"This is St. Mungo?" Harry wondered, but it looked like a hospital.

"So, are they doctors?" Harry asked Ron quietly.

"Doctor?" Ron said, looking taken aback. "Are those Muggle lunatics?, if so, then they're healers. ”

"Here!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, "come here and line up, otherwise we won't be able to get in." ”

They followed Weasley into the long line, where a golden-eyed witch sat at the information desk.

On the wall behind her are various notices and posters: a clean cauldron to prevent reagents from turning into poison, prescription antidotes, and a large portrait of a witch with her iconic silver scroll: Delis Devante, healer, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1722 and director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1741.

Delis stared at the Weasleys as if they were counting, and when Harry saw her, she blinked slightly, and the portrait that had left her diagonally vanished.

Meanwhile, at the front of the line, a young wizard makes odd movements and screams in pain, explaining his predicament to the wizard behind the table.

"It's not these-ouch-the shoes my brother gave me-oh-they eat me-ouch-feet-look they must have ...... Tarantallegra (Dancing Spell) on it I can't ...... Yes...... Get rid of it. "He jumped around on one foot, like dancing on hot coals.

"Those shoes don't stop you from reading, do they?" said the blue-eyed witch, angrily gesturing at the huge sign to the left of her desk. "If you want to cure, spell damage floor guide indicated on the 4th floor. Next!"

The wizard staggered and jumped away from the group, and the Weasleys took a few steps forward, Harry reading the Floor Guide: Artefact Accidents. The bottom crucible exploded, the wand had adverse consequences, the broom crashed, and other animal-induced injuries.

On the first floor, there are defects in magic such as bite stings, burns, bone wounds, etc., as well as spell prevention.

On the second floor, infectious diseases such as dragon pox disappearing disease and other drugs and plant poisoning.

On the third floor, the chain of explosions returned uncontrollably and so on spelling damage.

On the fourth floor, there are evil spells and sequelae of incorrect use of magic, etc., in the Visitors' Lounge/Hospital Shop.

On the fifth floor, if you don't know how to walk the language barrier or don't remember why you're here, our receptionists are happy to help.

An old wizard wearing a hearing aid hunched over to the front of the line, "I'm here to see Broderick Bodø!" he gasped.

"Ward 49, but I think you're wasting your time," said the witch, "he's completely confused, you know - he still thinks he's a teapot." Next!"

An annoyed wizard tugged at his little daughter tightly, her huge feathered wings piercing through his clothes and flapping his head.

"4th floor," said the witch in a bored voice, without asking, and the man disappeared by the double door next to the desk, pulling his daughter like a balloon of a strange shape. "Next!"

Mrs. Weasley walked over to the desk.

"Hello," she said, "my husband, Arthur Weasley, is said to have been sent to a special ward this morning, can you tell us-?"

"Arthur Weasley?" said the witch, her finger sliding down the directory in front of her. "It's the second room on the right on the first floor that is the ward of De Luewellh-Ward. ”

"Thank you," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Come with me. ”

They followed her through double doors and down a narrow hallway with portraits of famous healers, the ceiling lit by crystal bubbles filled with candles that looked like giant snot bubbles.

Belch...... It didn't seem like a good description, but Harry still thought it was very vivid.

More witches and wizards in orange-green robes entered and exited through the doors they passed. As they passed through a door, a foul-smelling yellow gas wafted into the hallway, and from a distance there was a sound of howling and crying.

They walked up a flight of stairs into the Spell Damage Hallway, and the door to the second room to the right read: Spell Critical Injury Room. Underneath this brass stand is a card with handwriting: Person in charge: Dorothy Jackson. Trainee Therapist: Augustus Pay.

"We're waiting outside for Molly," Tonks said. Arthur didn't want to be bothered by too many people. The family went in first. ”

Mad Eye roared in agreement, leaning his back against the wall of the hallway, his MONOCULUS turning in all directions.

Harry tried to step back, but Mrs. Weasley held out a hand and pushed him through the door, saying, "Don't be silly, Harry, Arthur wants to thank you." ”

The room was small and dim, with the only window high in the wall opposite the door, which was very narrow. The light comes mainly from the clusters of crystal bubbles in the middle of the dome. On the wall of the oak slab hangs an image of an evil sorcerer: Urquhart Rand 1612-1697 The Wise One Who Lifted the Bloodthirsty Curse.

