Chapter 475 The Young Dragon Who Was Trying to Gather Information Raised the Price (1/2)

Chapter 475 The young dragon who was seeking information raised the price

Hermione immediately became interested. Aaron actually asked for help.

"Tell me about it. If it's too difficult, I can't help you."

"It's very simple. It can even be said to be a piece of cake.

I just want you to buy a batch of food, vegetables, fruits, and various meats for me."

Hearing this, Hermione's eyes twitched, "I don't understand what you want these for?"

"I have a friend who likes to lock himself in the room when he studies magic. These foods are prepared for him." Aaron said without blushing.

Friends are like thoughts, and he was telling the truth.

"Really?" Hermione asked half-doubtfully.

"It's true. I promise I didn't lie to you." Aaron said as he picked up Abe. "The money you need is in its pocket. You can buy as much as you can within a thousand Galleons.

Just give it to it after you buy it. I've upgraded its pocket several times, so it can definitely hold more.

In return, you can take it to the hospital to heal Mr. Weasley, but don't let anyone else see it."

"That's not appropriate!" Hermione's mouth corners unconsciously rose, and her voice was a little insincere. Obviously, she supported Aaron's decision very much.

"It's just to heal Mr. Weasley, it's not a big deal.

But you have to take good care of it for me. Don't let it starve, but don't spoil it either. I hope its weight won't change after the holiday."

Hermione nodded blankly, and then carried Abe to Hogsmeade Station.

......

After Aaron went back, he told the thought body about his plan, and as expected, he received a cold eye from the other party.

"Let Abe go to get the news. How did you come up with such an unreliable idea?"

"It's just a whim!" Aaron poured himself a glass of wine calmly, "The Dark Lord's activities are becoming more frequent, and he has begun to attack members of the Order of the Phoenix.

This is a sign of the start of war. In this case, we need enough intelligence to have the capital to stay out of it."

"That's true, but Dumbledore is not unaware of Abe's identity. In addition, we know the dragon language, so he will definitely guess our purpose."

"But he won't stop us, right?" Aaron said meaningfully, "On the contrary, as long as he wants to drag us into the water, he won't hide anything from us.

And Abe is already five years old. He can't always be with us as a dragon baby. Now it's a test for him to collect intelligence openly.

Besides, we didn't get this information for free. Saving Arthur Weasley's life is a fair trade."

The next day, a Knight Bus stopped at Grimmauld Place.

Hermione staggered down and took a few deep breaths of fresh air to stop the urge to vomit.

Unlike Muggle cars, magic buses have no other advantages except speed, and the experience is more than ten times worse than portkeys and apparition.

She took Abe into the headquarters of the Phoenix, No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George were taking care of the injured Arthur at St. Mungo's Hospital. Only Sirius, Ron, Harry, and Ginny stayed at the headquarters.

Sirius saw Hermione come in, and a hint of joy flashed across his face.

He is still wanted by the Ministry of Magic and cannot go out and show up, so he can only stay at the headquarters.

The official members of the Phoenix Order are busy completing Dumbledore's tasks. He can't do anything, and he will inevitably feel lonely and depressed after a long time.

Fortunately, Arthur was injured, and the Weasley family will live here during his hospitalization, which makes him feel the long-lost bustle and his mood is much brighter.

"Welcome, I thought you would go home for Christmas!"

"I told my parents, they allowed me to come here for Christmas."

"Great." Sirius was overjoyed, but the next moment he noticed Abe squatting next to Hermione, "Does Aaron know you brought it here?"

"He was the one who gave Abe to me."

"That's good." Sirius looked at Abe, who was harmless and behaved very well, and inexplicably felt a little wary in his heart, but he didn't care too much.

"Is Mr. Weasley still in St. Mungo's Hospital?"

"Arthur is seriously injured. You can visit him tomorrow and bring him a Christmas present. Also..." Sirius paused and said in a low voice: "Harry is not in a good mood. I didn't see him come out during dinner. Maybe you can persuade him for me."

Hearing this, Hermione frowned slightly, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know. He has been like this since he came back from the hospital with Ron and the others. He hides and doesn't see anyone."

"I'll go and see."

Hermione came to the room on the third floor, where Harry's bedroom was arranged.

However, Harry was not seen after opening the door. Ron and Ginny were lying on the bed boredly, and the other was flipping through the Daily Prophet carelessly.

"Hermione." Ginny looked at her with some joy, then set her eyes on Abe and asked in surprise: "Why did you bring it here?"

"Aaron gave it to me. Maybe it can heal Mr. Weasley."

"Yes! I almost forgot that it has healing abilities." Ron reacted and looked at Abe with some expectation.

"Is Harry not here?"

"He is on the fifth floor with Buckbeak."

"What's going on?"

"We overheard some secrets when we visited Dad yesterday." Ron said hesitantly, "Harry seems to think that he is possessed by the mysterious man. He thinks he has become the snake that attacked my dad.

Now he doesn't want to see anyone because he can't accept it, and he is probably afraid of hurting us!"

"This is nonsense." Hermione said angrily and amusedly.

"We think so, but he doesn't think so." Ron said helplessly, "If it weren't for Principal Phineas's message from Dumbledore asking him to stay here, he might have sneaked away long ago."

"Wait a moment, I'll let him down.

He needs a little encouragement, and locking himself in the room won't do."

Hermione went up to the fifth floor and knocked on the door.

"I know you're here, come out and talk, okay?"

After a while, Harry opened the door, looking extremely haggard.

"Why are you here? And you brought it with you?"

"I plan to spend Christmas here, and Abe can heal Mr. Weasley.

