Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"We're going in, are you three ready?" Sirius asked.

Everyone nodded and moved closer to the center.

Ivan saw Lupine standing at the front approaching the window, looking up at the ugly dummy, his exhaled breath blurring the glass.

"Hi, we're here to see Ron Weasley."

At that moment, Ivan felt that Lupine looked funny, talking in such a small voice through the glass, and the streets behind were full of passing cars.

The same was true for Harry and Hermione. They looked up at Lupine and Sirius suspiciously, and then opened their mouths wide in surprise, only to see the dummy in front of them nodded slightly and waved their fingers together.

In the next second, they seemed to have passed through a layer of cold water, and immediately entered a warm and dry room.

With no trace of the ugly dummy or where she stood, they entered St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness.

Chapter 243 Visiting Ron

Ai Wen raised his head and found himself in a crowded waiting room.

Rows of wizards and witches sat on rickety wooden chairs, some looked normal, reading back issues of Witch Weekly, others were horribly deformed, with elephant trunks or an extra hand growing out of their chests .

The hospital was not much quieter than the noisy Muggle streets just now, and many patients kept making 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.

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione looked around curiously, feeling that their eyes were not enough.

In addition to normal diseases, patients with various curses and black magic can be seen here, with various reactions.

A group of wizards and wizards in green robes hurried through a side corridor, inquiring about the waiting patients.The emblem embroidered on their chests is a cross of wands and bones.

"Look at those people, are they doctors?" Harry asked softly.

"That's what Muggle hospitals say, and it's called a healer here." Hermione replied, "You need to get very good results in the advanced wizard level test to become this profession. As far as I know, at least get Certificates in Potions, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, Potions, then I guess I'm dead, Snape won't let me pass!" Harry said, "But you're sure to be all right, Hermione!"

"But I don't want to be a therapist, it's a job with great responsibilities." Hermione raised her head and glanced at Ivan not far ahead, and whispered, "Compared with therapists, I prefer newspapers The job of editor in chief..."

"Yeah, I forgot!" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Harry showed a clear smile, "You will definitely run the newspaper with Ivan."

Seeing Harry's expression, Hermione blushed and nodded in embarrassment, affirming the matter.

While Harry was chatting with Hermione, Ivan was following Lupine to the queue in front of the consultation counter, and in front of them was a fat blonde witch.The wall behind her was covered with notices and posters, such as cleaning the cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poisonous, the antidote should not be used indiscriminately, and must be approved by a qualified healer, etc.

Next to the counter, there is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver curls, which is marked: Dai Lisi Dewente, St. Mungo Healer (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768) [-])

As the most famous principal, she has a high reputation in history, and her portraits are on many important occasions.

Deventer is a very sweet person, and when you meet her in the school hallway, she will always say hello to the students, help the new students with directions and so on.

She is now carefully looking at the people in front of the counter, as if counting the number of people.

When she saw Aiwen's gaze, she blinked slightly, "Hello, Aiwen Mason, nice to meet you outside the school!"

Deventer greeted, stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

At the head of the procession, a young wizard danced a strange jig, crying out in pain as he tried to explain his plight to the witch behind the table.

"That's, it's the shoe my brother gave me, ouch, it's biting my foot, look here, there must be some kind of magic spell on it, I, I can't take it off!" He hopped two feet in turn, Like dancing on hot coals.

"The shoes don't hinder your reading, do they?" The blond witch pointed impatiently at the big sign beside her and said, "Go to the Spell and Damage Department on the fifth floor, next one!"

The wizard jumped aside, and Ai Wen hurriedly moved forward a few steps.

He shifted his attention to the sign the witch just pointed to, and read the words on it: Artifact Accident Section, first floor (crucible explosion, wand fire, broom collision, etc.); Biological Injury Section, second floor (stings, burns, thorns, etc.); Strange Bacterial Infection, third floor (dragon pox, vanishing syndrome, lymphatic fungal inflammation and other infectious diseases); Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning, fourth floor (rash, nausea, endless laughter, etc.); spell damage Branch, fifth floor (unremovable spells, wrong spells, etc.); tea room and shop, sixth floor.

If you don't know which subject to go to, can't speak normally, or don't remember why you came, our receptionists are willing to help.

"Ron is under the Imperius Curse, we should go to the fifth floor!"

While Ivan was reading the signs, Lupine walked up to the table, and he asked gently, "Hello, let's visit Ron Weasley, may I ask what ward he is in?"

"Ron Weasley?!" The witch looked down a long list with her fingers, "Oh, I found it. It was sent from Hogwarts a week before Christmas. You have to go to the fifth floor. Next to the second ward!"

