Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

In the office of Hogwarts Umbridge, Emily Harris stood in front of several vases filled with dried flowers, tilting her head and looking at the decorative plates hanging on the opposite wall, each with a color Bright big cats with different bows on their necks.

"Our professor's aesthetic is ... um ... unique." Pansy came to Emily's side with his arms, looked at Emily's eyes, and rarely expressed his opinion in a gentle tone.

"The black cat is still very cute." Emily pointed to a plate hanging on the side. The black cat raised its ears, as if staring at each of them looking at it with its glowing green eyes. people.

Pansy glanced away and looked away. Compared with this cat, at least those cats with bows in front of them can still be called cute.

Emily sat quietly in the chair under the cat, observing the wizards who had entered the room-all pure blood, many were members of the training class, and the family was still rich.

"Good evening." Umbridge's voice was sweet and greasy. "Everyone will find a place to sit down first."

She walked to Emily's side, lovingly touching Emily's hair sitting in a chair, and in the dark heart occupied by cruelty and power, she had a rare and funny look. Thought, "If I give you a basket of hugs, what will you give me?"

"A basket of kisses." Emily gave Umbridge a sweet, perfect smile, and her crescent eyes made her lashes look particularly long.

"Oh, my dear little sweet bear." Umbridge looked like he was about to throw a big hug to Emily, who was a little fat, but she restrained herself and winked at Emily. Walking to the back of her desk, a thick, strong iron bolt was nailed to the wall behind the table. Harry's firebolt was tied to the bolt with an iron chain and locked.

Pansy, who was beside Emily, noticed that Emily's black calfskin boots hidden under the magic robe were constantly pounding on the ground, looking a little impatient.

"Welcome to you, Hogwarts' best little wizards," Umbridge raised his head, raised his hands as if to hug them, and poured a glass for each little wizard. Black tea that is too sweet as she herself, "After the Christmas holiday, we will form an investigation action team, and you are students that I personally selected. You all support the Ministry of Magic. Please accept my invitation if you want. Become a member of the Investigation Action Team, and I look forward to your joining. "

Umbridge was satisfied to see that everyone's eyes were gathered on her. She enjoyed the feeling of being paid attention and attention. Although the people in front of them were just little wizards who had not graduated, but behind them The power and financial power represented cannot be ignored by anyone, and their future will inevitably be infinitely bright.

"If you join the investigative action group, you will have the same power as the professors, and you can freely requisition such as Quidditch stadiums and functional classrooms; in order to correct school style and discipline, you can also deduct the scores of other students." With Wu Mulrich's words fell, and even Crabbe and Gower's little head melon, who ate the refreshments prepared by Umbridge, realized the benefits of participation-the members would each have the power of a senior.

After coming out of the Umbridge office, Pansy deliberately spoke to the surrounding Kolkrab, but he actually wanted to express his faithfulness to the Harris through Emily ’s mouth: "Umbridge deliberately bypassed Miss Granger, the manager of the training class left by Allen, it seems that the attitude of Miss Granger in the last incident of Professor Lupin made her care about it, but it was really a naive idea, thinking that given the bones with this power , Our members of the training class will be at odds. "

Emily apparently did n’t take Pansy ’s words to heart because of her age. She turned to Gore and Crabbe behind her and said, “She put too much tea sugar on it. By the way, do you know the tea itself? Was it discovered by accident? "

Goyle was a little embarrassed when asked: "I don't know, I don't know too many things."

"When someone was boiling water in his garden in ancient times, a leaf on the tea tree just fell into the pot." Emily, who was petite, raised her head and looked at the bulky Gower, explaining to him friendly.

Crabbe on the side looked a little surprised: "Is tea coming from the tree?"

Emily raised her small eyebrow in doubt: "Where did you think it came from?"

Crabbe also looked down at Emily wondering: "Grocery store?"

Christmas is approaching, and there is a festive atmosphere in the waiting room of the St. Mungo ’s Magical Injury Hospital: bright crystal bubbles turn into red and gold, like giant Christmas balls, blinking. Holly is hung at every door, and the Christmas tree covered with snow and ice in magic is shining in every corner, with a shining gold star on the top of the tree.

Arthur Weasley leaned on the bed, with leftover turkey set on his legs, with a sheep-like docile expression on his face. When Mrs. Molly Weasley put away the plate, she glanced at him and suddenly made a terrible sound between screaming and roaring.

"Arthur!" She pulled off Mr. Arthur Weasley's sick suit and exposed the wound that was stitched by a thread like a centipede, and her voice was as crisp as the mousetrap. " What is this, your bandage? "

??? "Ah?" Mr. Weasley seemed afraid, pulling the sheet over his chest. "Ah-don't be angry, Molly, Auguste Paye told me this treatment is called sutures, Mol. Li, it's a combination of Muggle and wizard medical methods "

"Muggles?" Mrs. Weasley said louder than words. "Are you using Muggle therapy?"

"It's not useless, Molly, my dear," Mr. Weasley pleaded, "Just--just Pai and I want to try this new treatment from San Mungo."

Mrs. Weasley sneered and said, "But, Arthur, you are not so stupid, you actually use Muggles--"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Our suture therapy was recently developed by the umbrella company. It was developed on the basis of the combination of Muggle and the medical means of the wizard. ~ Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Wait for the wound to heal well The suture will naturally disappear, at least it is much better than the traditional treatment for healing this snake venom wound. "A handsome young man with brownish curly hair who was still very young said to Mrs. Weasley.

This made Molly unable to talk about Arthur's wound again.

"Mom, does Percy still refuse to come at this time?" Ron saw the atmosphere embarrassed and wanted to divert the topic. As a result, this stupid question made Mrs. Weasley, who was still watching her husband sew the wound, burst into tears. It shed, she turned her head, wiped her tears, and choked, "He said he would not come back for the holidays."

"Sorry, ma'am, please let me go. After I have checked the wound, you can be discharged." Augusto Pey thought it was better to finish his work as soon as possible.

After the inspection, the twin brothers helped Arthur Weasley out of the hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley quickly packed up their belongings. When going downstairs, they bumped into a witch with a walnut in his left nostril.

"In St Mungo you can see all kinds of strange injuries." George shrugged his shoulders, "a woman with long hair, a grayish-yellow face, and a man with a frowning face talking to himself."

Ginny heard the twins describe their adventures in the hospital a little uncomfortable, and she also saw many strangely shaped patients.

"Mom, we also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandma." After finishing, seeing Mrs. Weasley's disapproving gaze, George quickly changed the subject, "I also saw a patient with loose pox , The skin on his face looked a bit like Ron, and they were all disappointed. "

"Who said you don't like it? My face is just freckles!" Ron's ears were red.