Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 108 St. Mungo's Magical Hospital

Everyone slept through the morning, except Harry.He went upstairs into the bedroom where he and Ron had spent the last weeks of the summer.Ron crawled into bed and fell asleep within a few minutes, while Harry sat in his clothes, curled up against the cold metal bed rails, deliberately making himself uncomfortable, determined not to doze off, lest he would become sleepy again. Snake, wakes up to find he attacked Ron, or swims to another room?When Ron woke up, Harry pretended that he too had a good night's sleep.When going downstairs, Harry saw Hilbert eating breakfast, and Kreacher waited on him attentively. When he saw that his mouth was stuffed with a lot of food and he choked on hiccups, Harry couldn't help it. Laughed out loud.Kreacher glanced back contemptuously.After Hilbert finished his meal, he greeted Mrs. Weasley and Sirius, then dragged his suitcase and left here to return to his home.

At lunchtime their luggage was brought in from Hogwarts so they could go to St. Mungo's in Muggle clothes.Everyone except Harry was jovial, talking and laughing, and changed from their robes to jeans and sweatshirts.Seeing Tonks and Mad-Eye who came to show them the way, everyone happily made fun of Mad-Eye for wearing the bowler hat on his head to block the magic eye, and told him that this would make Don with short and bright red hair again. Kex was less noticeable on the subway.This is true.

Tonks was interested in Harry's dream about Mr. Weasley being bitten by a snake, and Harry didn't want to talk about it at all.

"You don't have prophetic blood in your family, do you?" she asked curiously, as they sat side by side in the carriage, rattling toward the city center. "No," said Harry, feeling insulted at the thought of Professor Trelawney. "No," Tonks mused to himself, "I don't think you're really making a prophecy, are you? You don't see the future, you see the present?? Weird, isn't it? But useful? "

Harry didn't answer, luckily they arrived, in the center of London.He pushed Fred and George into behind Tonks as they got out of the car.They all followed her up the escalator, Moody thumping last, bowler hat pulled low, a large rough hand gripping his wand between the buttons of his jacket.Feeling the veiled eye staring at him, Harry asked St. Mungo where he was hiding, afraid to bring up the dream again.

"Not far from here," grumbled Moody.They walked out into the cold street, a broad street lined with shops full of Christmas customers.Moody pushed Harry forward and pushed himself back.Harry knew the eyes under the brim were moving around. "It wasn't easy to find a good site for a hospital, there wasn't enough land in Diagon Alley, and it couldn't be built underground like the Ministry of Magic - it wasn't hygienic. They ended up getting a place here on the grounds that patients could come and go in the crowd ?”

He grabbed Harry by the shoulder to keep them from being swept away by a crowd of shoppers who apparently only wanted to squeeze into the electronics store next door.

"Here we are," Moody said after a while.

In front of me was an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looked dilapidated and deserted. There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, with wigs crooked, in different poses, and clothes from at least ten years ago.Big "Closed for Renovation" signs hung on the dusty doors.Harry heard a tall woman with bags say to her companion, "This place never opened?"

"Here," Tonks beckoned them to a window display containing only one particularly ugly doll, with false eyelashes falling out, in a green nylon dress. "Is everything ready?"

Everyone nodded and moved closer to her.Moody gave Harry another push on the back to move him forward.Tonks leaned closer to the window, looked up at the ugly dummy, his breath blurred the glass, "Hello? Let's see Arthur Weasley."

For a split second, Harry thought Tonks was funny, talking in such a small voice through the glass, how could the dummy hear the people passing by on the street and the cars so loud.Then he remembered that the dummy could never hear.But then he opened his mouth wide in surprise, and saw the dummy nodded slightly and waved its fingers that were connected together.Tonks grabbed Ginny and Mrs Weasley's arms and disappeared straight through the glass.

Fred, George and Ron went in too.Harry looked at the bustling crowd, it seemed that no one had the time to glance at the ugly window of Taotao Company, and no one noticed that the six people had just melted into the air in front of him.

