Chapter 498 Ada’s Thoughts

After the therapist finished speaking, the door to the emergency room behind him opened again, and Mr. Weasley, who was lying on the hospital bed, was pushed out and pushed to an observation room nearby.

Mrs. Weasley and Bill and Ada followed immediately.

Mr. Weasley was still in a coma on the hospital bed. His face was pale, his body was wrapped in thick gauze, and his breathing was still steady.

The therapists gave some instructions and then exited the observation room. Only then could Mrs. Weasley step forward and take a good look at her husband.

The observation room was quiet. Mrs. Weasley sat beside the hospital bed, never taking her eyes off her husband; Bill stood beside his mother. While he was worried about his parents, he was also worried about his younger siblings.

Ada clung to the wall, staring at the pale ceiling, wondering what she was thinking.

The long night gradually passed, the east became pale, and a ray of dawn shone through the window of the observation room. At this time, Mr. Weasley on the hospital bed let out a slight groan and slowly opened his eyes.

Mrs. Weasley immediately stood up nervously and asked with concern. Bill strode out of the ward, and soon the two therapists followed him back to the observation room.

After the two therapists carefully checked up and down, left and right, they announced that Mr. Weasley was out of danger, but the wounds on his body still needed time to heal.

Mr. Weasley woke up, although he was still very weak, but he kept comforting his wife softly, telling her not to worry about him. Seeing that Mr. Weasley was clear-headed and in good condition, everyone put their worries back in their stomachs.

Maybe it was because he had lost too much blood and was still very weak. It didn't take long for Mr. Weasley to fall asleep again. This time Mr. Weasley's breathing was even and gentle, and much stronger than before.

Watching Mr. Weasley sleeping peacefully, Mrs. Weasley also persuaded Bill and Ada to go back to rest. After a night of anxiety, Mrs. Weasley needed a good rest, and the children at 12 Grimmauld Place were still waiting for her.

After Mrs. Weasley left, Bill shook his head and motioned for Ada to go out with him as they had something to say.

The two stood in the corridor. Bill observed his father through the small window on the door and said, "Ada, although we don't have much contact, I heard a lot about you from Charlie, Fred, and George." thing."

"They must have said a lot of bad things about me," Ada smiled, really smiling, "Charlie is a scheming villain!"

"I totally agree with that," Bill said. "Ada, if you really did something last night, tell me. We are a family and we can always figure something out."

Ada glanced at Bill, the Weasley eldest son's eyes were extremely sincere. Like Charlie, he regarded Ada as his own sister.

He kept asking not to blame, but as the eldest brother wanting to help his troubled sister.

"You are in a bad state right now, even Ron can see it." Bill continued, "I am Bill, a Bill who is smarter than Percy and Charlie."

Ada patted her cheek twice and said, "Bill, this matter is between Dumbledore and me."

He didn't say all the words, but Bill understood. Talking to smart people saves time and effort. Bill suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on Ada's head, and then forced Ada to turn towards the stairs.

"We are family, and family members will never let each other down." Bill said, "Go and eat something! Eat quickly, and come to me after you finish eating. I'm starving."

Pushed by Bill, Ada suddenly took several steps forward. When she looked back, Bill only left her with a bright smile. Seeing this smile, Ada's hesitation intensified.

Silently walking towards the tea room and shop on the sixth floor, Ada ignored the noise coming from the portraits in the corridor. These portraits simply added a bunch of symptoms to Ada and exaggerated her condition, making it almost impossible to say that she would die in the next second.

But in fact, Ada wasn't sick at all. She just didn't sleep all night and was worried.

There were not many customers in the tea room, because the taste was really not good, so they could only satisfy their hunger.

Ada walked through the empty sixth floor carrying a dinner plate, and finally sat down in a corner. There was no one around her. He picked up the sandwich on the plate and took a big bite. It was so dry that it was hard to swallow.

Putting down the unpalatable sandwich, she picked up the hot milk and took a sip.

Hot milk, as the name suggests, is hot, so Ada's tongue was burned. While fanning herself with her left hand, she touched her earlobe with her right hand that had just held the cup.

It was an incredibly difficult breakfast, full of ups and downs. As Ada destroyed the first piece of the sandwich and picked up the second, someone she didn't want to see today appeared.

Dumbledore sat opposite Ada, covered in dust.

Dumbledore didn't speak, and Ada didn't speak either. She picked up the second sandwich and took two more bites. She couldn't swallow it anymore, so she had to put it down and take out her handkerchief to clean it up.

At this time Dumbledore spoke, and he said: "Dalys told me that you came to St. Mungo's alone, and there was no cover-up."

"That's right, he walked in so arrogantly." Ada put down her handkerchief, "Very reckless."

"Is this breakfast a pleasant one?" Dumbledore asked. The headmaster could guess what Ada had done, but he hoped it was not true.

Ada looked at the half-left sandwich and said, "It's not a peace of mind, it tastes too bad. Such bad food will affect the patient's mood. If the patient is in a bad mood, it will be difficult to recover..."

Ada looked around. Of course she knew why Dumbledore came to see her, and she also knew that the principal would definitely come. I just didn’t expect it to come so early and so soon.

"What did you do?" Dumbledore asked. The principal still wanted to hear Ada's words with his own ears instead of making his own guesses.

"It's not a big deal." Ada rubbed her sleepy eyes, "I gave Fudge some gifts." She glanced at the sky outside the window again and said, "Mr. Minister should be awake by now. You should see I gave him a gift.”

After the battle, Ada used the disappearing spell to clean up the bodies of the three people in the Ministry of Magic, destroying the corpses and eliminating traces.

Without a body, even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to cause trouble, it would be hard to find an excuse. The matter should have ended here, and then there would be an endless quarrel with the Ministry of Magic over the disappearance of three employees.

But Ada didn't do this. Instead of putting an end to the matter, she made it worse.

Ada sent the three wands to Cornelius Fudge's home and placed them on the minister's bedside. Just like she used to do at the Borgin-Bock store.

The Minister was sleeping soundly, and Ada could quietly kill Cornelius Fudge, light a fire, and manually plant a flower or something outside the house.

Not only can he kill Fudge who is holding him back, but he can also frame the blame on Voldemort who is hiding in the dark. It's the best of both worlds.

But Ada didn't do that. On the one hand, the Ministry of Magic couldn't cause trouble, and on the other hand, she wanted Fudge to live and live well.

Living is Ada's punishment for Fudge.

Only by continuing to live can Mr. Minister see the return of Voldemort; only by living can Mr. Minister know how stupid he is.

Every death in this war can be blamed on Cornelius Fudge. It was his greed, his stupidity, and his weakness that killed them all. As long as he was alive, every second of the rest of Fudge's life would be torture.

"You are playing with fire, Ada," Dumbledore said. "You are provoking a confrontation between Fudge and me, which will cause unnecessary casualties. No, it has already been caused."

"Professor Dumbledore, you and I both know why Voldemort is hiding," Ada said. "The prophecy ball is one thing. On the other hand, he has just returned. He needs to recharge his batteries and recruit troops. Continue to let Fudge hold him back. , will only make this war more difficult."

"So you took this opportunity to provoke a conflict between me and him, and asked me to take action to drive him out?" Dumbledore asked.

Ada looked out the window. The morning sun was very comfortable on her body. She said: "Yes, give him a push, and push you too. Of course, it would be better if Fudge was frightened by this and directly believed that Voldemort had returned." ”

is it possible? Impossible, Ada is forcing Dumbledore. Since Dumbledore doesn't want to do it, then force him to do it.

Drive Fudge out of office, put Amelia Bones or someone else in place, and put the Ministry on the right track.