A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

It wasn't until Molly saw the "Information Desk" sign that she suddenly understood why no one paid attention to them. The discovery was a relief, as at least she now knew where to go for help.

The receptionist behind the desk was a slightly fat blond witch. It's her turn to work the night shift again today, and she has to submit tonight's shift report tomorrow afternoon. When she thought of this, she felt unprecedented pressure and irritation, and even her face didn't look good.

The wall behind her was covered with various notices and notes, as well as a large portrait of a witch with silver curly hair.

Delise Derwent, Healer of St. Mungo's (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768).

Delise looked at Molly and her group, silently counting their numbers. Then she winked at them, stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

There is no doubt that Delise accepted Dumbledore's instructions and came to them specifically. Now that Harry and the Weasleys had arrived safely, she could go back and report.

Finally, Molly made it to the front of the line and stood in front of the impatient receptionist.

Tonks pinched her randomly deformed nose, and her voice was so soft that it was almost swallowed up by the noise of the hospital: "This is all Garen's fault."

Molly paid no attention to the misbehaving children; her heart was entirely focused on her husband. She pressed against the door and anxiously looked inside through the small window on the door.

"No, brother." George immediately retorted, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Without your big brother, you have to wait until tomorrow to know the result." He turned around and said in a deliberately long tone: "This is a very long ordeal."

"Percy..." Molly took the paper tremblingly, her voice choked.

Seeing the fear on Molly's face, Pai hurriedly added: "But please don't worry too much. Dr. Hippocrat has controlled the spread of the poison. As long as the patient's mood remains stable, everything can be saved."

"But we also have galleons..." Harry couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, confusion written on his young face.

"Hello, my husband Arthur, Arthur Weasley was sent by the Ministry of Magic tonight..." Molly said anxiously.

When Harry heard this, he lowered his head involuntarily. He closed his eyes and tried to remember his dream. In that vague and terrifying dream, he saw himself biting Arthur, but he couldn't see clearly what he looked like at that time.

The receptionist shook his head and said in a cold tone: "You should ask Weasley's therapist about this. The list in my hand is not your husband's medical record."

He also knew that his idea could not come true. But saying it in public would make him happy for a while.

"We need to wait a little longer..." She thought of the receptionist's words and immediately felt new anxiety.

Rogge coughed and reminded him to be quiet and not to interrupt his thinking.

"However, Arthur's wound is difficult to heal. Hippocrates said that he needs to take blood replenishing medicine every hour." He shook his head helplessly and secretly put his wallet into Molly's hand: "Mom , I still have to go back to the ministry.”

"What, I thought Percy had become a big shot!" Fred suddenly said, his tone full of yin and yang: "If I had seen this ward before, I would have guessed that Dad would be transferred here. ”

Just as they were anxiously waiting for the results of Arthur's treatment, Percy's figure suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. He didn't stop and walked quickly towards Molly: "Arthur...Dad has been rescued, mainly because of excessive blood loss."

Draco searched the Great Hall carefully and found that the Gryffindors he hated most were not there. Even the little girl named Ginny didn't come to breakfast.

The prices of medicinal materials in the magical world have skyrocketed recently, and Mo Li's savings from frugal living alone may not be able to sustain her until dawn. Fortunately, Arthur was attacked at the Ministry of Magic, and the Financial Secretary borne the main cost of treatment. Otherwise, the Weasley family's situation will only become more embarrassing.

"Harry, it's not your fault." She noticed Harry's low mood, patted his shoulder and said, "If it weren't for you, Arthur would probably..."

Molly held her hand nervously and asked hurriedly: "Is he not out of danger yet?"

"You can complain if you have any objections." The receptionist pointed to the wooden box on the wall expressionlessly, and then turned to the next wizard with horns on his head: "Fifth floor, next."

Moody slapped him to stop talking.

He spread his hands to the twins with an innocent expression on his face: "Boys, maybe I'm wrong."

The big stone that had been weighing on her heart for a long time finally fell to the ground, and she felt a wave of relief. And Percy had almost arranged everything, so she didn't have to look at the face of the lady at the reception desk.

This sentence was like a shot in the arm, instantly dispelling the gloom that enveloped everyone's minds.

"As for those toxins..." Pai paused, carefully choosing his words.