"Thank you!"

They followed Lupine through the double doors and down a narrow corridor.

Portraits of famous therapists line the sides, and crystal bubbles filled with candles float from the ceiling like giant soap bubbles.

There were wizards in green robes coming in and out at every door, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and faint wailing was heard from time to time.

They climbed the stairs, which seemed to climb four floors, and entered the Spell Damage Department.

Before he could look for it, he heard the voices of the Weasley family. Mrs. Weasley was throwing a tantrum, accusing Fred and George of a bad joke they had just made.

"Ron is recovering, you two can't be more honest..."

Mrs. Weasley stopped suddenly, and she looked at Ivan and the five of them walking into the ward in surprise.

The next second, Mrs. Weasley hurried over, hugged Ivan, Harry, and Hermione in her arms, and thanked the three of them for helping Ron at school with red eyes.

Ivan raised his head in embarrassment, and he saw Fred and George winking in front of him, with cheerful smiles on their faces.

Behind them, Percy held a book in his hand, and followed him solemnly, with a serious expression on his face.

Ginny was sitting on the chair in front of the hospital bed, she nodded her head as a greeting, and looked at Harry with a flushed face.

Beside her, Ron, who was lying in front of the hospital bed, also sat up, looking at the three of them excitedly, looking both happy and a little embarrassed.

The Weasleys were exactly the same as usual, nothing had changed.

"Although you have said it before, I didn't expect you to come back today, after all, Christmas has just passed!" Mrs. Weasley said gratefully, "Arthur just left, because of Peter Pettigrew, the department has been in a mess recently .”

After hugging Ivan, Harry, and Hermione in turn, she stood up and greeted Sirius and Lupine.

From the looks of it, she and Sirius obviously knew each other, and they were very familiar with each other.

After a brief introduction, Harry hurriedly asked about Ron's recovery.

"Basically there is nothing wrong with it. The therapist just came to check and said that I can be discharged from the hospital after a few days of observation!" Ron patted his chest, indicating that he was in good health.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that since entering the ward, the little owl had been flying around in the cage, hooting non-stop, and he looked at Sirius suspiciously.

"This is a gift for you, after all I caused you to lose that mouse..." Sirius explained.

"This owl gave it to me. I can't believe it. It's the best gift I've ever received!" Ron took the cage, looked at the owl in joy, and then raised his head and said sheepishly, " You didn't have to do this, I was... I was so dazed that I doubted you and went to help Ban Ban..."

"It's not yours, Ron!" said Harry hastily. "You were also freed from the Imperius Curse at the last moment."

Sirius and Lupine also hurriedly persuaded, and said that they had forgiven Ron for what he had done.

"Who would have thought that Peter Pettigrew is an Animagus, and he hides it so well!" Fred said.

"Yeah, until now, I can't believe that Scabbers was turned into Peter Pettigrew!" George said. "It's unbelievable that he has lived in our house for more than ten years."

Hearing his words, both Mrs. Weasley and Percy had terrified expressions on their faces. Thinking about it, it was scary enough.

If Peter Pettigrew had other plans, the consequences would be disastrous.

Chapter 244 Weasley's Magic Trick

Everyone deliberately avoided the fact that Ron was controlled by Peter Pettigrew, and the focus quickly shifted to Sirius. The Weasley family was very interested in his escape career for more than half a year and the truth of the incident 13 years ago.

Fred and George kept asking questions, eyes twinkling with admiration.

Regarding some details that were not mentioned in the newspaper, Sirius said a few words briefly, everyone listened carefully, and Percy even took a pen to write it down.

After talking like this for more than half an hour, the topic shifted to other places.

With Sirius' optimistic and cheerful personality, the Weasleys quickly became familiar with him.

The atmosphere in the ward became more and more relaxed, with cheerful laughter sounding from time to time, in stark contrast to the gloom and gloom of other wards around.

Lupine, Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley sat together and continued to recall the past, while the rest sat around Ron's hospital bed, exchanging ideas about Christmas gifts and what they had seen in the past few days.

Ron took the owl out of its cage, and Ginny was listening as he was discussing with Harry a name for the little fellow.

On the small sofa in front of the hospital bed, Percy and Hermione were whispering about the holiday homework assigned by the professors before Christmas, as well as future jobs, career arrangements, and so on.

In half a year, Percy will graduate from Hogwarts.

He had already planned to work at the Ministry of Magic.His grades in the Higher Wizarding Level Examination were very good, and he could choose almost any department at will. He is now hesitating whether to go to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

In the corner, Fred and George showed Ivan the joke products they had newly developed in the past few days, and Ivan told them about the store by the way.

