94 hp Diagon Alley

There are people living in the hospital bed.Harry, Hermione and Ginny were all sitting beside him.They waited outside the door all day, trying to look inside whenever someone went in or out.Madam Pomfrey didn't let the three of them in until eight o'clock, followed by Gwen who came a few minutes late.Fred and George arrived at ten past eight.

Harry's face was covered in cold sweat, and Hermione lowered her head and wept secretly, as if she didn't want to be seen.And Ron—Gwen is now a little stressed about this scene—he is as white as a piece of paper, lying powerlessly on the hospital bed.

"What happened to him?" Gwen asked anxiously. "He touched something too?"

Harry simply said that he was poisoned, but fortunately they found a life-saving bezoar in Professor Slughorn's office.

"What's going on!" Gwen was angry and anxious, "Students have to worry about it now—it's the second time!" She couldn't help but link the poisoning incident with Katie's necklace .

"We didn't expect a gift like this," said George gloomily, placing a large gift bag on Ron's bedside cabinet, and sitting down beside Gwen.

"Yeah, in the scenario we're imagining, he's conscious," said Fred.

"We're still in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him—" said George.

"Are you in Hogsmeade?" Ginny looked up.

"We want to buy Zucco's storefront," said Fred dejectedly, "and set up a Hogsmeade branch. But if you can't go shopping on weekends, there's still a use for that store... But don't say it now It's gone."

He pulled up a chair and sat next to Harry, watching Ron's pale face.

"How the hell did this happen, Harry?"

Harry recounted the story he had told Dumbledore, McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, Hermione, Gwen and Ginny what seemed like a hundred times.

"...then I shoved the bezoar up his throat, and he breathed a little easier, and Slughorn ran to call for someone, and McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey came and carried Ron here. They think he'll be all right. Madam Pomfrey says he'll be here for another week or two . . . keep taking rue."

"Jesus, thank you for thinking of bezoars," George whispered.

"It's a good thing there's one in the house," said Harry, feeling cold at the thought of what would happen if he didn't find the little rock.

Hermione let out a barely audible sob.She's been very quiet all day.Just now she rushed to the entrance of the school hospital with a pale face and asked Harry what was going on. After that, she hardly participated in the repeated discussions between Harry and Ginny about how Ron was poisoned. She just gritted her teeth and stood by with a look of fear , until at last they were allowed to go in and see him.

"Does Mom and Dad know?" Fred asked Ginny.

"They've seen him, came an hour ago - in Dumbledore's office at the moment, but will be back soon..."

After a pause, everyone watched Ron mumble in his sleepiness.

"Poison in the wine?" George asked softly.

"Yes." Harry said quickly.He couldn't think of anything else right now, and was glad to have the opportunity to revisit the topic. "Slughorn took it from—"

"Did he put something in Ron's glass when you weren't looking?" Fred wondered.

"It's possible, but why did Slughorn poison Ron?"

"I don't know," Fred frowned. "Do you think it's possible he mixed up the cups? Was he trying to hurt you?"

"Why did Slughorn poison Harry?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know," said Fred, "but there must be a lot of people trying to poison Harry, aren't they? The savior."

"You think Slughorn is a Death Eater?" Ginny said.

"Anything is possible," said Fred darkly.

"He's probably under the Imperius Curse," interrupted George.

"He could be innocent, too," Ginny said. "The poison could have been in a bottle, so it could have been Slughorn himself."

"Who would want to kill Slughorn?"

"Dumbledore thought Voldemort was trying to draw Slughorn over," said Harry, "and Slughorn had been hiding for a year before coming to Hogwarts. And..." he thought of Dumbledore The memory, not yet available from Slughorn, "Maybe Voldemort wanted to get rid of him, thinking he might be valuable to Dumbledore."

"It's not right," Gwen shook her head. "Thinking about it carefully, what happened this time is as traceable as Katie's time—it's more like murdering someone in Hogwarts by someone else's hands." She Looking vaguely at Harry, maybe this is another Malfoy plan?

"You said that Slughorn was going to give Dumbledore that bottle of wine as a Christmas present," Ginny reminded Harry, "so the poisoner might have targeted Dumbledore as well."

