Chapter 850 Little Grace

"But the most pitiful thing is Mr. Ron Weasley. This child was poisoned twice in a row, and he was injured from a fall. He almost died." Romilda Vane turned to Ron on the hospital bed.

"You must be proud of teaching such a student, Horace." Dumbledore looked at Professor Slughorn, and then turned his gaze back to Hermione, "Miss Granger, you're thinking too hard. Hurry up, I want to get a temporary detoxifying cow dung stone."

The distracted Slughorn was taken aback when he heard his name, "Huh? Yes, yes, very proud."

"Fortunately, it happened at Professor Slughorn's place..." Hermione didn't participate in Harry and Ginny's repeated discussion about how Ron was poisoned, but gritted her teeth, looking a little terrified at the sight of herself clinking a glass of wine Hand, if this happened to other professors, it would be too late.

"We all agree that Miss Granger's behavior is astute. The question is, why did this happen?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Yeah, why? The wine looks like a gift, Horace." Dumbledore walked towards Slughorn and took the beautifully wrapped bottle from him, "Do you remember Who gave it to you?"

"Actually, I was going to give this away." Slughorn's voice was dignified, with a trace of panic.

"May I ask who it was given to?" Dumbledore looked at Slughorn's dejected look and put the wine to his nose and sniffed it: "In addition, if this wine is not poisoned, the fragrance of licorice and cherries Still tempting."

Snape took the bottle from Dumbledore's hand and sniffed it too.

"For you, Headmaster." Following Slughorn's answer, all eyes turned to Dumbledore, and Slughorn looked up to the upper left and muttered in horror, " I just felt that something was wrong... The fact is undeniable, I am an old man, and it is normal to have a poor memory. Now that I think about it, the direction of the wine bottle label seems to be really wrong. But I really don't understand, who would want to harm Me or Dumbledore? Maybe he doesn't know me well."

Their conversation also leads to discussions with Harry and Ginny next to Ron.

"Who would want to kill Professor Slughorn?"

"Dumbledore thought Voldemort was trying to pull Slughorn over," Harry whispered to Ginny. "Slughorn had been hiding for a long time before coming to Hogwarts. And..." he thought The memory that Dumbledore has not yet obtained from Slughorn, "Maybe Voldemort wanted to get rid of him, thinking he might be valuable to Dumbledore."

"But Slughorn said he was going to give the bottle of wine to Dumbledore as a gift," Ginny reminded her boyfriend, "so the poisoner might have targeted Dumbledore as well."

Harry stole a glance at Snape, who also seemed annoyed: "I think it's Pan...huh?"

"Hermione..."

Harry and Ginny glanced at Ron, then looked at each other in surprise, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Hermione, who was teaching over there. He was a little embarrassed, and Ron, who was in a coma, said in a mosquito-like voice. Hermione's name, but his current girlfriend is Lavender Brown-fortunately, only Harry and Ginny who were beside him heard him whispering.

The door of the ward flung open again, and Hagrid led the Weasleys in strides in, with rain in their hair and a bearskin coat flapping behind them, with a crossbow in hand, stepping on the ground as big as a dolphin. mud footprints.

After a hasty greeting to the professors, Mrs. Weasley walked towards the hospital bed. Mrs. Weasley grabbed Harry and hugged him tightly.

"Dumbledore told us you saved him with a bezoar," she sobbed. "Oh, Harry, what shall we say? You saved Ginny... Arthur... and now Ron ..."

"No...I didn't..." Harry was so squeezed that he was almost out of breath, he blushed and said awkwardly, "Actually, Hermione found that bezoar and threw it to me..."

"Yes, there's also Hermione!" Molly responded and hurried to catch Hermione.

"Really, now that I think about it, it seems that you saved half of our family's lives, at least you participated in it..." Mr. Weasley said, his throat was a little tight, "I can only say, Luo It was a lucky day, Harry, to decide to sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express."

Harry didn't know how to answer, but Madam Pomfrey hurriedly ran over from the bed next to him to save him: "A hospital bed cannot have more than six visitors at the same time!"

"There's not six of us," Ginny pointed out.