"Come on," Moody said gruffly, poking Harry again.They walked forward together, as if they had passed through a layer of cold water, but came out warm and dry on the opposite side.

Both the ugly dummy and the place she stood on were gone.It was as if they had arrived at a crowded waiting room, rows of wizards and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs, some normal-looking, reading back issues of Witch Weekly, others horribly deformed, like long An extra hand grew out of the elephant's trunk or chest.The room was not much quieter than the street, for many patients made very strange noises.A sweaty witch in the middle of the front row was fanning a copy of the Daily Prophet, whistling and steaming.A slovenly wizard in a corner jingled like a clock, and at each sound his head wobbled horribly, and he had to hold it by his ears to steady it.

Wizards and wizards in green robes moved among the waiting list, asking questions and making notes on clipboards like Umbridge's.Harry noticed the emblem embroidered on their chests: a cross of wands and bones.

"Are they doctors?" he whispered to Ron.

"Doctor?" Ron seemed taken aback. "Muggle lunatics who cut people up? No, they're healers."

"This way!" cried Mrs. Weasley, over the clink of the wizard in the corner.They lined up with her, a fat blond witch sat at a table marked "Information Desk", the wall behind her was covered with notices and posters, such as cleaning the cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poison, the cure is not Indiscriminate use should be approved by a qualified therapist.

There is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver curls, which is marked: Dai Lisi De Wente St. Mungo Healer (1722-1741) Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768) Dai Lisi is looking carefully Harry and the others seemed to be counting the number of people. When she met Harry's gaze, she blinked slightly, stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.A young wizard at the head of the line was dancing a strange jig, crying out in pain as he tried to explain his plight to the witch behind the table.

"It's the-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo —can’t take it off—” He hopped his feet alternately, as if dancing on hot coals.

"The shoes don't hinder your reading, do they?" The blond witch pointed impatiently at the big sign on the left side of the table. "You have to go to the Spell and Injury Department on the fifth floor. The sign says that. Next!" The wizard jumped Leaning aside, Harry and the others moved forward a few steps.Harry read the sign: Artifact Accidents - First Floor (Crucible Explosion, Wand Fire, Broom Collision, etc.) Biological Harm - Second Floor (Stings, Burns, Implants, etc.) Strange Infection - Third Floor (Dragon pox, vanishing syndrome, lymphatic fungal inflammation and other infectious diseases) Pharmacy and plant poisoning department - fourth floor (rash, nausea, endless laughter, etc.) Spell damage department - fifth floor (curse that cannot be removed, Using the wrong spell, etc.) Tea room and shop - [-]th floor If you don't know which subject to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionist is willing to help.

An aging wizard with a trumpet-shaped hearing aid slowly moved forward: "I'm here to see Broderick Bird!" he said wheezingly. "Ward 49, but I'm afraid you're wasting your time," the witch replied casually, "He's completely confused and thinks he's a teapot! Next!" A tired-looking wizard clutched his little daughter's ankle , a pair of large feathered wings growing from the back of her jumpsuit flapped beside his head. "Fifth floor." The witch said tiredly without asking, and the man walked out through the double doors next to him holding his daughter, like holding a strange balloon, "Next!" Mrs. Weasley walked to the table forward. "Hello, my husband Arthur Weasley changed wards this morning, may I ask—?" "Arthur Weasley?" "The witch looked down a long list with her finger," oh, the second floor, the second door on the right, Dellewellyn Ward. ""Thanks. said Mrs Weasley, 'Come with me. "

They followed her through double doors and down a narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous healers and crystal bubbles filled with candles that floated from the ceiling like giant soap bubbles.There were wizards in green robes coming in and out at each door, a yellow stench came out of one door, and faint wailing was heard from time to time.They went up the stairs and into the Biotrauma Unit, and the second door from the right read "Dangerous" Dellewellyn Ward: Severe Bite.On the lower card in a brass frame, there is a handwritten inscription: Principal Healer: Hibercrates Messeck; Trainee Therapist: Augustus Pai.

