[HP] Kiss you in glory

After the Hogwarts train reached platform nine and three-quarters, Harry, Ron and Hermione struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, turned around and watched the students who got off the train throw themselves into the arms of their parents. Laco, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle got out of the car at the same time, and their eyes met Harry's——

Harry looked slightly cold and looked away.

Draco pursed his lips and walked towards Lucius and Narcissa. Lucius still patted Draco's shoulder gracefully and reservedly. Only Harry knew that he knelt at Voldemort's feet and kissed his robe. How humble it looks.

Narcissa patted Draco's head affectionately, Lucius nodded to the Parkinsons, and turned away with his wife and children without hesitation.

Blaise watched the back of Pansy leaving, and the beautiful Mrs. Zabini watched the Parkinsons leave thoughtfully.

"The Parkinsons are not easy people to live with, son," she said. "Where are your best friends?"

Blaise's face was slightly sullen, and he walked towards the station without saying a word. Mrs. Zabini didn't take it seriously, and seemed to have gotten used to Blaise's reaction, and followed him to the station.

She glanced casually at Harry as she passed Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

"So, Harry," Ron hesitated, "how do we get to St. Mungo's?"

"Dumbledore said someone would come to fetch us," Harry said, and Hermione snorted softly, "It's better to let my dad come to fetch us," she said nonchalantly, "I think they will fetch us, There is a high probability that it is someone from Fudge."

Judging from her tone, she seemed very dissatisfied with Minister of Magic Fudge.

But it was Mr. Weasley who had made his way through the crowd to them.

"Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked in surprise, Mr. Weasley looked at Brother Fred George and Ginny behind them, then at Harry, Hermione and Ron, "Is everyone here? Three cars were sent, and Dumbledore specifically asked Minister Fudge to prepare... If you all want to see it, go to St. Mungo's, and if you don't want to go, go back to the base camp—”

"Of course we are going to see our patron." Fred George said in unison.

"Okay, just take your luggage and put it in the trunk." Mr. Weasley looked at his watch, "Let's go now."

They walked out of the platform and found three black cars parked outside, with several tall men in black standing beside the cars.

"Well, get in the car," said Mr. Weasley.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the back seat, and Mr. Weasley sat in the co-pilot. Hermione pressed the back of her hand against the cold car window, watching the scenery on the side of the road move back quickly. Harry Biting the skin of his lower lip, he became faintly anxious again, and all the things that had been buried in his heart for a long time and were unwilling to think about them all entered his mind at this moment.

During this period of time, no one told him the good news about Anne, and Sirius wrote the letter just to let him have a good rest and not think about messy things.Snape was nowhere to be seen, and Harry didn't want to think about whether he had sneaked into Voldemort's side as an undercover agent or was hiding in the cellar brewing potions.

If Anne could change, where would she change?

She has always been Annie.

Harry couldn't help but look at Hermione's expression, she was still indifferent.

After less than half an hour's drive, they arrived at a commercial street, standing in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looked dilapidated and deserted, with only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing crooked wig.Big signs saying "Closed for renovation" hung on the dusty doors.

"Here," Mr. Weasley walked to a window with only one particularly ugly female dummy in it, and he leaned close to the window, "hello, let's see Anne Potter."

The young wizards were shocked to see that the dummy gave a slight nod of its head and waved its joined fingers, and Mr. Weasley disappeared straight through the glass with Ginny in his arms.

Fred, George, and Ron went in too, and Harry and Hermione stepped forward together, coming out warm and dry as if through a layer of cold water.

They came to a crowded waiting room, where men and women in green robes walked around patients asking questions about their conditions. "Let's go." A witch was sitting in front of a table with an information desk sign, and a portrait of a wizard with long curly silver hair was looking at Harry and his party, as if counting the number of people.

Harry looked at the content on the sign:

The first floor of the Utensil Accident Section (explosion of orange pot, fire of magic wand, collision of broom, etc.)

The second floor of the Bioinjury Department (stings, burns, stings, etc.)

