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Fred picked up the parchment again and looked at it, "It's still alive, that doesn't sound reassuring...."

George comforted, "For wizards, as long as they live, they can be cured in a few days. ”

For the long night, everyone sat silently around the table, watching the wick burn lower and lower in the liquid wax.

Fred and Joe took a second beer and began to drink, and they asked about the time from time to time, and time seemed to slow down as they asked and waited.

Finally, in the torment of minute by minute, everyone was tired.

Instead of asking for the time, they blinked their eyelids and dozed off.

George used his magic to make the fireplace burn brighter, and the sweltering heat made everyone drowsy.

Fred dozed, head tilted over his shoulders. Ginny curled up in her chair like a kitten, but her eyes were still open, and Harry was staring at the fire, not knowing what to think. Ron sat there with his head propped up, unable to tell if he was awake or asleep.

George closed his eyes and rested, recuperating.

Time passed minute by minute, as if it had been a long, long time later, and the last time George looked at the time, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

The kitchen door opened, and Mrs. Weasley walked in.

Her face was very pale, and she smiled feebly as everyone turned to look at her, and Fred, Ron, and Harry stood up.

"He's out of danger. ”

Mrs. Weasley's voice was weak and tired, "He's sleeping." We'll be able to see him together later. Bill was with him, and he had taken a leave of absence in the morning. ”

Hear my mother's affirmative answer. Fred sat back in his chair with his hands over his face.

Jo and Ginny stood up and walked briskly over to hug their mother. Ron laughed weakly and drank the rest of the butterbeer.

"Breakfast!"

Lupin jumped up and said cheerfully, "You're hungry, aren't you? I'm going to make breakfast for everyone." ”

Lupin muttered as he counted the number of people, "I'll take a look, eight people, bacon and eggs, some tea, and toast....."

George stood up, "I'll do it anyway, and have some porridge in the morning, with some vegetable salad and bread." ”

"What's so embarrassing about that. Lupin said awkwardly, "You're guests now." ”

George said indifferently, "Don't worry about it, after a tiring night, I guess everyone's appetite won't be very good, and it will be much better to have some food that can make them more comfortable." ”

George and Lupin walked over to the stove and got to work.

Mrs. Weasley also came over and wanted to help.

"You go and rest for a while, we can take care of these things. ”

George comforted Mrs. Weasley, and didn't let go of his work.

"Thank you, George. ”

Mrs. Weasley said gratefully, "Thankfully, Diagon Alley has been patrolled by Dementors, and if they had been in the evening, I can't imagine what would have happened." ”

Mrs. Weasley felt like she had accumulated too much pressure to confide in, "This has happened to me many times in my heart. When I first received the news, I almost fainted. Thankfully, I managed to read the note, which said that Arthur's life was not in danger. I braced up my strength again and rushed to St. Mungo. ”

Her tone was very sad, and tears rolled down her eyes, "Half of the family is in the Order of the Phoenix, and everyone in the family is on the blacklist of mysterious people, unless there is a miracle, we will all escape death." ”

"I always see people die.... Die.... Dead!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed, "always watching.... See! Do ...... Dreaming and dreaming. ”

Her voice trembled and she said, "If Arthur and I are killed, what if that is good, who will take care of it..... What about taking care of Ron and Ginny?"

Fred and Joe were like frosted eggplants, they were too depressed to speak, Voldemort's blacklist must be at the top, and they still had Voldemort's scales in their shop.

Ron and Ginny looked at their mom sadly, not knowing how to comfort her.

Lupin handed her a handkerchief and told her to wipe her tears.

"Alright, Molly. He reassured, "It's all over, Arthur is out of danger, and we'll all be more careful about it." ”

George said gently, "The school is safe, don't worry about them, Ron and Ginny are good boys, they can already take care of themselves." ”

George blinked, "You know, they're all going to cook their own food."

Mrs. Weasley smiled tremblingly.

George continued, "They are safe at school, and it is you who need to pay more attention to your own safety. ”

His tone was reassuring, "This time, Arthur was attacked outside Diagon Alley. This proves that at least Diagon Alley is safe. On weekdays, you need to be more cautious when traveling. ”

Mrs. Weasley nodded and whispered, "I'm so stupid, those things won't happen." ”

After convincing Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and George began to cook breakfast in the kitchen.

A simple porridge with meat, served with some vegetable salad and bread, warms everyone's appetite.

After breakfast, everyone was scheduled to rest.

They had to be refreshed so that they could visit the sick in the afternoon.

At lunchtime, their luggage arrived from Hogwarts so that they could go to St. Mungo in Muggle clothes.

Confirming that his father was safe, Ron and their mood had become elated, talking and laughing.

It's Saturday and they have plenty of time to visit patients.

After lunch, everyone took off their robes and changed into jeans and sweatshirts.

Leading everyone to St. Mungo's are Tonks and Mad-Eye.

When the mad-eyed man saw George, there was still a little jealousy and embarrassment in his eyes.

The Mad-Eye wears a bowler hat on his head to block the MONOCULUS.

Tonks has short bright red hair, like a handsome little boy.

Leaving the Order of the Phoenix, George and the others sat side by side in the carriage and drove towards the city center.

George they were in the center of London and got out of the car.

When squeezing to get out of the car, Tonks walked in front lively.

They all followed her up the escalator, Moody slumping last, her bowler hat pulled low, and a large, rough hand holding her wand between the buttons of her jacket.

As they walked around the Muggle streets, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Where the hell is St. Mungo?"

"It's not far from here. Moody muttered.

They walked out onto the cold street, a wide street lined with shops packed with shoppers.