Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"Yeah, I don't think it's reliable, although Mr. Remus doesn't think so." Sirius said contemptuously. "That sly snot can't even deliberately get revenge. The tainted guy, I won't believe him anyway."

"Couldn't Dumbledore be allowed to teach me?" Harry begged."I don't think he has never thought about it this way, Harry. If he can make time for it. Now even the members of us don't see Dumbledore every day. He ran around, better than before. Busy many times."

"Then I don't want to learn." Harry said bluntly. He had an idea, "I can get some information for the Order of the Phoenix through this opportunity to spy on Voldemort's thoughts! We can know what he is doing. Can't you make a strategy?"

"No." Sirius firmly refused. "Don't underestimate Voldemort's cunning level. He is a cruel dark wizard. We must all be cautious." He obviously didn't think Harry was just mentioning it. "Harry, you will send me a letter every week about the recent situation, but don’t write secrets in the letter that will keep the Ministry of Magic vigilant. If you have a nightmare like this, go to Dumble immediately. Lido, or just send the letter back." Sirius frowned, muttering in his mouth, still looking unsafe.

"You are almost of adulthood, Harry. You are already an adult." He looked at Harry, "So you should also try to become more mature. You can no longer do things like a child regardless of the consequences, and don't think that you are the only one. People are in action. We are all by your side to support you. Trust the adults around you and listen to their suggestions. This is especially true when you are hesitant."

"Can you promise me?" Sirius stretched out his fist. "Never recklessly, you must remain calm before making important decisions. This is an agreement between men." Harry was silent for a while and stretched out his fist to talk to Xiao Sirius collided."I promise."

"Then you can tell me about the tasks you went through. I am already an adult in your heart." Harry said with a smile.The panic that had been looming in his heart dissipated a lot. Although it couldn't be said that it was okay, the existence of Sirius did give Harry a reasonable vent.He could trust this man, he could tell him many things he didn't want to say to others, and he was willing to believe the truth that Sirius told him, which made him feel a little relieved.

When they came out of the room, another piece of good news came like a new light to Harry's heart: Mrs. Weasley told them that Mr. Weasley was out of danger and was resting in the hospital.They can visit him in the hospital later.

She stayed in the hospital all night, but even exhaustion couldn't hide the joy from the heart.When she hugged Harry and expressed her inner gratitude to him, even though Harry still thought he was not qualified enough to accept this heavy heart, she had always held the dark, cold heart that was nowhere to be released. After talking with Sirius, his guilt has faded.

Chapter 83 The Trip to Saint Mungo (Part 1)

On Christmas Day, the temperature was very low, and the breath exhaling from the mouth was visible to the naked eye.Zoe rubbed her face and hands from time to time, and the thick cloak couldn't stop the intrusion of the air conditioner, not to mention that she was more afraid of cold than ordinary people.There are fewer people sitting in the auditorium to eat than in the previous few days, and some people are coming home one after another. In the huge auditorium, there are a few people sitting sparsely, and compared with the lively scene of the past, it looks like deserted. It's another world.

But this is not necessarily a bad thing."Zoe, this way." Hermione waved to her.

"Have you put it on?" She looked at the long blue scarf that Zoe had tied around her neck and scratched her neck uncomfortably. "Actually, I think it's a bad job, although I've been practicing it all the time. Uh, is it too long?"

She was right. As a scarf whose edges can hang down to the waist after several laps, it does not feel breathable and comfortable. Although it keeps warm, it is better than those scarves Zoe used in the past. weight.Even dozens of points are a shortcoming. If she is asked to spend money on such a scarf, she is definitely unwilling.

The pattern of the scarf is also very strange, with obvious changes.Judging from the conclusion drawn from the speculation, I originally wanted to embroider a bronze eagle on it, but I gave up halfway through it. In the end, I mixed the part that I did before and became a Only the color fades to black, and there are birds with four different heads.