"Let's wait outside, Molly," Tonks said. "Arthur can't see too many people at once? The family should be the first."

Mad-Eye grunted approvingly, and leaned his back against the wall, his eyes twirling.Harry flinched back, too, but Mrs Weasley reached out and pushed him through the door, saying, "Don't be silly, Harry, Arthur wanted to thank you?"

The ward was small and dark, save for a narrow window high up on the wall opposite the door.The light is mainly provided by crystal bubbles gathered in the center of the ceiling.On the oak-panelled wall hung a portrait of a sinister wizard with the inscription: Uktraharrow (1612-1697), Inventor of the Evisceration Curse.

There are only three patients.Mr. Weasley's hospital bed was at the far end of the room, next to the small window.Harry was relieved to see him reclining on some pillows, reading the Daily Prophet by the only ray of sunlight that fell on his bed.He looked up as they passed, and when he saw who it was, he smiled happily.

"Hello!" he called, throwing the Daily Prophet aside. "Molly, Bill just left for work, but he said he'd see you."

"How are you, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked, leaning over to kiss his cheek, looking worriedly into his face. "You look a bit haggard."

"I feel fine," said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, wrapping his good arm around Ginny. "If they can take the bandages off, I can go home."

"Why not, Dad?" Fred asked.

"Because I bleed profusely every time I remove it," Mr. Weasley said lightly, reaching for the wand on the bedside table, and with a flick of his hand, there were six more chairs beside the bed, "like the snake's There's a special ingredient in the venom that stops wounds from healing, thanks to the potent antivenom Hilbert brought with him. Is he really a Slytherin? But that one," he lowered his voice, turning his head toward the opposite bed At one o'clock, a man with a green face was lying there, staring at the ceiling, "I was bitten by a werewolf, poor man, there is no cure."

"A werewolf?" Mrs. Weasley whispered in horror. "Is he safe in the public ward? Shouldn't he be in isolation?"

"We're still two weeks from the full moon," Mr. Weasley reminded her calmly. "The healer spoke to him this morning, trying to convince him that he could lead an almost normal life. I told him I knew a werewolf— —Of course I didn’t mention his name. I said he was very nice and had a good life.”

"What did he say?" George asked.

"Said he'd give me a bite if I didn't shut up," said Mr. Weasley mournfully. "That woman over there," he pointed to the remaining occupied hospital bed by the door, "wouldn't Tell the therapist she was bitten by something, we figured she must have done it illegally. It took a big chunk out of her leg. That smells bad when you change the bandage."

"Tell us about how you got hurt, Dad?" Fred asked, pulling the chair toward the bed.

"You all know that, don't you?" said Mr. Weasley, giving Harry a meaningful smile. "It's simple - I dozed off after a long day and I got bitten."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and it turned out to be the Shafik family. Mr. Brian personally carried a basket of fresh fruit. Mrs. Irina Shafik looked at the Weasley family with a smile on her face. behind Hilbert.

At this time, Harry noticed Mr. Brian again. Compared with five years ago, he seemed more approachable. Mr. Brian was wearing a black coat and held a cane in his left hand, but he was not a snake head like Lucius. It is the family crest that marks the Shafiq family.

"Is it better, Arthur?" Mr. Brian asked with concern

"It's much better, thanks to Hill, if it weren't for him, the hospital might not be able to treat me with all its strength. Thank you very much!"

"Dad, what the hell did Hilbert do?" Ginny asked.

"On the night your father was sent to the hospital, because we came here in the middle of the night, only a few therapists came for treatment. Thanks to Hilbert, he found the dean, otherwise, your father would have—" Wei Mrs. Sly burst into sobs after talking about the chase.

"Okay, okay, Molly, Molly is trembling. Am I okay?" Mr. Weasley said out the pet name he usually used to coax Mrs. Weasley in a hurry, and then he obviously realized At this point, I looked around and found that no one noticed.

"Hill, what did you say?" Ron asked.

