Chapter 902 St. Mungo’s Conference

"Confirm in person?"

"That's right, come in." Mrs. Weasley waved, "As for you guys, it's best to stay here honestly."

"...Okay..." Ron replied a little distractedly. At this moment, no one refuted Mrs. Weasley's words, and everyone looked at Mrs. Weasley with some restraint.

"Then wait for me here..." Fan Lin said, Hermione nodded, and then Fan Lin moved his eyes to Harry. Harry stepped back and even bumped into Ron. Didn't even react.

"I must have heard something..."

Fan Lin looked at Harry. It seemed that Harry himself could not accept his relationship with Voldemort. It felt like an untimed bomb that might explode around everyone at any time.

"let's go……"

As the door closed, it was as if two worlds were separated. One side was terrifyingly quiet, while the other side...

"What did Dumbledore say?" Sirius asked first, "Is there nothing wrong with Arthur?"

"I was under the spell of a vampire and then bitten a few times by bats, but it was nothing serious. They didn't seem to want to discover that I was the same kind. Maybe I didn't meet the vampire's aesthetic standards." Mr. Weasley said happily, " That's a thing to be thankful for, poor Diggory..."

"This wound is still bleeding..." Fan Lin said, taking out his wand, and a bottle of blood-red potion flew out from the tip of the wand.

"There is a problem with wounds caused by vampires. They secrete some neurotoxins, which hinder wound healing, and...Mr. Weasley, you are..."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Weasley pointed to his wound, just as Fan Lin's magic potion was poured into the air, it was like pouring water on the hot furnace wall, and the slightest sound accompanied by the steam instantly It rose.

"Oh, this... silk..." Mr. Weasley took a sharp breath, his face turned red, and he clenched his teeth as if not to prevent himself from making any sound.

In fact, he did it, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Oh, thank you...but...but this is really uncomfortable..." Mr. Weasley said, looking even weaker.

Fan Lin shook his head and removed layer after layer of bandages. Visible to the naked eye, the healing medicine that had not worked before finally took effect at this moment. The wound began to heal, at least in a short period of time, it had scabbed.

Although this made Mr. Weasley look very scary, there was no doubt that it also accelerated Mr. Weasley's departure from St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Oh, this is really great..."

After regaining his strength slightly, Mr. Weasley seemed very happy, "It looks like we can go back to Sirius before Christmas in an honest way."

"You should pay attention to rest," Fan Lin said, "There are still some problems with this medicine. It is too painful to remove the state. I think you will be weak for about a month. However, there should be no tasks for you to continue. Dealt with it.”

Mrs. Weasley leaned against the bedside worriedly, holding one hand tightly with Mr. Weasley's.

"Where did you get this medicine?" Sirius looked at the bottle in Fan Lin's hand with interest.

"Professor Snape also saw it not long ago. I made it when there was no problem." Fan Lin said, putting everything away with a flip of his hands.

"That hooked nose!"

"Yes, I gave him a formula." Fan Lin said, not paying attention to the strange expression on Sirius' face.

"He still has some uses..."

"Okay, now that Arthur's problem has been solved, don't discuss any personal grudges here..." Moody tapped the ground twice with his staff, and everyone fell silent immediately.

"So, let's talk about the boy."

"Oh, I was just going to ask..." Sirius said quickly, "What on earth do Professor Dumbledore think? Is this what he has been waiting for?"

"There is no doubt that the boy can be linked to that person's mind. There is no doubt that this is a dangerous snake..."

"Dangerous snake?" Sirius seemed a little angry, "This is not Harry."

"Of course not, but it is undeniable that Voldemort can observe us through Harry. Facts have proved that Dumbledore is right. We cannot have too much contact or disclosure with that boy, just in case..."

"Voldemort can't pry into the memory," Fan Lin interrupted Moody's speech. "Unless Harry makes an unreserved contribution, pulling Curry Rice's consciousness or coming over by himself is already the limit. As for taking photos, With telekinesis magic, it's difficult for him to use Harry's magic to read Harry ""himself?"

"It's not impossible..." Moody said stubbornly, "No one can guarantee what will happen with soul magic."

"We must find a way to stop it, instead of discussing how Harry has problems here." Mrs. Weasley said angrily.

"However, we have to make one thing clear," Fan Lin said in a deep voice. "Being able to serve as Harry's consciousness carrier means that Voldemort was at the Ministry of Magic that night. So, what does he want?"

"Department of Mysteries, prophecy crystal ball!" Moody paused slightly, "He wants to... take action against us."

"That's right, I didn't expect..." Sirius felt a little heavy in his heart, "But we are still sure."

"This is not the time to deceive ourselves. We still don't even know where Voldemort is. We only know that he is in England now. So, here..."

"Azkaban!" Moody said suddenly, "We must give the Ministry of Magic a heads up."

"They won't believe it." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "Those Dementors, they will only obey Voldemort, no matter where is more suitable for them."

"Okay, let's solve Harry's problem, one by one."

"What is Dumbledore going to do? Harry will be controlled by Voldemort. This subconscious influence..."

"If nothing else, it should be Occlumency." Fan Lin said, "However, I highly doubt whether this will work, or Harry's willpower... I once taught him, but... "

"Then leave it to Severus, he is the master of Occlumency..." Moody said.

"The hooked nose?"

"How about you teach me?"

"Oh, well, it's him..." Sirius was a little reluctant.

"Don't worry, Severus is the best choice, and, if nothing else, this is Dumbledore's arrangement..." (To be continued)