"It would be nice if you told me the real body of your patron saint earlier." Hermione also noticed the pattern, and sighed lowly, "Time is running out by the time I want to change it."

"I think you can return the scarf to me, and wait until I'm more proficient, and then weave you something better..." Hermione reached out and wanted to come over to grab it. Zoe dodges to avoid it, holding the scarf and watching warily Holding her."I want this one."

Hermione was amused by her look, although she blushed, she didn't snatch it again."Thank you for the present, Hermione." Zoe said embarrassedly. "I didn't even think about making anything for you by hand. To be honest, I can only knit woolen socks." She chose Hermione. A potion book that I mentioned to her before.In the past she had only knitted things for Dumbledore, but the technique was very bad, and the wool socks looked like two long pockets.

But when she received Hermione's gift, she couldn't help but understand the mood of Dumbledore who accepted her gift at the time.The scarf that the important person made for herself, whether it is ugly or uncomfortable, is not important to her at all, at least Zoe wants to surround it all his life.If she would not spend money to buy such a terrible scarf, then no one should try to snatch it from her.

"Untie it first, you can't eat breakfast like this." Hermione pointed to the scarf that had been hanging like a napkin."No." Zoe frowned, twisting the extra section twice.But in this way, it is almost like a stuffy heavy object hanging around the neck, and there is no way to avoid dripping food scraps or sauce on it.Zoe stopped after taking two bites.

But I want to stay around.I could see that Hermione didn't intend to stop her anymore, presumably because he believed that Zoe would definitely accept his life obediently and take off the scarf.

Sure enough, Hermione smiled clearly, watching Zoe wiped her hands and mouth and began to untie the scarf, but she was confused when she saw that Zoe was holding the long scarf with both hands and did not completely untie it. Look.

Zoe leaned close to Hermione and tied the extra scarf around Hermione's neck.In this way, there is no need to really take off the scarf, it can also reduce the load on the neck, and there is no need to worry about the scarf hanging into the food and getting dirty. A scarf that looks too long for one person only needs to be wrapped by two people, but it is unexpectedly very suitable.With pride in his heart, Zoe was happy to start eating after finishing all this, and when he raised his head, he faced the flushed Hermione.The too close distance turned into an impact and hit Zoe's heart.

"Well, we should have breakfast quickly..." Hermione stammered, and Zoe didn't look much better than her.

It took longer than ever to eat breakfast. Fortunately, there were not many people in the auditorium, otherwise the weird behavior of the two people would definitely be watched by countless people.Intentionally or unintentionally, no one now proposes to take off the scarf.

"I'm going out of school today. Will you come with me?" After getting used to it, the red glow on Hermione's face faded, her expression still uncomfortable, just to divert her attention by saying something serious.

"I can't get out of school." Zoe said gloomily. "Where are you going?"

"I plan to go to the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to visit Mr. Weasley." Hermione said, "I told you before. He was bitten by a snake. Listen to Harry and they say that the situation has stabilized. After coming down, I just need to rest for a while. I have been taken care of by them a lot, and today I want to visit."

"You should go out to relax, Zoe." She looked at the girl who looked downcast and said seriously, "Maybe you don't want to trouble Professor Dumbledore because of your mistakes, but you haven't been out for a long time. Yes. You know I’m not talking about walking outside the castle."

"But Umbridge..." Why didn't Zoe want to go with Hermione?But she worried about what Umbridge would do.

"Although my most unacceptable teacher in the past was Professor Trelawney, I dare say that Professor Trelawney in my heart cannot even reach Umbridge’s toe.” Hermione squeezed angrily. With fists.

"We can go back to school before the evening, so that you can also report to Umbridge." Hermione lowered her head. "Why can't I have a chance to teach her severely? That old witch went back for the holiday by herself, and Thinking of making you uncomfortable."

"...Forget it. If Umbridge finds fault for you again because of this..." Hermione was silent for a while, and wanted to withdraw this impulsive suggestion.