There were only three patients. Mr. Weasley's hospital bed was by the small window at the end of the room. Harry watched happily and reassuringly as he reclined on a few pillows and read the Daily Prophet with a few rays of sunlight falling on his bed. He looked up and saw them coming towards him.

"Hello!" he beckoned, tossing the newspaper aside. "Bill just left, Molly he had to go back to work, he said he was going to see you later. ”

"How are you, Arthur?" asked Mrs. Weasley, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek and look at his face worriedly. "You still look emaciated. ”

"I feel good," Mr. Weasley said briskly, hugging Ginny warmly with his uninjured arm. "If they take off the bandages, I'll be able to go home. ”

"Why can't they take it off, Dad?" Fred asked. "Whenever they tried to remove it, the wound bleed wildly," said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, as he went to fetch the wand on his bedside table and conjure up six chairs beside the bed for them all to sit down.

"The wounds of those who have been hit by the Blood Whip Spell are not so easy to heal, they believe they will find a healing potion, and some are worse off than mine. At the same time, I had to use blood tonic every hour. But the guy over there ......," he said, lowering his voice and gesturing to the bed across from him, the patient, looking green and sick, staring at the ceiling. "The unfortunate guy who has been bitten by a werewolf has no hope of a cure at all. ”

"A werewolf?" Mrs. Weasley whispered, looking a little panicked. "Is he safe in the public room? Shouldn't he be in a single room?"

"Actually, St. Mungo has been a little nervous lately, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic have been fighting vampires a lot, the wards are full, and there are still two weeks before the full moon," Mr. Weasley reminded her calmly. "They talked to him this morning, the therapist you know, trying to convince him to live an almost normal life. I said to him - no name of course, of course - but I said that I knew a werewolf and, well, he handled the situation very well. ”

"What did he say?" asked George.

"He said he was going to bite me if I didn't shut up......" Mr. Weasley said sadly.

"There was a woman," he said, pointing to another bed by the door, "and she didn't tell the healer what had bitten her, and we all thought it must have been her misuse of the spell." Whatever it was, it tore a chunk of flesh from her leg and made it smell very unpleasant. ”

"And you're going to tell us what happened to you, Daddy?" Fred asked, pulling his chair closer to the bed.

"Well, you already know, don't you?" said Mr. Weasley, smiling at Harry. "It's very simple - I had a very long day dozing off, absconding, getting bitten. ”

"The Daily Prophet ran about your attack?" Fred pointed to the newspaper that Mr. Weasley had thrown aside.

"No, of course not," said Mr. Weasley, with a faint wry smile, "I don't want everyone in the ministry to know that a dirty, sinister man is back—"

"Arthur!" warned Mrs. Weasley.

"Uh-I-know," Mr. Weasley said hurriedly.

Harry was convinced that this was not what he was trying to say.

"Daddy, where were you when you were alive?" asked George.

"It's my business," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. He grabbed the Daily Prophet and shook it open and read, "I know from the newspaper that you were there and arrested Occam. Do you know that Willy Summer showed up in the back of the bathroom, and one of his spells had the undesirable effect of causing the bathroom to explode, and now he's lying unconsciously on the ground, covered in debris—"

"You said you're 'going to work,'" Fred interrupted him softly, "what are you doing?"

"Listen to your father," Mrs. Weasley whispered, "we're not here to discuss this! ”

"Well, don't ask me what's going on, he actually doesn't care about the bathroom anymore," Mr. Weasley said sternly. "I can only assume that the gold changed hands-"

"You're defending it, aren't you?" said George, quietly. "Weapons? Did that guy do it?"

"George is quiet!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted.

"Anyway," Mr. Weasley said, raising his voice, "this time Willy was arrested for selling the biting doorknob to a Muggle, I think he self-destructed his future, and according to this article, two Muggles lost their fingers and are now undergoing emergency bone replantation and memory modification at St. Mungo. Think, Muggles in St. Mungo!I wonder which ward they are in?" he looked eager to see an indicator.