"Oh... yes..." Madam Pomfrey seemed to have mistook the huge Hagrid for several people, and in order to cover up her mistake, she hurried to remove his muddy footprints with her wand.

The door of the ward opened again, and Alan, who walked in from the door of the school infirmary, made Harry and Ginny a little embarrassed to look at him because of Ron's murmur.

The disheveled Anka was squatting on Alan's shoulder, combing his feathers of different lengths and lengths with a sharp beak in vain.

Allen first greeted Dumbledore and other professors out of courtesy, and then asked: "I heard that many students have been admitted to the school hospital after taking the love potion, so come here and see what's going on. They are all right. Bar?"

It happened in Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall felt a little shameless, but she explained the specific process to Ellen again. After all, it was Hermione who did not have any major problems.

"What a pity, I originally said that I wanted to take Ron to meet an old friend he had met before..." Allen shook his head, then turned to Dumbledore and said in a concentrated voice, "Principal Dumbledore, recently the mysterious People seem to be acting more frequently and recklessly, do you think we need the cooperation of the Ministry of Magic to send more Aurors to Hogwarts to guard Hogwarts in order to avoid similar incidents?"

Dumbledore stared at Allen and seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally refused: "Thank you for your suggestion, Professor Harris. But I think this is just an accident. Their target is actually me. After all, Hogwarts It's the school, not the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic shouldn't be wasting too much manpower, they still have the whole of Britain to protect..."

Slughorn's hands were clasped together, his jaw was slightly closed, his eyes were fixed on Allen, his lips moved, but he closed his mouth again.

"If you need it, you can always tell me. You know that the Umbrella Company can also help in this area..." Dumbledore's refusal did not affect Alan. Min, "Excuse me...I'm sorry..."

Seeing Alan approaching, Molly finally let Hermione go tactfully, greeted Alan a few times, thanked her again, and returned to the hospital bed.

Allen walked up to Hermione and observed Hermione's expression: "Hermione, your face is so ugly, has the love potion been removed yet?"

"I'm fine Alan, I've already taken the antidote, but I'm a little tired." Seeing Alan's worried look, Hermione patted Alan's arm to comfort him.

"Xiao Enen!" A voice seemed to be turning back and forth, a voice that was so sweet that it gave people goosebumps suddenly sounded in the room. Lavender Brown, who had taken the love potion before, finally regained her clarity. She ignored the presence The eyes of the others saw Ron Weasley lying on the hospital bed with an exaggerated head turning and probing posture, leaped over the other Weasleys and Harry, and shouted in a fuss, "My little Enn What's wrong?! Did he call to see me?!"

Harry and Arthur looked at each other awkwardly, and Mrs. Morley frowned like her daughter.

Lavender Brown didn't notice the strangeness in their emotions, her facial features seemed to be wrinkled together, and she called out in horror: "Little Enen, my little sweetheart, what's wrong with you?!"

"He's been poisoned!" Ginny replied, unable to bear it any longer.

Ron on the hospital bed shook his head slightly at this time, and Lavender Brown pushed Ginny away with a flick of his hip, and held Ron's hand. He cried happily: "See? He sensed me coming!"

After finishing speaking, she called out to Ron affectionately: "Don't worry about little Enen, I'm here, I'm here." She put Ron's hand on her face.

The little farce here also attracted the attention of the professors nearby. Professor McGonagall really pursed his lips, hesitating whether he should stop the greasy behavior in front of him.

"Oh, the taste of love, it's always so touching, it's nice to be young, you can smile and express your love freely." Dumbledore clasped his hands in front of him and praised.

Professor Snape looked at them, as if he had swallowed a head of garlic raw.

"Okay, everyone go." Dumbledore called, "Mr. Weasley has been taken care of."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore took the lead and walked out, and the students who drank the antidote of the love potion also left one after another. Their level did not need to be hospitalized for observation.

Only Lavender Brown was holding Ron's hand, standing by the bed with a happy face, as if she could do something for Ron, and it was her great pride and honor to take care of Ron herself—she fully expressed her feelings It was only later that the remaining Weasley members were found, and they greeted them familiarly.