In Hogwarts Umbridge's office, Emily Harris stood in front of several vases filled with dried flowers, tilting her head to look at the decorative plates hanging on the opposite wall, each with a large, brightly colored cat wearing a different bow around her neck.

"The aesthetic of our professors is very ...... Well...... Unique. Pansy crossed her arms and came to Emily's side, followed Emily's gaze, and expressed her opinion in a rare tact.

"That black cat is still very cute. Emily pointed to a plate hanging on the very edge, and the black cat pricked up its ears, as if glowing green eyes staring at everyone who looked at it.

Pansy glanced at it and looked away, at least the bowy cats in front of her were cute compared to this cat.

Emily sat quietly on the chair below the cat, observing the wizards who had entered the room - all pure-bloods, many of them members of the training class, and all of them had considerable wealth in their families.

"Good evening. Umbridge's voice was sweet, "Let's all find a place to sit down first." ”

She walked up to Emily's side and lovingly touched Emily's hair sitting in a chair, and it was rare that she couldn't help but think of teasing the sweet-looking little girl in front of her, "What would you give me if I gave you a basket of hugs?"

"A basket of kisses. Emily also gives Umbridge a sweet, perfect smile, and her crescent-shaped eyes make the ends of her eyelashes look extraordinarily long.

"Oh, my dear little sweet bear. Umbridge looked like she was about to pounce on Emily, who was still a little baby fat, but she restrained herself, winked at Emily, and walked behind her desk, where a thick, sturdy bolt was nailed to the wall behind it, and Harry's firebolt was chained to the bolt and locked.

Pansy, who was beside Emily, noticed that Emily's black calfskin boots were constantly tapping against the ground hidden under her magical robes, and she looked a little impatient.

"Welcome, best young wizards at Hogwarts," Umbridge raised her head, raised her hands as if she wanted to hug them, and poured each of the young wizards a cup of black tea that seemed as sweet as herself, "After the Christmas break, we will be forming an investigative team, and you are my hand-picked students, you all support the Ministry of Magic, if you wish, please accept my invitation to be a member of the investigative team, I look forward to your joining." ”

Umbridge was satisfied to see that everyone's eyes were focused on her, and she enjoyed the feeling of being noticed and valued, although these people in front of her were just young wizards who had not graduated, but the power and wealth represented behind them could not be ignored by anyone, and their future was bound to be infinitely bright.

"If you join the investigative team, you will have the same power as the professors, and you will be able to requisition at will, such as Quidditch arenas, functional classrooms, and deduct points from other students for the sake of school discipline. As Umbridge's words fell, even Crabbe and Goyle's little heads, who were eating the refreshments prepared by Umbridge, realized the benefits of participating—the members would each have the power of a prefect.

After coming out of Umbridge's office, Pansy deliberately spoke to Gol Crabbe beside her, but in fact she wanted to relay it to the Harris through Emily's mouth to show her loyalty: "Umbridge deliberately bypassed Miss Granger, the manager of the training class left by Allen, it seems that Miss Granger's attitude in the last Professor Lupin incident made her very concerned, but it was really naïve, thinking that giving the meat and bones with this bit of power would cause discord among our training class members." ”

Emily, apparently not taking Pansy's words to heart because of her age, turned to Goyle and Crabbe behind her, and said, "She made too much tea sugar, by the way, did you know that the tea itself was discovered by accident?"

Goyle was asked a little embarrassed: "I don't know, there are so many things I don't know." ”

"In ancient times, when someone was boiling water in his garden, a leaf from the tea tree happened to fall into the pot. Emily, who was petite in her build, looked up at the bulky Goyle and explained in a friendly tone.

Crabbe on the side looked a little surprised: "Did the tea come from the tree?"

Emily raised a small eyebrow in confusion, "Where did you think it came from?"

Crabbe also looked down at Emily in confusion: "Grocery store?"

Christmas is just around the corner, and there's a festive mood in the waiting room of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries: bright crystal bubbles turn red and gold, like giant Christmas balls, flickering. Holly hung from every doorway, and a Christmas tree covered with snow and ice sparkled in every corner, with a twinkling gold star at the top of the tree.

Arthur Weasley leaned on the bed with a leftover turkey set on his lap and a sheep-like look on his face. Mrs. Weasley glanced at him as she put the plate away, and suddenly let out a terrible sound that was somewhere between screaming and growling.

"Arthur!" she ripped open Mr. Arthur Weasley's hospital gown, revealing a centipede-like wound stitched with thread, and her voice was as sharp as the sound of a mousetrap, "What is this, your bandage?"

???“ Huh?" Mr. Weasley seemed frightened, pulling the sheet above his chest, "Oh - don't be angry, Molly, Augustus Pai told me this treatment is called stitches, Molly, it's a combination of Muggle and wizard healing"

"Muggles?" Mrs. Weasley said word by word, "Are you using Muggle therapy?"

???“ It's not nonsense, Molly, my dear," said Mr. Weasley pleadingly, "it's just—it's just that Pai and I want to try this new cure from St. Mungo. ”

Mrs. Weasley sneered and said, "But, Arthur, you're not so stupid as to use a Muggle-"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but our suture therapy was developed by the Umbrella Company, based on the combination of Muggles and wizarding medical methods, and the sutures will naturally disappear when the wound is healed, at least it is much better than the traditional treatment of this snake venom wound. A handsome young man with curly brown hair said to Mrs. Weasley.

"Mom, is Percy still not coming at this time?" Ron asked, and Mrs. Weasley, who was still watching her husband stitch up his wounds, suddenly fell to her eyes, turned her head, wiped her tears, and choked up, "He's not coming back for the holidays." ”

"I'm sorry ma'am, please let me go, after I examine the wound, you can be discharged. "Augustus Pay thinks it's better to finish his job as soon as possible.

After the examination, the twin brothers helped Arthur Weasley out of the hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley quickly packed up their belongings. On their way downstairs, they bump into a witch with a walnut stuffed in her left nostril.

"In St. Mungo's you can see all sorts of strange injuries. George shrugged his shoulders, "A man with a hairy face, a gray-faced, sad face, and talking to himself." ”

??? Ginny was uncomfortable listening to the twins describing their adventures in the hospital, and she saw a number of strange patients.

"Mom, we also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandma. After saying that, seeing Mrs. Weasley's disapproving gaze, George quickly changed the subject, "I also saw a patient with loose pox, and the skin on his face looked a bit like Ron's, which was very unsightly. ”

"Who do you say you don't like, I'm just freckles on my face!" Ron's ears turned red.