"His attending physician is Hippocrates," he said with a hint of exhaustion in his tone, obviously not resting all night.

His right foot was like a balloon, slowly deflating and returning to its normal size.

"Arthur Weasley?" The witch slowly flipped through the long list in her hand and finally found the patient's information: "Oh, he is being treated on the second floor. You need to wait a little longer."

"Okay." The wizard shook his head and chuckled, throwing away the crutch in his hand.

"10, or 100?" The wizard sitting next to him couldn't help but interjected.

"Madam, I will be able to check it after the therapist finishes the treatment and comes out of the ward." The receptionist replied impatiently.

The witch then motioned her to stand to the side so as not to block the people behind her.

"What's wrong?" Black frowned and asked, with confusion and a little dissatisfaction in his tone: "Did I say something wrong? Moody, since you know the reason, why don't you explain it clearly. This is not like your style!"

In her loving eyes, this was just a common fight and anger between children. She believed that these small frictions would not cause any big problems. After all, in the Weasley family, love is the eternal bond.

Ginny looked at her father's pale face and couldn't help sobbing.

"When they divide the family property, tut tut..." He said, and couldn't help making a strange sound, as if he had foreseen the future disputes.

However, after noticing the unfriendly eyes of Harry and others, the wizard shut up tactfully.

"Affect the soul?" Molly forced herself to remain calm, with a resolute light flashing in her eyes, "Mr. Pye, what... does this mean?"

"Great." He sighed and couldn't help jumping a few times, as excited as a child.

He cleared his throat, put on a friendly smile, and said goodbye to the stranger with good wishes: "Madam, I wish you good luck. May Merlin bless your family to be forever in harmony and health."

Trainee therapist Pye followed closely behind, with a thick medical record book under his arm and a few bottles of glittering blood tonic in his hands.

Fred stared at Percy's back and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "He only cares about serving tea and water to the minister. He is really heartless..."

But she failed to realize that this was a deep-rooted difference in values ​​between Percy and his other brothers. Even if they all care about their families, they will cause estrangement and even hatred between each other.

Molly recognized the familiar fiery red hair at a glance, and her heart skipped a beat. She could no longer suppress her worries and thoughts, and rushed over desperately, her voice trembling with excitement: "Arthur... Arthur..."

Molly breathed a sigh of relief. Although the information she received was brief, at least Arthur's location and condition were confirmed.

Molly followed the address provided by Percy and came to the Dai Luelin ward on the second floor. "Severe bite" was prominently written on the door, and a handwritten card was embedded in the copper frame below. The handwriting was neat but revealed a sense of urgency.

"There are only two patients inside, and Arthur has not been sent here yet." Mad-Eye's magic eye rolled around, like a sophisticated scanner, telling her the situation in the ward.

Sirius finally couldn't stand the receptionist's perfunctory answer. He rushed up and slammed the table: "Hey, what's your attitude!"

Molly held back her tears and tried to force a smile: "Children, we have to believe in your father. He is a strong man and will definitely get through this difficult time."

"Are you the patient's family members?" Pai looked up at the crowd that suddenly surrounded him, frowning slightly.

Suddenly, a bed slid silently from the corner of the corridor, breaking the heavy silence.

Pai gently pushed open the door of the ward and gently placed Arthur on the innermost bed.

Molly still didn't give up, and smiled embarrassedly: "Miss, can you tell me who my husband's therapist is?"

To some extent, this hidden rift is more serious than any quarrel on the surface. It is like a time bomb that may explode within the Weasley family at any time. After all, pagans are far more evil than heretics.

Molly took a deep breath when she heard the words, as if she had sucked all her worries into her lungs. She slowly loosened her grip on the door frame and decided to wait for him at the door.

"You too, sir." Molly frowned, not taking the other person's words too seriously.

"Let's put it this way, the venomous snake that bit him is very uncommon." There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "and the venom remaining in his body is likely to affect the soul."

"In addition, I suggest that you contact the Ministry of Magic to find out what kind of snake bit him. Only in this way can we formulate a suitable treatment plan." He swallowed the rest of his words to prevent the witch in front of him from suddenly falling down due to the pressure.

"Hush!" Tonks put her index finger in front of her lips and reminded them to keep quiet with a serious look.

"It's not my second brother either." Fred interrupted and shouted angrily: "We are not afraid of waiting."