Strange Bacterial Infection Department, third floor (infectious diseases such as dragon pox, vanishing syndrome, lymphomycosis)

Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Section [-]th Floor (Rash, Nausea, Laughing, etc.)

Spell damage section fifth floor (spells that cannot be removed, 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.

Weasley didn't lead them in the queue at the information desk, and walked straight to the double doors. Harry and others followed him, walked through the double doors into a narrow corridor, and walked up the stairs.

There were therapists walking around every door on every floor, and the wailing of pain came from a door to the corridor, "Dad, let's go to which floor." Ron said.

"On the fifth floor, of course," whispered Mr. Weasley. "Now, be quiet."

They saw all kinds of strange patients along the way, but even Fred George, who is usually the most humorous, kept a serious look, no one spoke, no one laughed, and they finally came to the fifth floor .There were many double doors in the long corridor, and after passing through the first double door, Harry stopped in surprise.

A handsome blond man flashed his trademark smile, but kept a bewildered expression on his face. He pressed his face to the window on the small door, and Ron exclaimed, "Oops!"

Lockhart seemed to want to come out, but someone seemed to be pulling him inside the door, and his face disappeared from the window.

"Professor Lockhart has lost his memory... and is still being treated." Mr. Weasley sighed, "Let's move on."

As they walked towards the second double doors, everyone felt a little heavy, Harry thought, even though Draco used the Rebound Charm to make Lockhart hit by his own Oblivion Curse, they were just defending... …but actually seeing Lockhart with permanent aftereffects like those who have been cast with the Oblivion Charm, he also felt a little uncomfortable.

Thinking of Draco, Harry's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand.

How much did Draco really know?Although Lucius Malfoy did nothing in the graveyard, he is no different from Voldemort.Would Draco kneel down and kiss Voldemort's robe corner like his father did, or pretend he didn't know and go back to school.

The truth will eventually come to light.

The double doors in front seemed to be rooms for multiple people. Perhaps St. Mungo’s simply couldn’t accommodate so many patients. The more you got to the double doors in the back, the more depressing everyone felt, and even the corridor became darker and darker... …Some doors slammed and slammed, and the sound hit their eardrums right next to their ears, and there were miserable and horrifying laughter from some doors, which aroused everyone's shock. layer of goosebumps...

The further you go inside, the more you can feel the terrible extent of the patient's injury. In this way, Lockhart just forgot his memory, and he is considered to be in good condition in this ward.

Harry grew restless.

Why are they walking in this way?Is Anne's situation worse than those people?

The corridor seemed endless, but after they passed through a double door, they immediately saw a group of people standing at the door. Fudge was talking to Dumbledore, with anger in his eyes.

Snape, Sirius, McGonagall, and Flitwick were all there, as well as a group of healers in green robes, and some Ministry of Magic officials who followed Fudge.Snape's sallow face had two dark circles under his eyes, and Sirius wasn't much better, his gray eyes filled with pain and tiredness.McGonagall and Flitwick were discussing something quietly with the therapist, and they looked back at the door.

"Ah... Arthur," Fudge turned to look at Mr. Weasley, twitching the corners of his mouth, extremely stiff, "You brought them here."

The double doors closed behind them, and Harry glanced around. This was probably the end of the corridor, but he didn't see any doors. "Where's Annie?"

All the people present were silent.

"Children, I think you need to know one thing." Dumbledore said, "Soul Eater is an extremely ancient black magic, and Voldemort is very cruel. He directly used the Soul Eater Curse to try to devour Anne's soul. Imprison her thoughts and refine her into a living dead for his use."

The people behind Harry gasped, and Harry stared at him blankly.

"Then is she alive or dead now?" Hermione's tone revealed cold anger, which made the adults look at her in shock, Fudge looked at Hermione formally for the first time, "What are you doing these days? What is the Ministry of Magic doing?" She looked at Fudge coldly, "Even if this is already the case, Minister Fudge doesn't want to believe that Voldemort has returned?"