"You know, Ron. Our family supplies potion raw materials and processed products all over the UK. I told the dean that if the hospital doesn't do its best to treat Mr. Arthur Weasley, the Shafik family will refuse St. Mungo's." Procurement of potions. And imports from abroad need to pay a tax rate of 12% of the cost. That will be a huge expense, do you think the dean will not listen?"

"With the boss around, I'm not afraid of anything!" George said cheerfully.

"Did the Daily Prophet say you were hurt?" Fred asked, pointing to the newspaper his father had thrown aside.

"No, of course not," said Mr. Weasley with a slightly bitter smile. "The Ministry of Magic doesn't want everyone to know about a big dirty snake—"

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley warned.

"—Ah—surprised me," said Mr. Weasley hurriedly, but Harry felt that was not what he meant to say.

"Where were you, Dad?" George asked.

"That's my business," said Mr. Weasley, still smiling.He grabbed the Daily Prophet, shook it off, and said, "I was just reading the report on Willie Wiedersen's arrest. Did you know Willie was responsible for backflushing toilets last summer? One of his spells came out. Something went wrong, the toilet exploded, and they found him lying unconscious in the rubble, submerged from head to toe in—”

"You said you were 'on duty,'" Fred interrupted him in a low voice. "What exactly do you do?"

"Your father said," whispered Mrs. Weasley, "don't talk about that here! Go on to Willie Wiedersing, Arthur—" "Don't ask me why he wasn't guilty of the toilet explosion " said Mr. Weasley in a low voice, "I can only guess that there was a money exchange—" "You're guarding it, aren't you?" George whispered. George, be quiet!" his mother scolded.

"Anyway," Mr. Weasley raised his voice, "this time Willy was caught selling biting doorknobs to Muggles. I don't think he got away with it, because the article says that two Muggles Muggles with their fingers bitten off are receiving first aid for bone regeneration and memory modification at St. Mungo's. Come to think of it, Muggles are in St. Mungo's! Wonder which ward they're in?
He looked around as if expecting to see a sign.

"Harry, didn't you say You-Know-Who has a snake?" Fred asked, watching his dad's reaction. "Big one? You saw it the night he came back, didn't you?"

"Enough," said Mrs. Weasley angrily. "Mad-Eye and Tonks are out there, Arthur, and they want to come in to see you. You can go out and wait," she said to her children and Harry. , "Come in later to say goodbye. Go."

Mr. Brian pushed Hilbert and Aleena and said, "Children, you go out first, your mother and I want to talk to Mr. Weasley about something."

When Hilbert left, he glanced at the patient who was bitten by a werewolf lying in the corner, "Sir, you should apply for a werewolf recovery potion from Hogwarts, and within a month, you will be You can get rid of the fate of becoming a werewolf, as long as ten galleons, if you can't afford it, you can apply for a free potion subsidy, and Hogwarts will give it to you." The patient seemed to have been injected with a shot of cardiotonic. Supported by crutches, he walked outside, muttering, yes, Hogwarts has developed a recovery potion, how could I have forgotten it?

They retreated into the hallway.Mad-Eye and Tonks went in and closed the door.Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," he said coldly, fumbling in his pockets, "that's it, and don't tell us anything."

"Looking for this?" George said, holding out a ball of flesh-colored string.

"You're the worm in my stomach," Fred grinned. "See if St. Mungo's put an anti-disturbance charm on the ward door, will you?"

He and George unwrapped the balls of thread and divided them among the five retractable ears, which Harry hesitated to take.

"Take it, Harry! You saved Daddy's life, and if anyone has the right to overhear him, it's you?"

"Give me one," Hilbert said.

Harry couldn't help laughing, took the thread and stuffed it into his ear like the brothers did.

"Okay, let's go!" whispered Fred.

"Arthur, this is a maintenance schedule I asked the dean to make for you, take your medicine on time." Mr. Brian handed it to Mrs. Weasley while speaking.

"Brother, what did you just say?"

"My wife and I want to join the Order of the Phoenix. I want you to be my introduction. Please!"

(End of this chapter)