Chapter 537??Sweet Bear??

In Umbridge's office at Hogwarts, Emily Harris stands in front of several vases filled with dried flowers, tilts her head and looks at the decorative plates hanging on the opposite wall, each plate has a color Big, bright cats each with a different bow around their necks.

"The aesthetics of our professor is... um... unique." Pansy came to Emily's side with her arms folded, followed Emily's gaze, and rarely expressed her point of view in a tactful tone.

"That black cat is still very cute." Emily pointed to a plate hanging on the far side. The black cat raised its ears and stared at everyone who looked at it with glowing green eyes. people.

Pan Xi turned away after taking a look. Compared with this cat, at least the cats with bows in front could be called cute.

Emily quietly sat on the chair under the cat, observing the wizards who had entered the room—all of them were pure blood, many of them were members of the intensive training class, and their families were quite wealthy.

"Good evening." Umbridge's voice was cloyingly sweet, "Everyone find a place to sit down first."

She walked up to Emily's side, lovingly touched Emily's hair who was sitting on the chair, and in the black heart occupied by cruelty and power, she had a rare feeling of really teasing the sweet-looking little girl in front of her. Thought, "What would you give me if I gave you a basket of hugs?"

"A basket of kisses." Emily gave Umbridge a sweet and perfect smile, her crescent-shaped eyes made the tail of her eyelashes look extra long.

"Oh, my dear Sweetie Bear." Umbridge looked like she was about to pounce on Emily who was still a little baby fat and give her a big hug, but she restrained herself and winked at Emily, Going behind her desk, there was a thick, sturdy iron bolt nailed to the wall behind the desk, and Harry's Firebolt was chained to the bolt and locked.

Pansy, who was beside Emily, noticed that Emily's black calfskin boots hidden under the magic robe were constantly tapping the ground, looking a little impatient.

"Welcome, the best young wizards of Hogwarts," Umbridge raised his head, raised his hands as if to hug them, and poured a glass for each of the young wizards. Like her own too sweet black tea, "After the Christmas holiday, we will form an investigation team, and you are the students I personally selected. You all support the Ministry of Magic. If you want, please accept my invitation I very much look forward to having you as part of the investigative operations team."

Umbridge was satisfied to see that everyone's eyes were on her. She enjoyed the feeling of being noticed and valued. Although these people in front of her were just little wizards who had not graduated, behind them The power and wealth they represent cannot be ignored by anyone, and their future is bound to be infinitely bright.

"If you join the investigation team, you will have the same power as the professors. You can requisition the Quidditch field and functional classrooms at will; in order to correct the school spirit and discipline, you can also deduct the marks of other students." With Wu After Mbridge's words fell, even the small heads of Crabbe and Goyle, who were eating the tea prepared by Umbridge, realized the benefits of participating-the members would each have the power of a prefect.

After leaving Umbridge's company, Pansy deliberately spoke to Gore Crabbe, but in fact, she wanted to express her loyalty to Harris through Emily's mouth: "Umbridge deliberately avoided Ms. Granger, the manager of the intensive training class left behind by Allen, seems to have cared a lot about Miss Granger's attitude in the Professor Lupine incident last time, but it was a naive idea. , the members of our training class will be at odds because of this.”

Emily obviously didn't take Pansy's words seriously because of her age. She turned her head and said to Gore and Crabbe behind her, "She made too much sugar in the tea, by the way, do you know that the tea itself is Was it discovered by accident?"

Gore was a little embarrassed when asked: "I don't know,

There are so many things I don't know. "

"In ancient times, when someone was boiling water in his garden, a leaf from the tea tree fell into the pot." The petite Emily looked up at the big Gore, and explained to him in a friendly tone.

Crabbe on the side looked a little surprised: "Does tea come from trees?"

Emily raised one small eyebrow in doubt: "Where did you think it came from?"

Crabbe also looked down at Emily in doubt: "Grocery store?"

Christmas is fast approaching, and the waiting room at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is in a festive mood: Bright crystal bubbles turn red and gold like giant Christmas baubles, twinkling. Holly hung over every doorway, and Christmas trees enchanted with snow and icicles shone in every corner, with a twinkling gold star on top.

? Arthur Weasley was leaning on the bed with the leftover turkey meal on his lap, with a sheep-like expression on his face. Mrs. Molly Weasley took a look at him as she put away her plate, and suddenly let out a horrible sound somewhere between a scream and a growl.

"Arthur!" She ripped off Mr. Arthur Weasley's hospital gown, revealing the centipede-like wound stitched up with thread, and her voice was as crisp as the sound of a mousetrap, " What is this, your bandage?"

"Huh?" Mr. Weasley seemed frightened, pulling the sheet over his chest, "Oh—don't be mad, Molly, Augustus Pye told me the cure was called stitches, Mo Li, it is a combination of Muggle and wizard medical methods"

"Muggle?" Mrs. Weasley said each word louder. "Are you using Muggle remedies?"

"No nonsense, Molly, dear," said Mr. Weasley pleadingly, "it's just - it's just Pye and I wanting to try this new cure from St. Mungo's."

Mrs. Weasley sneered, "But, Arthur, you're not so stupid as to use a Muggle—"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Our suture therapy was recently developed by the Umbrella Company, based on the combination of Muggles and wizards' medical methods. The sutures will disappear naturally after the wound is healed." , at least it is much better than the traditional treatment in healing the wounds of snake venom." A handsome young man with brown curly hair who still looked immature said to Mrs. Weasley.

This made it impossible for Molly to comment on Arthur's wound.

"Mom, is Percy still unwilling to come at this time?" Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Ron wanted to change the subject, but this stupid question made Mrs. Weasley, who was still watching her husband stitch the wound, burst into tears. It just flowed down, she turned her head away, wiped her tears, and choked up, "He said he won't come back for the holiday."

"Sorry ma'am, please let me go. After I check the wound, you can be discharged from the hospital." Augustus Pai felt that it was better to finish his work as soon as possible.

After the examination, the twin brothers helped Arthur Weasley out of the hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley quickly packed up their belongings. While going downstairs, they came across a witch with a walnut stuffed in her left nostril.

"In St. Mungo's you see all sorts of weird injuries." George shrugged. "Women with hairy faces, men with sallow faces talking to themselves with scowls."

Ginny was a little uncomfortable listening to the twins describe their adventure in the hospital, and she also saw a lot of strange-looking patients.

"Mom, we also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandma." After finishing speaking, seeing Mrs. Weasley's disapproving gaze, George quickly changed the subject, "I also saw a patient with pox , the skin on his face looks a bit like Ron's, it's pretty ugly."

"Who are you calling unattractive? I just have freckles on my face!" Ron's ears were flushed.