Gwen's heart sank suddenly.At this moment, she had an extremely outrageous—but impeccable conjecture.She was sitting on pins and needles, and now she just wanted to find someone to confirm her idea immediately.

"So the poisoner doesn't know much about Slughorn," said Hermione for the first time in so many hours, sounding like she had a bad cold, "Anyone who knows Slughorn knows that he probably took a good Keep everything you eat.”

"Er-min-er," Ron said suddenly hoarsely.

Everyone fell silent and looked at him worriedly, but he started snoring again after muttering something that people couldn't understand.

The ward door flung open, startling them all, and Hagrid strode in, rain in his hair, bearskin coat flapping behind him, gun in hand, stepping out of dolphin-sized mud on the ground footprint.

"All day in the woods!" he gasped. "Aragok is getting sicker and I'm reading to him—just came up to dinner and Professor Sprout told me about Ron's matter! How is he?"

"It's fine," said Harry, "they said he'd be fine."

"One visit cannot exceed six people!" Madam Pomfrey hurriedly ran over from the office.

"I'm going out now," Gwen stood up so suddenly that she had to find a reason to prevaricate, "I mean, save the place for the family." And she trotted all the way out of the hospital wing, George watched her back and shut his mouth tightly.

"That's more or less..." In order to express her dissatisfaction with the noisy ward, Madam Pomfrey hurried to use her wand to remove Hagrid's huge muddy footprints.

"I don't believe it," said Hagrid gruffly, looking down at Ron, shaking his big unkempt head, "just don't believe it... look at him lying there... who would want to hurt him?"

"That's what we're talking about," said Harry, "and we don't know."

"It's not like someone has trouble with the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Hagrid said worriedly. "First Katie, now Ron..."

"I don't see anyone trying to kill a Quidditch team," said George, looking back frequently at the doorway where Gwen had disappeared.

"Wood might have done that to Slytherin if he didn't get punished." Fred was fairer.

"I don't think it's about Quidditch, but there's a connection between the two events," said Hermione softly.

"How do you know?" asked Fred.

"First, both times it should have been fatal, and it didn't, though it was pure luck. Second, neither the poison nor the necklace seemed to have hit the intended victim. Of course," she mused, "look at it that way." The one behind the scenes is even more insidious, because they don't seem to care how many people they kill in order to hit the real target."

Before anyone could answer the ominous prophecy, the door of the ward opened again, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hurried to the bed.Their last visit was just to make sure Ron made a full recovery.Now Mrs. Weasley grabbed Harry and hugged him tightly.

"Dumbledore told us you saved him with a bezoar," she sobbed. "Oh, Harry, what shall we say? You saved Ginny... Arthur... and now Ron ..."

"No...I didn't..." Harry said awkwardly.

"Really, now that I think about it, it seems like you saved half of our family's lives." Mr. Weasley said, his throat tightened a little, "I can only say that Ron was at Hogwarts It was a lucky day, Harry, to decide to sit in your compartment on the express train."

Harry didn't know how to answer, and was almost thankful when Madam Pomfrey reminded them that there were only six visitors at Ron's bedside.Harry and Hermione got up to leave immediately, and Hagrid decided to go with them, leaving Ron to stay with his family.

It was not long after Gwen went out that he ran into the anxious Weasleys.She greeted them hastily and told them that Ron had slept soundly and was doing much better now.The two parties were full of things in their hearts, and they had no time to exchange pleasantries, so they separated soon.

Gwen was so anxious that she went up to the eighth floor as fast as she could, and said out of breath to the two gargoyles at the door of the principal's office, "I want to see the principal... please... Let me meet Dumbledore."

"Password?" The stone beast remained unmoved.

"Lemon Sherbet...sour soda...heap of cockroaches...damn it! Forget about the password, let me go up!" Gwen even tried to knock them away.

The two stone beasts pretended that they were really just stones who couldn't speak or think, and ignored the hopping Gwen at all.

Just when Gwen was about to give up, or even go desperately to find another insider—Professor Snape—to find out, one of the beasts rolled its eyes impolitely, and unexpectedly