"No, I'll go." Zoe said firmly, "I almost forgot after so long-I didn't want to succumb to the threat of that bastard. Even if the terms stipulate that she is my guardian, I Not her slave."

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Saint Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is usually a weird building. In the waiting room, there are always many wizards suffering from strange diseases or having strange mutations sitting on the benches with sad faces, waiting for treatment. With the help of the teachers, the eerie wailing sounds from time to time.But on Christmas Day, even the sick are not so painful.

"Do you think these Christmas decorations are really effective in relieving the patient's condition?" Zoe asked curiously.Just now she passed by a wizard who was holding her severed hand. The wizard was smiling and not nervous at all.She also saw a wizard's mouth with a Christmas ball in her mouth. The wizard couldn't speak, and could only nod or shook her head desperately when others asked her about her illness, making a whine sound in her mouth.

"At least I can give them some comfort in their mood, and it can also make the therapists feel better. In fact, there are some injuries that can only be seen on this day, not serious, but always funny. For the therapist It’s a little like a Christmas after show, after all, they have to go to work even on holidays.” Doris rarely showed a dignified and steady attitude. Sometimes a therapist in a green robe would say hello to her. All smiled and responded one by one.

When those people are far away, the nature of this person is suddenly exposed.Doris glamorously described to Zoe the funny cases that she had seen less than half a day today."At that time, the wizard had two large nasal congestion in his nose, his cheeks were full, and he looked like he was going to die. He rushed up with a sign and wanted to find someone for treatment. It was Merrick treating The teacher received him. You didn’t see the scene at the time. Mr. Merrick just stood in front of him. This guy couldn’t help but sprayed the chocolate sauce all over the old therapist..." Doris said When he got here, he became serious again, smiled and greeted another acquaintance, "Do you know why he spit chocolate sauce? Because he wanted to play a trick at the party, spraying a chocolate fountain from his nose, but finally couldn’t stop. "Doris held back a smile, she was there to help.

Hermione had followed Harry and them to visit Mr. Weasley. She wanted to take Zoe with him, but Zoe refused.She felt that in terms of her friendship with Mr. Weasley, going to visit rashly might embarrass each other.No matter how many times Hermione told her she didn't mind this, but Zoe still couldn't get past her own level.

Fortunately, she is not alone (although she really wants to be alone now), they happened to meet Doris who was helping in Saint Mungo, and they wanted to find a chance before she said her refusal. The skipped Doris seized the opportunity to catch Zoe, and half forcibly began to serve as Zoe's guide.

Chapter 84 The Trip to Saint Mungo (Part Two)

"Actually I don't know what to take you around. Would you like to walk around in the hospital and listen to the screams of those patients?" Doris quietly pointed her wand, and the decorated skeleton next to the corridor opened her arms. (As if to hug a passing pedestrian) He threw himself out, and a young therapist who happened to pass by was so scared that he cried out.

Zoe ignored Doris, who was snickering, and just walked to observe the nearby patients. A listless wizard was sitting in a single chair. His face was blue and there was a lot of skin everywhere. Zoe saw sparks from his nose when he sneezed.

"That is a patient suffering from dragon pox, but this guy's condition is not serious. To let the patient run around without knowing who the therapist is in charge is a kind of dereliction of duty." Doris Looking around, a therapist in a green robe hurriedly led the man away.

Noting the doubt that Zoe did not say, Doris did not intend to hide or say: "Dragon pox is an infectious disease. Although there have been many advances in treatment and suppression methods, it is not impossible to release the medicine after taking the medicine on time. The patient goes out, but he needs to be accompanied by a responsible therapist or a professional with relevant knowledge. After all, no one wants a mobile source of infection to infect unrelated people outside. If the disease is serious, it can be fatal. "

"Let’s go to the sixth floor. Although the hospital doesn’t feel very good, the Strange Pathogen Infection Department on the third floor is particularly bad. Some people’s faces are swollen like the backs of toads, and their bodies are stinking. The sixth floor. There are shops and tea rooms, just to pass the time, waiting for your girlfriend to come to you when the visit is over." Zoe didn't intend to reject this proposal, but rolled his eyes at Doris's statement.