"Didn't you say there's another person, Harry?" Fred asked, paying attention to his father's reaction. "Isn't it big? You saw him come back at night, didn't you?"

"That's enough," said Mrs. Weasley. "Mad-Eye and Tonks are out there, Arthur, they want to come and see you. You guys are waiting outside!" she pulled her baby and Harry. "See you next time, goodbye. Hurry up. ”

They returned to the hallway. Mad Eye and Tonks enter the room and close the door behind them. Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Good," he said calmly, rummaging through his pocket, "still doesn't tell us anything like that." ”

"Looking for these?" said George, pulling out a roll of what looked like flesh-colored thread. "You know what I'm thinking," Fred grinned. "How about let's see if there is a spell on St. Mungo's hospital room?"

He and George untied the thread and separated the five eavesdropping ears from each other. Fred and George gave one to each of the people around them. Harry hesitated.

"Come on, Harry, put it on! you saved Daddy's life. If anyone has the right to eavesdrop on him, it's you. ”

Harry couldn't help but smile and bared his teeth, grabbing the end of the string and inserting it into his ear, the twins had already put them on.

"Alright, let's go!" Fred whispered.

Flesh-colored threads twisted like slender worms snaking their way under the door. At first, Harry didn't hear anything, but when he suddenly heard Tonks speak as clearly as if she was standing right next to him, Harry couldn't help but be startled.

"They searched the whole area, but they couldn't find the attacker anywhere. Looks like it attacked you and then disappeared Arthur. But is that guy sure he's here? Why didn't he kill you? I'm sorry, but I don't think there's anything we can do about it. Moody's tone was hurried and angry.

"I think he took this as a warning," Moody growled, "is he going to have such luck in the future?" No, I think he's trying to get a clearer picture of the situation, and if Arthur hadn't been there, that guy would have had more time to look around. So Potter said he saw it?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded rather uneasy. "You know Dumbledore seems to have been waiting for Harry to see something like this. ”

"Yes," said Moody, "there's something interesting about Harry, we all know it. ”

"When I talked to him this morning, Dumbledore seemed to be worried about Harry. Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"Of course he's worried," Moody roared, "the boy saw it through the man's eyes. Obviously, Harry didn't realize what that meant, but the man was controlling him-"

Harry pulled out his eavesdropping ear, his heart beating violently, and blood rushed to his face. He looked at the others and they were all staring at him, all of them still having the thread in their ears and looking terrified.

Was that why Dumbledore was no longer willing to look at Harry?He thought he would see Voldemort's gaze in Harry's eyes?Perhaps, he was worried that the bright green eyes would suddenly turn scarlet, and then squint at the students like a cat?Harry remembered how Voldemort had once forced his snake face out of the back of Professor Quirrell's head and twisted Professor Quirrell's hand behind his back.

Harry wondered what it would feel like if Voldemort emerged from his skull.

He felt tainted and dirty, as if he were carrying deadly germs, and he did not deserve to be with these innocent people, who were not physically and mentally defiled by Voldemort.

It felt like a plague, a plague from his body.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to understand something, Sirius and Verlin, the two of them......

"It's not a good habit. Suddenly, all the flesh-colored threads hanging from their ears flew away from their bodies, and before everyone could come to their senses, several familiar faces appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"How's Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked anxiously, "What the hell is going on, I heard Van Lin say that Harry you saw someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and then you got here, none of you were there this morning, and if Van Lin hadn't told Dobby to tell me to wait, I would have ......"

"Wait a minute, Hermione," Van Lin said, holding Hermione, "give them a respite. ”

"Ron?" Van Lin looked at Harry, then at Ron, "Your father ......"

"He's okay......"

"Daddy has woken up, and now Moody and Tonks are talking to them inside......"

"They say ......"

"Alright Ron!" said Ginny, "maybe they were wrong, it was just a coincidence. Or ......"

"You know. I didn't mean that, I just ......"

The door slammed open, revealing Mrs. Weasley inside.

"Oh, you two are here, we're waiting for you, there's something to confirm in person......"