceiling. "For those unfortunate enough to be bitten by a werewolf, there is no hope of recovery."

"A werewolf?" Mrs. Weasley whispered looking a little alarmed. "Is he safe in a public ward? Shouldn't he be in a private room?"

"In fact, St. Mungo's has been a little nervous recently. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have been fighting a lot of vampires. The wards are all full. Moreover, the full moon is not in two weeks," Mr. Weasley reminded her calmly. "They were talking to him this morning with healers you know trying to convince him to live an almost normal life. I said to him - not to mention names of course - but I said, I know a werewolf man and, well, he put this condition Very well handled.”

"What did he say?" George asked.

"He said he was going to bite me if I didn't shut up..." Mr. Weasley said sadly.

"There's a woman there," he pointed to another bed by the door. "She didn't tell the healers what bit her, and we all thought it must have been her using the spell incorrectly. Whatever it was, it A large piece of flesh was ripped from her leg and it smelled very bad."

"So you're going to tell us what happened to you Dad?" Fred asked, pulling his chair closer to the bed.

"Well you already know that, don't you?" Mr. Weasley said and smiled at Harry. "Very simple - I had a very long day of napping, absconding, and getting bitten."

"The Daily Prophet published the story of your attack?" Fred pointed at the newspaper that Mr. Weasley had thrown aside.

"No, of course not," said Mr. Weasley with a faint wry smile. "The Ministry doesn't want everyone to know that a dirty, sinister man is back -"

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley warned.

"Uh-I-know" Mr. Weasley said hastily.

Harry was pretty sure that wasn't what he meant.

"Dad, where were you when this happened?" George asked.

"That's my business," said Mr. Weasley, smiling. He grabbed the Daily Prophet, shook it open and read, "I know from the paper that you got there and arrested Occam. Did you know Willie Summer showed up behind the bathroom? One of his spells had undesirable consequences that led to the bathroom." After the explosion, they found him lying unconscious on the ground, covered in debris-"

"You said you were "at work"" Fred interrupted softly. "What are you doing?"

"Listen to your father," Mrs. Weasley whispered. "We're not here to discuss this! Keep talking about Occam, Arthur."

"Don't ask me what's going on. He actually left the bathroom alone," said Mr. Weasley sternly. "I can only assume the gold changed hands-"

"You're defending it, aren't you?" George said quietly. "Weapons? Was that the person who did it?"

"George, be quiet!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted.

"Anyway," said Mr. Weasley, raising his voice, "Willy was arrested this time for selling biting doorknobs to Muggles. I think he's ruining his career. According to this article, two Muggles lost it. The finger is now undergoing emergency bone replantation and memory modification at St. Mungo's. Think of it, Muggles at St. Mungo's! I wonder which ward they are in?" He looked eager to see an indicator.

"Didn't you say there was someone else here, Harry?" Fred asked, paying attention to his father's reaction. "Is it big? You saw him come back at night, didn't you?"

"That's enough" said Mrs. Weasley. "Crazy Eyes and Tonks are outside Arthur. They want to see you. You guys wait outside!" She pulled her children and Harry. "You can talk to me next time, bye. Come on."

They returned to the corridor. Crazy Eyes and Tonks entered the ward and closed the door behind them. Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," he said calmly, rummaging in his pockets, "Stay like that and don't tell us anything."

"Looking for these?" George said, pulling out a roll of what looked like flesh-colored thread. "You know what I'm thinking," Fred said with a toothy smile. "How about we see if there's a spell on the ward at St. Mungo's?"

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

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

Harry couldn't help but smile toothily. He grabbed the end of the string and inserted it into his ear. The twins were already wearing it.

"Okay, go ahead!" Fred whispered.

Flesh-colored threads twisted and snaked under the door like slender worms. Harry heard nothing at first but was startled when he suddenly heard Tonks' whispering voice, as clear as a whisper, as if she were standing right next to him.

"They searched the whole area but couldn't find the attacker anywhere. It looked like it attacked you and then disappeared Arthur. But was that guy definitely here? Why didn't he kill you? Sorry, but I don't think we did. Nothing to worry about." Moody's tone was urgent and angry.

"I think he took this as a warning," growled Moody. "Will he have such luck in the future? No, I think he was trying to understand the situation more clearly. If Arthur hadn't been there the man would have had more time to wander around. Look. So Porter said he saw it?"

"Yes" said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded rather disturbed. "You know Dumbledore seems to have been waiting for Harry to see something like this."

"Yes," said Moody. "There's something interesting about Harry, we all know that."

"Dumbledore seemed worried about Harry when I spoke to him this morning," Mrs. Weasley said quietly.

"Of course he's worried," Moody growled. "The boy saw it through the man's magic eye. It's obvious that Harry didn't realize what that meant but the man was controlling him -"

Harry took out his listening ear and his heart beat violently, and blood rushed to his face. He looked at the others and they were all staring at him, all still with the thread in their ears and looking terrified.

Is this why Dumbledore no longer wants to look Harry in the eye? Did he think he'd see Voldemort's gaze in Harry's eyes? Perhaps he was worried that his bright green eyes would suddenly turn scarlet and then squint at the students like a cat? Harry recalled how Voldemort once forced his snake face out of the back of Professor Quirrell's head, and then twisted Professor Quirrell's hands behind his back.

Harry wondered with dismay what it would be like if Voldemort emerged from his skull.

He felt contaminated and dirty, like he was carrying a deadly germ, and he was not worthy to be with these innocent people who were not tainted physically and mentally by Voldemort.

It felt like a plague, coming from within him.

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

"This is not a good habit." Suddenly, all the flesh-colored silk threads hanging from their ears flew away from their bodies, and before everyone could recover, several familiar faces appeared in front of everyone.

"How is Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked anxiously, "What happened? I heard Fanlin say, Harry, you saw someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and then they came here this morning. None of you are here. If Fanlin hadn't asked Dobby to tell me to wait, I would have..."

"Wait a minute, Hermione," Fan Lin said, grabbing Hermione, "Give them a chance to breathe."

"Ron?" Fan Lin looked at Harry and then at Ron, "Your father..."

"He's okay..."

"Dad has woken up, and Moody and Tonks are talking to them inside now..."

"they said……"

"Okay Ron!" Ginny said, "Maybe they guessed wrong and it was just a coincidence. Or..."

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

The door opened with a bang, revealing Mrs. Weasley inside.

"Oh, you two are here, we are waiting for you, there are things that need to be confirmed in person..." (To be continued)