They passed the medicine and plant poisoning department on the fourth floor along the swaying stairs, and just ascended to the fifth floor (the curse and injury department), there was a sweet and greasy fake that turned into ashes and Zoe couldn’t forget. sound.That person should be talking to someone, with a little worry in his tone, while the other person has a respectful attitude towards her and is explaining the situation to her.

If you stand here, you will soon be discovered, and the fact that Zoe sneaked out will be exposed.Zoe looked up at the nearby room, and ran forward without a word, pulling Doris' arm.Although Doris was surprised by this, she did not resist. As soon as the two of them rushed into the room (during that time, they had to use the unlocking spell to solve the lock of the room), the sound of footsteps faintly sounded.

"...Thank you for your care, Mr. Bohan. I will definitely remember your affection for me." The charming voice sounded like a little girl, "If you need any help in the future, my office The door is always open for you."

"Where, I'm just doing my duty as a therapist. If you still feel something wrong when you go back, I am willing to help you at any time, Ms. Umbridge." Another voice answered humbly. "If you don't mind, can you tell me your speculation about yourself being cursed? If you know the source of the curse, you can easily get rid of it." The voice continued, "Of course, if you think Don’t force it if it’s inconvenient. Even if you don’t know the source, your situation can be completely resolved. The curse doesn’t want to take your life.”

"I can’t understand, after all, I think I haven’t offended anyone. I’ve been thinking about it and haven’t reached a conclusion so far, so I can’t talk to you more, even if I guess someone wants to hurt me. There is no evidence to find that person.” Umbridge’s voice turned, “As expected of Saint Mungo, it solved my troubles easily. Our Ministry of Magic has always attached great importance to this hospital, and the Minister always appeals to you. Make a donation."

The next step is to compliment each other without nutrition. Although he has maintained a respectful attitude, I can hear that the other person does not follow the olive branch extended by Umbridge, but maintains a certain neutral observation attitude. But it doesn't seem rude.Before the footsteps completely disappeared downstairs, Zoe heard they were talking about Madam Pomfrey at Hogwarts. The therapist was full of praise for her technique, saying that if it weren’t because Madam Pomfrey insisted on being in Hogwar As the head nurse, she was originally qualified to be the chief therapist of Saint Mungo.

"Fortunately, you dragged me into hiding." Even Doris was relieved. "If my father is lazy here when he sees me to help, he will definitely criticize me for a long time."

"Damn it, how can I meet that old witch anywhere, can't even Christmas be reassuring." Zoe said irritably, although it seems that Umbridge has solved the problem and is ready to leave, but just When I meet her here, I can feel gloomy.

"Who did you say did this?" Doris poked Zoe curiously."What?" Zoe asked.

"Oh, just to ask who you think cursed her. I can find no less than 20 people who want to do it like this. Her ability to toss others is not ordinary. It is natural to get revenge, right." Zoe heard the sound. He looked away uncomfortably.

Even if Zoe was surprised to run into Umbridge here, it was because she didn’t expect Umbridge’s suspicion would be so heavy, and she would come after Madam Pomfrey had solved her basic problems. Seek a therapist to confirm the solution.

"I'm not interested." Zoe said coldly.The answer to this question was clear from the beginning: after all, the person who cast the spell was herself.The purpose is not only to get revenge, but also to practice the knowledge learned from Max.But even if Doris asks it, it's useless, Zoe will definitely not tell her the truth.

"Oh my God, the bad guy Siegel! Shining won't let you get close to your master!" A shrill voice sounded from one side, and with a sound of "poof", the two turned around and held them in the hands of a house elf Holding a basin of water, he put the towel around his neck in a circle, because the towel was too long for his small arms and legs.