Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After a few words of comfort, Professor McGonagall let them leave.

"By the way, your Quidditch gadgets, be more safe." She finally reminded kindly.

There is no danger, and she is already a fan, maybe even a few dozen years younger will join her, and she will close one eye.

Students also need other activities to relieve their stress.

Principled and rigid, but not rigid.

A good teacher should have these conditions.

The group walked out of Professor McGonagall's office in such a sense of disappointment, and returned to the lounge in a daze.

It's like a row of frosted eggplants.

Angelina took the initiative to walk over and asked with concern: "George, are you okay? We also participated in this indoor Quidditch event. How can we fine you if we want to fine? This is not Professor McGonagall's style. I will look for it now. she was."

As his girlfriend, Angelina naturally cares about him.

George just reclaimed his Quidditch utensils vaguely, as if they were really going to be confiscated and turned in.

Just watching Angelina go to argue with McGonagall, he quickly took her hand again.

"It has nothing to do with this, it's just that we want to take a break now." His eyes were red and he started to choke.

He is totally different from the way he has been heartless.

She patted George on the shoulder at this time.

As a leading sister, she now feels that she can only comfort her boyfriend.

He should talk to himself later.

In the next few days, they were somewhat absent-minded in class, and some teachers seemed to have heard about it, and they were lenient to the Weasleys' distractions.

One exception is Crazy Eye Moody.

Instead, his requirements are even stricter.

"You need to work harder. This time, your father is lucky, but next time, you may need to protect him. I think you should also know something." He said to Ron.

Ron nodded heavily, and practiced more and more seriously.

This was the first time he realized the heavy responsibility, and the danger was really close to them.

They live like years and look forward to leaving school soon to visit their father and elders.

After waiting for a long time and wasting a lot of time, the first Hogsmeade week came.

Professor McGonagall signed for them and allowed them to leave school together to visit their common father and elders.

St Mungo’s Hospital is in the heart of London, a little far away from Hogwarts.

Before that, they first bought some fruits in Hogsmeade Village, and the two girls bought some flowers, calla lilies and lilies, to wish the patients a speedy recovery.

In order to save time, instead of taking Muggle transportation, they chose Floo fans, which is also the usual way of travel for most wizards.

Some shining powder was sprinkled in the fireplace of the site, and a green flame rose up, and they entered it in an orderly manner.

There was a tearing sensation, and after the dizziness hit, it was too late to savor it.

The journey is over.

The Floo powder site they arrived at was a Muggle supermarket toilet. Two girls came out of the women's toilet, while the other boys came out of the men's toilet.

It seems that this place is still very intimate, and prepared a place for them to vomit.

After coming out to meet up, the group continued to walk towards the Saint Mungo Hospital.

People come and go along the graffiti-filled long street, but when you continue to the middle, the figures begin to become scarce.

In front of them is an old-fashioned red-brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. It looks decayed and deserted. There are only a few cracked dummies in the window. They wear wigs crookedly and have different poses. They wear at least ten years ago. clothing.Signs "Closed for renovation" hung on the dusty doors.

There was only one particularly ugly female dummy with all her false eyelashes missing, wearing a green nylon skirt.

Several people walked straight through the glass.

The quiet surroundings began to noisy again.

They seem to have come to a crowded waiting room. Rows of witches and wizards are sitting on shaky wooden chairs. These are the most normal patients. Of course, they may also be their families.

Most of them are patients with strange diseases, such as those with green boils on their faces. This is understandable. The most surprising thing is that a pig tail grows behind someone.

Well, not surprising, Hagrid did the same when he taught Dudley.

The weather was not cold, and some people were still curled up in the corner shivering with at least a dozen quilts.

Various weird diseases that rarely appear in the Muggle world are staged here.

"Hello, may I ask, which ward is Mr. Arthur Weasley in? We are his juniors, come to visit him." Hermione stopped a man in a hurry, dressed in white with a embroidery on his chest Cross badge with wand and bones.

The man shook his head.

Then he pointed to his right hand not far away, where a blonde witch was sitting there, with a tattered iron plate hanging on it, which read-Information Office.

There is also a huge sign.

Hermione stopped here for a while, squinting at the sign.

"Excuse me." Hermione turned around and said quickly, she almost remembered it.

Just when they were about to ask the past, they heard Mrs. Weasley's shout. She was waving to them in the corner at this moment, walked over quickly, and then led them in line behind a long dragon.

"Don't worry, your father is okay." She patted Ron on the head lovingly.

"Harry, Hermione? Are you here too? Arthur will definitely be very happy."

Along the way, Mrs. Weasley chatted with them about the homework.

They followed her through the double doors and through a narrow corridor with portraits of famous therapists on both sides. Crystal bubbles with candles floated on the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles.There were wizards in green robes coming in and out at each door, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and a faint wailing sound was heard from time to time.They began to climb the stairs.

"Let it, let it!" A hurried male therapist in a dark green robe hurriedly went downstairs, holding a basin of blue, foamy strange liquid in his hand, as if it would spill on people at any time. Body.

Hermione’s luck was a bit bad. She was smashed and lost her balance. Fortunately, her hand quickly grabbed the railing to avoid falling. But when she regained her balance and looked up again, she could see I didn't see them anymore.

She could only go up all the way. With the memory just now, she remembered the structure of the St. Mungo Magic Hospital in front of a sign on the first floor.