Admiral of Hogwarts

"Mrs. Weasley, you'd better not say my name when you go to the hospital." After the Weasley family celebrated for a while, Hugo had to interrupt their celebration and seriously warned them.

"After all, I am only a fifth-year student now. If my name is mentioned, it will probably cause some unnecessary worries to the therapists at St. Mungo's, causing them to make a decision to refuse medication."

"And what I did is equivalent to publicly destroying the mysterious man's plan. If this matter is made public outside, I will probably be hunted down by the other party."

"I understand. When the time comes, I will say that Professor Snape got it from an approved pharmacist." As a witch who has experienced the last wizarding war, Mrs. Weasley naturally knows what to do next. Do.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Weasley left the room with the bottle of potion and headed to St. Mungo's, and Hugo went with Mrs. Weasley to ensure the safety of the potion.

In addition to Hugo, Hermione also followed. This was because the hospital needed some manpower, so she could help when Mrs. Weasley and Hugo were in trouble.

On the other hand, the ship girls themselves have always been tasked with protecting the admiral, and today, with no one else following, it was naturally Hermione who performed this task.

The weather today was good, and the winter sunshine seemed warm on the bodies of the three people. Under the sunshine, they soon appeared in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store.

"We're here. This is St. Mungo's. There isn't enough space in Diagon Alley. It's unhygienic to build it underground like the Ministry of Magic. We chose this place so that patients can mix in and come out among the crowd." Mrs. Weasley looked at him curiously. Hugo and Hermione here said.

This department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. looks dilapidated and deserted. There are only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different poses, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago.

The dusty doors were hung with big signs saying "Closed for Renovation". Hugo heard the people coming and going around muttering: I swear I haven't opened the door since...

Weasley moved closer to the display window and looked up at the ugly dummy. His breath blurred the glass, "Hello...I'm here to see Arthur Weasley."

The dummy nodded slightly, moved its connected fingers, and the three of them disappeared straight through the glass. Obviously, this dummy has a certain degree of artificial intelligence, so it can identify people coming and going.

Because it is the Christmas holiday, St. Mungo's is still in a festive atmosphere, with small Christmas-related decorations everywhere, making the cold hospital a little more popular.

There were not many patients in the waiting room. Hugo only saw a wizard with a swollen head like a tomato and a witch with purple skin standing in front of a table marked "Information Desk."

"Family dispute, huh? I suggest you learn to hide your wand when you quarrel. I have seen you four times in the past six months. Now you two go to the Curse and Damage Department on the fifth floor. I really don't want to see you again." said the fat, blond, middle-aged woman sitting behind the table.

"Especially since you have children now. If a child falls under these curses, it will be much more difficult to treat than you adults, and it may cause any sequelae."

Unlike hospitals in the ordinary world outside, the therapists here at St. Mungo's seem more humane. This is mainly because the magical world itself is not big, so everyone is considered acquaintances anyway.

Do all couples in the wizarding world get along like this? It does look a bit scary. Hugo thought as he went upstairs, because he felt that this kind of conflict looked much scarier than domestic violence in the ordinary world.

But then again, he doesn't have to worry about this kind of problem, because the ship girls are absolutely gentle and considerate in front of the admiral, well, it is impossible to take such violent measures under the circumstances.

Entering Mr. Weasley's hospital room, Hugo saw him leaning on the bed and flipping through an Encyclopedia of the British Empire. As a wizard who is very interested in the world of ordinary people, Mr. Weasley is naturally interested in this type of popular science books.

For example, right now, he is so absorbed in reading that Hugo and the three of them were still immersed in the book when they pushed the door open and walked into the ward.

"Arthur Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily, putting her hands on her waist when she saw Mr. Weasley who was reading a book. "The doctor obviously told you to rest now, why are you still here reading!"

"Sorry, Molly, I just picked up the book and you came here. In fact, I didn't read it for a few minutes." After Madam shouted, Mr. Weasley immediately closed the book and put it aside. Then explained.

"Please believe me, therapist Smesek just finished treating me, so it is really impossible for me to have time to read here for a long time."

"It's not that I won't let you read, but you have to think about your body carefully. When your body is well, you can read whatever you want and no one will stop you, but the prerequisite is that you have to take good care of yourself."

After hearing what Mr. Weasley said, Mrs. Weasley's anger was almost gone, so she started to talk, while Mr. Weasley smiled and nodded.

"You are the Granger siblings. I'm glad you came to see me." After the couple communicated for a while, Mr. Weasley turned to Hugo and the others.

"They just came to see you. The main reason for coming here is that Mr. Weasley has made a potion that Severus approved to treat your wounds, so they came here mainly to check the use of the potion. Effect."

"Really, thank you so much." After hearing what his wife said, Mr. Weasley sat up from the bed, with an excited look on his face.

"The past few days have been really bad. Because of some ingredients in the venom, the wound never healed. So I could only stay in bed and be careful even when going to the toilet."

Soon, Mrs. Weasley went out and called the therapist in, and then handed over the potion that she claimed was approved by Professor Snape.

Like Snape before him, this therapist called another therapist, and then the two of them took a part of the sample from the bottle and started testing it.

However, what was different from the previous experiments done by Snape was that after testing the drug itself, they also took a little blood from Mr. Weasley to accurately study the effect of the drug.

"You are right, madam, this drug does have an excellent effect on this kind of poison." After finishing the test, the younger therapist looked at Mrs. Weasley and said, "I think we can try Use this potion for treatment."

After the decision was made, the two therapists soon called in a third therapist. Then they started to get together and use the new antidote to start treatment.

They poured half of the potion into a cup and asked Mr. Weasley to drink it. Then he put the other half of the potion into a silver magic prop.

Then the youngest healer took off the bandage on Mr. Weasley's wound and used the silver magic tool to sprinkle the atomized medicine on the wound and nearby areas.