Harry Potter: Super Magic God

They sat back in their chairs, still refusing to go to the room to sleep.

Fred picked up the parchment again and looked at it. "Alive, that doesn't sound reassuring."

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

During the long night, everyone sat around the table in silence, watching the candle wick burn lower and lower in the liquid wax.

Fred and Joe took another beer and started drinking, asking the time from time to time, and time seemed to slow down as they asked and waited.

Finally, in the torment of a minute and a second, everyone was tired.

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

George used his magic to make the fire in the fireplace more vigorous, and a few sultry heat made everyone drowsy.

Fred dozed off, his head slumped over his shoulders. Ginny was curled up in the chair like a kitten, but her eyes were still open, and Harry was looking at the fire, wondering what he was thinking. Ron sat there with his head up, unable to tell whether he was awake or asleep.

George closed his eyes and rested, recharged.

The time passed minute by minute, as if a long, long time had passed, 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 entered.

She was very pale and smiled feebly when 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 weary. "He's sleeping. We can see him together later. Bill's with him. He's out in the morning."

Hear the mother's affirmative answer. Fred slumped back into the chair, covering his face with his hands.

Joe and Ginny stood up and walked quickly to hug their mother. Ron gave a weak laugh and gulped down the rest of the butterbeer.

"breakfast!"

Lupin jumped up and said cheerfully, "Is everyone hungry? I'll make breakfast for everyone."

Lupin muttered, counting the number of people, "I'll see, eight people, bacon and eggs, some tea, and toast."

George stood up, "I'd better come, have some meat porridge in the morning, with some vegetable salad and bread."

"Then why are you embarrassed." Lupin said embarrassedly, "You are the guests now."

George said indifferently, "Don't worry about it so much, I've been tired all night, I guess everyone's appetite will not be very good, and it will be much better to have some food that will make them feel more comfortable."

George and Lupin went to the stove and got down to business.

Mrs Weasley also came over, wanting to help.

"Go and rest for a while, we can handle these things."

While George comforted Mrs. Weasley, he did not let go of his work.

"Thank you, George."

Mrs. Weasley said gratefully, "Fortunately, Diagon Alley has always been patrolled by Dementors. If they were for a while at night, I can't imagine what would happen."

Mrs. Weasley seemed to have accumulated too much pressure to talk, "This kind of thing has happened in my heart many times. When I just received the news, I almost fainted. Fortunately, I held on. After reading the note, it said that Arthur was not in danger. I managed to get to St Mungo's again."

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 a miracle occurs, we will all survive. "

"I always see everyone dying!" sobbed Mrs Weasley. "Always see! Dream and dream."

She said in a trembling voice, "What if Arthur and I were killed, who would take care of Ron and Ginny?"

Fred and Joe were like eggplants beaten by frost. They were too discouraged to speak. They must be at the top of Voldemort's blacklist.

Voldemort's scales are still in their shop.

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

Lupin handed her a handkerchief and let her wipe her tears.

"Okay, Molly," he said comfortingly. "It's all over, Arthur is out of danger, and we'll all be more careful."

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

George blinked, "You know, they'll all cook for themselves.

Mrs Weasley smiled shaky.

George continued, "They are very safe at school. The most important thing is you. You need to pay more attention to your own safety."

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

Mrs. Weasley nodded and whispered, "I'm so stupid, that's definitely not going to happen."

After persuading Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and George started making breakfast in the kitchen.

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

After breakfast, everyone was arranged to rest.

They must keep their spirits up so that they can visit the sick in St Mungo's in the afternoon.

At lunch, their luggage was brought in from Hogwarts so they could go to St Mungo in Muggle clothes.

After confirming Dad's safety, Ron and the others became elated, chatting and laughing.

Today is Saturday, and they have plenty of time to see patients.

After lunch, everyone took off their robes and put on jeans and sweatshirts.

It was Tonks and Mad-Eye who took everyone to St. Mungo's.

When Mad-Eye saw George, there was still some fear and embarrassment in his eyes.

Mad-Eye wears a round top hat on his head to block the evil eye.

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

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

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

When he squeezed to get out of the car, Tonks walked in the forefront lively.

They all followed her up the escalator, Moody squeaking at the end, bowler hat pulled down, a large rough hand holding his wand between the buttons of his jacket.

As they walked up and down the Muggle streets, Harry couldn't help asking, "Where the hell is St Mungo?"

"Not far from here," Moody muttered.

They walked to Chill Street, a wide street lined with shops crammed with shoppers.

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