Fudge looked displeased, but his face changed when he heard Voldemort's name.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet, Hermione." Dumbledore gave her a deep look, "Anne's mental power has greatly exceeded our expectations. Voldemort has no time to control her thoughts. She protects her very well. Lost herself." He looked at the expectant little wizards, and his tone was a bit unbearable, "But Voldemort damaged her sea of ​​memory, while she protected herself, she also closed herself. Now she can only Zooming in on anyone or anything that hurt her, all vigilance...and hate."

"The most important thing is that her memory is very confused, and sometimes she can't distinguish between the present and the past, as if she doesn't know who she is."

When he said this, he glanced at Hermione, who looked pale, shook her head slightly, and covered her face.

"The therapist said she would be quiet when she was alone. We tried to go in and were kicked out." Sirius finally said, eyes flushed, "She hates me, and I know she has always hated me."

"I'm going to see her," said Harry. "I'm going to see her now."

"Anne's ward is in a hidden room upstairs, and we are worried that Voldemort will send someone to deal with her." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Arthur."

Mr. Weasley nodded, extended his wand and tapped on the double doors, which disappeared into walls.Harry blinked, and the wall turned into a solid black iron door again. Mr. Weasley tapped the iron door with his wand, and the iron door slowly slid from the right to the left, revealing a larger open space. Walking to the open space, I found a narrow corridor in front of me, with a faint white light at the end of the corridor.

"Move forward."

The three sides of the hidden room are solid walls, and the wall facing the corridor is made of transparent glass. Looking in from the outside, you can see that Annie is wearing a hospital gown, with the right sleeve hanging down by her side, her face is pale and indifferent, Sitting on the bed, playing wizard chess alone.

"She can't hear or see outside, the glass is one-way viewing." A therapist said, "We tried to enter her sea of ​​memory to restore it, but her consciousness bounced away. She was quite calm when she talked to us, but when she met someone she knew, she would be a little...excessive."

"Didn't she like Snape very much?" Harry whispered to Dumbledore. "Has Snape been kicked out too?"

Sirius laughed dryly, and Snape stared at the people in the ward, his face getting darker.

"But you have to know, Harry." Dumbledore put his hand gently on his head, "Professor Snape also did something wrong to her, and what he did was the origin of everything that happened. So , she rejects everyone who has hurt her."

"He deserves it." Harry whispered, but his eyes were fixed on Anne in the ward. "Can we go in?"

"Wait a minute." A female therapist said gently, "I'll go in and see her first, you should pay more attention." The name tag on the female therapist's chest reads Lily Jane Prewett.

Resting his forehead against the glass, Harry watched as Ms. Prewett knocked lightly on the door, turned the handle, and walked in with a new box of wizard chess.

"My lord Anne," Ms. Prewett said softly, "I found you a rare version of wizard chess—"

"Get out." Annie said coldly. She looked down at the black knight in her hand, which was placed on the chessboard. The knight knocked over the white bishop opposite and dragged him off the chessboard.

She raised her eyes slowly, and the little wizards outside the glass wall finally saw her face clearly. Ginny subconsciously took a step back and bumped into Fred——

Those green eyes flowing with clear lake water had turned blood red at this moment. Annie looked straight at Ms. Prewett, the hot magma churning madly in her eyes seemed to burn everyone who entered the room.

"You look good today." Ms. Prewett seemed to have gotten used to her scary eyes, and the smile on her face became gentler, "Then I'll put the chess pieces here."

Annie's eyes followed her hand closely, her eyes became dangerous.

"Well, some of your friends want to come and see you," said Ms. Prewett softly, stepping back to the door. "They're waiting at the door now."

"I don't see anyone." Annie looked at her coldly, "Get out of here too."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she saw the half body of someone by the door behind Ms. Prewett, "Who's there?" Anger appeared on her face, and she smashed the chessboard on her lap towards the door. Crackling and falling to the ground, "Let him go!"

With trembling fingertips, Harry gripped the edge of the glass wall as he ventured into the room.

"It's me, Anne."

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