Fred and George were so overjoyed that they wanted to visit the shop at once.

Now that they are going to sell it publicly, they decided to increase the production of joke products. Due to the limitation of funds, most of the products that have been researched and developed are only made a few.

"Quick-acting skipping candies, fake magic wands, and remote-controlled dung eggs. These products were very popular at the time, and the supply was in short supply. We can start with these things and increase sales little by little." Fred took out a small notebook from his pocket, It is densely packed with various products and test data.

"There's nothing wrong with fake wands!" Ivan turned his head and glanced at Hermione cautiously, and said in a low voice, "You better be careful with quick-acting skipping candy and remote control shit, Hermione really hates these things, she thinks it's too inappropriate health."

"My mother is the same way, she confiscated almost all our products!" Fred said angrily, "She found our order list when she was cleaning the room, she had a big fight with us, and put the order Just burn it all."

"We have suffered a lot, and she still does not allow us to conduct research in this area in the future." George continued, "She thinks this is not doing business properly, and she asks us to devote more energy to our studies. Judging by her appearance, it must be Hope we're going to work at the Ministry like Daddy and Percy, it sucks!"

As if sensing that the three of them were discussing something furtively, Mrs. Weasley came over suddenly, and Fred hurriedly put the notebook in his arms.

"What are you doing, is it related to Weasley's magic trick again?" Mrs. Weasley asked seriously.

"No, we are exchanging vacation homework with Aiwen." Fred said hastily, waving his hand.

"Ivan, didn't you just say that you were a little thirsty, let's go and drink something, and buy some drinks for everyone by the way!" George pushed Ivan.

The three of them hurried out of the ward under Mrs. Weasley's suspicious gaze.

"Mrs. Weasley, this is..." Ivan was still a little confused about the situation.

"You know, we've been keeping this stuff a secret from Percy, Ron, and Ginny," explained Fred. People know about it."

"Now everyone knows that mom has been angry." George sighed and said dejectedly, "Ivan, you'd better be careful recently. Mom has been investigating our sources of funding, and she's starting to suspect you!"

"Mrs. Weasley's reaction may have been a bit extreme, and this matter is not as bad as she imagined." Ivan said, "In my opinion, opening a joke shop is no worse than working for the Ministry of Magic. "

"That's what we thought, in fact, we just want to open a joke shop." Fred and George said in unison.

"Maybe we can talk to her..."

"Better not!" said Fred. "She won't say anything to you, but if she knows we're taking so much money from you for research, she'll explode."

"Yes, Mommy will kill us both, without hesitation!" George made a gesture around his neck.

Ivan listened to Fred and George's complaints and didn't know what to do.

No matter how you looked at it, Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let them open a magic joke shop unless they were successful first.

The three of them walked to the tea room on the sixth floor, Hermione and Ginny chased up from behind.

"What are you doing here?" Fred asked warily.

"Mom asked us to come over and look at the three of you. She looked very worried, afraid that you would throw some big shit in the corridor." Ginny said with a smile.

"Oh!" George looked at Ginny pitifully, "My dear little sister..."

"Don't take it to heart, I won't inform. I think the joke products you researched are very interesting and very popular in school." Ginny said.

"But it cannot be denied that those things are dangerous and extremely unhygienic, the remote-controlled big dung egg is the most obvious example." He didn't laugh, "Mrs. Weasley is right, you can't sell those things to other people ,This is……"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Fred and George hurriedly pushed Ivan out.

"I'll leave it to you, brother!" They dragged Ginny and hurried to the sixth floor, leaving only Ivan and Hermione in the corridor.

Because Ivan was very close, Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden.

"Don't blame Fred and George, they just want to bring everyone a little joy." Ivan could feel Hermione's breath.

"I know..." Hermione whispered, taking a hasty step back.

The two of them didn't continue to talk about this question, and turned to talking about the decorations in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Alvin and Hermione walked through double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a portrait of a grim therapist on the wall.

The therapists yelled at them as they climbed the stairs, diagnosing bizarre ailments and devising dire remedies.

Fred, George, and Ginny didn't know where they went, and Ivan and Hermione didn't see the three of them.

The two of them bought a few cans of drinks from the sixth floor, and when they returned to the fifth floor, they stopped suddenly.

Not far ahead, behind the small window in the double doors marked Charms Injury, a man with his nose pressed against the glass was staring at them: curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, a dazed look. Smile, showing dazzlingly white teeth.

"My God!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, "it's Professor Lockhart!"