"Draco, they may have gone to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Magic." Someone pointed at the newspaper and reminded softly.

When everyone heard this, they instantly showed an embarrassed and apologetic smile on their faces. They quickly stepped back to make way for the beds and the therapists.

Before she finished speaking, Molly's palm had already landed heavily on the back of his head. Although George and Ron were also full of resentment, they had to shut up in dismay under their mother's stern gaze.

Molly took a breath and her face turned pale instantly. Fred and George exchanged a worried look, and their usual mischievousness was completely gone at this moment. Ginny crawled into Tonks' arms and cried softly.

Molly was overjoyed and carefully put away the potion. Tears of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and she nodded repeatedly to the doctor. It was as if she was promising the other party that she would make Arthur strictly follow the doctor's orders.

"I bit him, and I even wanted to attack Professor Dumbledore!" This thought echoed in Harry's mind, making him feel fear and guilt.

Fatigue rushed onto his face, and Pai couldn't help but yawned, but he still dutifully warned: "When he wakes up tomorrow morning, please strictly follow the frequency of taking one bottle every hour. This will be good for his health." Recovery is crucial."

"But, madam." He looked at Molly and kindly reminded: "Your sons seem to be really difficult to deal with. This is a headache!"

"Does Percy think he is the only one who can read?" the twins said in unison, crossing their arms on their chests, looking quite proud.

"It's hard to explain clearly." Pai's expression was still solemn and his words were still very cautious: "It may cause the patient to have hallucinations, lose some kind of perception, and may even affect memory."

He lowered his voice with a professional calmness and a hint of severity that could not be ignored: "Please note that the patient was severely bitten and suffered excessive blood loss. In addition, there are still snake venom residues in his body. He is now in an extremely weak state. You'd better not disturb his rest."

"There is nothing we can do about it. We all rely on the treatment fees of ordinary patients. St. Mungo's has closed down long ago..."

"Mom, don't worry, everything will be fine." Percy comforted gently, and his eyes immediately glanced at his brothers.

"It's never been like this before." Sirius couldn't help complaining, "When I was a kid, I used magic to hurt myself. I always went directly to the ward upstairs. I never heard that you have to wait for the therapist to come out before you can know the other person's condition. name……"

"Hey, boys, you are still too young." The wizard next to him raised his calf and touched his newly recovered right foot in surprise. With a joyful smile on his face, he quickly put on his shoes and stood up to see if he could walk.

When Sirius heard this, his expression changed slightly. He turned his head silently, obviously unwilling to continue this topic.

"Ah?" Draco's smile froze on his face, he gritted his teeth and sat back unwillingly. There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes. Clearly regretting not being able to continue teasing.

George next to him nodded in agreement. He pointed to the handwritten card and echoed: "That's right. In addition to the main therapist, I even know the name of the intern therapist. Look, Augustus Pye."

"It's strange, Nagini was already taken away by me, why was he still bitten by a snake?" Rogge looked at the morning newspaper and couldn't help but frown.

These words were like a huge stone, hitting everyone's heart hard, and the guilt in Harry's heart became even heavier.

"Tomorrow morning, Arthur will turn to the second door on the right on the second floor, Dai Llewellyn's ward." As he said, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, carefully wrote down the information, and handed it to Mo Korea.

Molly quickly grabbed the excited Sirius, and the group decided to wait on a bench nearby.

"This is blood-replenishing medicine." He turned around and walked out of the ward, handing the medicine into Molly's trembling hands.

"Young man, you have to know that St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic needs substantial and ongoing donations to keep them running."

He scratched the itchy soles of his feet and looked at Sirius meaningfully: "You were able to enter the ward directly before, so your family must not be simple, right? I bet your family donates generously to the hospital every year, so that you can enjoy it. Such thoughtful special care service.”

His eyes flashed with gloating, and he said sarcastically: "Wow, have all the Weasley children been expelled? And Harry Potter, hahaha..."

He looked at Rogge who was frowning and thinking, and asked curiously: "Are you wondering why they left school?"

"The Daily Prophet has already reported it." Rogge shook his head and handed him the newspaper. "Rita and the newspaper don't know where they are hiding, but their information is surprisingly well-informed. I can guarantee that she will be the first It wasn’t long before we learned about the Ministry of Magic staff being attacked by unknown creatures.”