After a few more words of reassurance, Professor McGonagall let them go.

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

There is no danger, and she is already a fan, maybe even a few decades younger will join it, so she will turn a blind eye.

Students also need other activities to relieve their stress.

Principled, old-fashioned, but not rigid and rigid.

A good teacher should have these qualifications.

The group walked out of Professor McGonagall's office in a dejected manner, and returned to the common room.

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 punish you? This is not Professor McGonagall's style, I'll go to her now. ”

As his girlfriend, Angelina naturally cares about him.

George was just scrappy about his Quidditch paraphernalia, and it looked like he was going to be confiscated and turned in.

Just seeing that Angelina was about to reason with McGonagall, he quickly took her hand again.

"It has nothing to do with this, it's just that we want to rest for a while. His eyes were red and he began to choke.

and his heartless appearance all the time.

She gently patted George's shoulder.

As the eldest sister with a very leadership style, she now feels that she can only comfort her boyfriend like this.

He'll talk to himself later.

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

One exception, Mad-Eye Moody.

His demands were even more stringent.

"You need to work harder, this time, it was your father's luck, but next time, maybe you will need to protect him, I think you should have learned something. He said to Ron.

Ron nodded heavily, and the practice became more and more serious.

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

They are living like a year, looking forward to being able to leave school as soon as possible to see their father and elders.

After a long wait, and a lot of time, the first Hogsmeade Week arrived.

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

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

Before that, they went to Hogsmeade to buy some fruit, and the two girls bought a few bouquets of flowers, calla lilies and lilies to wish the patient a speedy recovery.

To save time, instead of using Muggle transportation, they opted for Floo Powder, which is the usual way for most wizards to get around.

Sprinkled some glittering powder into the site's fireplace, and the green flames burst into the room, and they entered it in an orderly manner.

There was a whirling feeling of tearing, and after the dizziness hit, I didn't even have time to savor it.

The journey is over.

The Floo Powder site they arrived at was a Muggle supermarket toilet, where two girls came out of the women's restroom and the other boys came out of the men's restroom.

It seems that the location is also very sweet, with a place for them to vomit.

After coming out to meet and meet, the group continued towards St. Mungo's Hospital.

Along the long graffiti-covered street, people came and went, but as we continued to walk in the middle, the figures began to become scarce.

In front of them was an old-fashioned red-brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looked decrepit and deserted, with only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs and postures in different postures, wearing clothes from at least ten years ago. The dusty doors are hung with large signs that say "closed for renovation".

There was only one particularly ugly female dummy inside, with false eyelashes falling out, wearing a green nylon skirt.

A few people walked straight through the glass.

The quiet surroundings began to be noisy again.

They seemed to be in a crowded waiting room, with rows of witches and witches sitting on rickety wooden chairs, which were considered the most normal patients, and of course, could also be family members.

Most of them were patients with strange conditions, such as those with green boils on their faces, which was understandable, and the most surprising thing was that someone had a pig's tail growing out of their back.

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

It wasn't too cold, and there were people wrapped in at least a dozen quilts, still huddled in the corners shivering.

A variety of strange illnesses rarely seen in the Muggle world play out here.

"Hello, may I ask what ward Mr. Arthur Weasley is in? Hermione stopped a hurried man, dressed in white, with a wand and bone cross embroidered on his chest.

The man shook his head.

Then he pointed not far to his right, where a blonde witch sat with a tattered iron sign that read- Inquiry.

There is also a huge sign.

Hermione paused for a moment, squinting at the sign.

"Excuse me. Hermione looked back and said quickly, she remembered pretty much.

Just as they were about to go over to ask questions, they heard Mrs. Weasley's shout, who was waving to them in the corner, quickly approaching, and leading them to line up behind a long line.

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

"Harry, Hermione, you're here too, Arthur will be pleased. ”

Along the way, Mrs. Weasley chatted with them.

They followed her through the double doors and through a narrow hallway flanked by portraits of famous healers, crystal bubbles filled with candles floating on the ceiling that looked like giant soap bubbles. There were wizards in green robes coming in and out of each door, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and a faint wailing could be heard from time to time. They began to ascend the stairs.

"Let it go, let it go!" a hurried, dark green robe-clad male therapist hurried downstairs, holding a basin of strange blue liquid that was constantly foaming out, as if it was ready to spill onto the person's body at any moment.

Hermione was a little unlucky, she was hit hard and lost her balance, but fortunately her hand quickly grabbed the railing on the side to avoid falling, but when she regained her balance and looked up again, she saw them nowhere to be seen.

She could only go all the way up, and with the memory she had just had, she remembered the structure of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic when she was on the first floor, in front of a sign that had been erected.