We can try tomorrow, but before that we have to talk about your problem." Hermione said unhappily, "You just had a dream, and it's not like you haven't had this kind of nightmare before."

"It's different this time." Harry shook his head with a wry smile, "I've never felt so clearly, as if I turned into a snake, saw Mr. Weasley through the snake's eyes, and then... bit him.

If Voldemort used magic to take me out of the school School, shipped to London, then..."

"Then you shouldn't be standing here alive." Hermione gave him a caring look, "I have said more than once that you can't Apparate in Hogwarts, even Voldemort can't take you out of the castle."

"This..." Harry was stunned for a moment, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Hermione said very confidently, "You should go to the third floor now, Ron and Ginny are very worried about you."

Harry was a little relieved, followed Hermione back to the third floor, and felt awkward when he saw Ron and Ginny.

"Hermione did a good job, you finally came to see us." Ron said sarcastically.

"It's you who didn't come to see me." Harry said guiltily.

Ron rolled his eyes, not wanting to argue with him on this matter, "Dude, I mean you were rolling around in bed before I woke you up, your worry is totally unnecessary."

"I was possessed by You-Know-Who too," Ginny said, "I didn't realize what I was doing at that time, but you can remember everything you did."

"Ah this..."

Harry was speechless, but his heart became extremely relieved.

Things were not as bad as he thought, Voldemort would not control him to hurt others.

......

The next day, they received a bunch of Christmas gifts.

The festive atmosphere was particularly strong in Grimmauld Place. Sirius was particularly happy because his house was full of people, and he even couldn't help humming a song.

In contrast, Molly Weasley was a little depressed. She prepared Christmas gifts for the children as in previous years, and everyone else happily accepted them, but Percy returned the gifts, and didn't even ask about his father's injury, as if he was determined to draw a line with them.

After lunch, Harry, Hermione and the Weasley family went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries accompanied by Moody and Lupin.

Through an ugly glass window, they entered the hospital lobby.

Mrs. Weasley took them up to the second floor and stopped at the second door on the right.

In the ward, Mr. Weasley leaned on a few pillows and read today's Daily Prophet, with the leftover turkey meal on his legs. He looked very good.

"You are here." Mr. Weasley saw everyone and his face was immediately filled with a happy smile, "Merry Christmas, what gifts did you receive?

Harry, the screwdriver and fuse you gave me are really great."

Harry was about to speak when he was interrupted by the angry Mrs. Weasley, "Arthur, why did you change your bandage? Didn't they say to change it tomorrow?"

"Uh... this, that...

Don't be angry, Molly, it was actually Augustus Pye who came up with the idea. The trainee therapist in this ward has some research on Muggle treatment methods, so..."

"So you tried the Muggle method on yourself." Mrs. Weasley said word by word, which made Arthur Weasley, who was already seriously injured, shudder.

Gulp!

Mr. Weasley swallowed hard, "This is called suturing. The principle seems to be to sew up the wound with thread."

"What? When did you become so stupid?"

"That..." Hermione said weakly, "Can I say something first?"

"Of course, child." Mrs. Weasley immediately changed to a smiling face.

"Sutures are still very effective for non-magical wounds. Maybe the snake venom melted the thread."

"You heard it, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said coldly, "I don't need to remind you what a non-magical wound is!"

"So we brought it." Ron said with some pride, "It will definitely heal Dad."

"Shut up, Ron, I will never allow you to try any messy things on your father."

"But, Mom..." Ron was about to explain when he was glared back by Harry.

This is not Mr. Weasley's exclusive ward. In addition to him, there are two other patients. One was bitten by a werewolf and was depressed, and the other was a witch bitten by an unknown creature.

If they saw Abe's ability, who knows what would happen.

This is a hospital after all. If the healers knew that there was a magical animal with healing power here, they might not be able to leave today.

"Fred, George." Harry said, "Can you draw two curtains? We have to use special methods to treat Mr. Weasley, so that others can't see."

The two brothers who were watching their mother and father with gloating noticed Harry's serious eyes and immediately patted their chests and promised: "No problem."

"Wait for us for a while, and come back soon."

"No need to be so troublesome." Moody directly took out his wand and conjured two partitions to divide the ward into three areas.

"Thank you, Professor."

"If you have something to say, please tell me now. Although I have blocked the sound here, I don't know when anyone will come."

"Wait a moment, what special method?" Mrs. Weasley asked puzzledly.

"You will know in a moment. I assure you that the possibility of success is very high. Even if it fails, it will not have any bad impact on Mr. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley did not ask any more questions. Harry looked at Hermione, or more precisely, at Abe in her arms.

"It's up to you." Hermione put Abe on the bed, "Let's start!"

However, Abe pouted proudly, and looked at the turkey meal on Mr. Weasley's legs with innocent eyes.

"What does it mean?" Ginny asked in confusion, "Where is the treatment you agreed to!"

"Obviously." Hermione sighed speechlessly, "Eat first, then work."

"One may not be enough." Ron said far-fetchedly, "It has a big appetite."

Abe nodded seriously, then raised his right paw, and five silver claws appeared in front of everyone.

"Five turkeys?" Hermione couldn't help smacking her lips, "No, Aaron told me not to let you eat too much, what if you get fat?"

Abe was unmoved. The world is big, the master is the most important, and besides the master, eating is the most important.

It finally left the supervision of the master, and the bad butler Jeans was not there. If it didn't take this opportunity to satisfy its appetite, it would be sorry for its stomach.

"No problem, I promise." Harry said immediately, isn't it just five turkeys? Compared with curing Mr. Weasley, it's nothing.