Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 751 Arthur's Injury

Mad-Eye grunted approvingly, leaning his back against the wall, his eyes twirling vigorously.

George stopped outside the door, waiting for the Ron family to go in first. Harry shrank back too, standing with George.

Mrs. Weasley looked back at everyone apologetically, and led Ron and the others into the ward.

After a long time, Ron and the others came out of the ward.

It can be seen that at this time, they have really put their hearts down.

They smiled and nodded to everyone, "Dad is in good spirits."

George, Harry, Tonks and Mad-Eye were greeted by Mrs Weasley and entered the ward.

The ward was quite small and dark, with only a narrow window opening high on the wall opposite the door. Light is mainly provided by crystal bubbles gathered in the center of the ceiling.

There are only three patients. Mr. Weasley's bed was at the far end of the room, by the small window.

Arthur, who was leaning against a few pillows, smiled at everyone.

On his bed, there was also a "Daily Prophet", and it could be seen that he was in good spirits.

Seeing them, Arthur smiled happily.

"Hello!"

He smiled and said, "Thank you for coming to see me, I have to say, it's really bothering everyone. The kids are coming from school, and Bill is coming from out of town. I'm really embarrassed."

"Don't say these foreign words, you'll be fine."

George greeted and said comfortingly, "How are you feeling, Arthur? You look a little haggard."

"I feel fine," said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, stretching out his uninjured arm to give Harry a hug. "If they can get the bandages off, I can go home."

"Anything else?" George asked.

"Because I'm bleeding every time I take it apart."

Mr. Weasley said lightly, reached for the wand on the bedside table, waved it lightly, and there were six more chairs beside the bed.

"It seems that there is a special ingredient in the snake's venom that prevents the wound from healing, but they believe there will be an antidote. They say they've seen something much worse than mine, and now I'm just taking a blood tonic every hour. But that one..."

He lowered his voice and turned his head to the opposite bed, where a green-faced man lay with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, "Bitten by a werewolf, poor man, it can't be cured."

"Wolfman?" Tonks asked worriedly. "Is he safe in the public ward? Doesn't he need to be isolated?"

"The full moon is two weeks away," Mr. Weasley reminded her calmly. "The therapist spoke to him this morning to convince him that he could live an almost normal life. I told him I knew a werewolf. ... Of course no name was mentioned. I said he was nice and had a good time."

George nodded, "The wolf venom potion can be bought everywhere now, and the price is not expensive. Although being bitten by a werewolf is a little troublesome, it is not uncontrollable."

"That's not it," said Mr. Weasley approvingly. "Lupin is doing better now than he used to be, thanks to your wolf venom."

"Do you want me to help you look at your wound? I have fought with that person. If the snake venom is concerned, I should be able to treat it." George continued to ask.

"Thank you so much."

Mr. Weasley moved forward at once, and Mrs. Weasley gave George the seat next to the bed.

George walked over to Mr. Weasley and looked at his mummified arm.

With a tap of the wand, the bandage on Arthur's arm automatically began to unravel, until it stopped at the elbow.

George didn't remove too many bandages so as not to cause excessive bleeding.

Under the bandage, Arthur's arm was a little blue-purple, and there were deep bone wounds on his arm. As the bandages were undone, blood began to pour out continuously.

George touched Arthur's arm with his wand, and the blood was pressed back into the veins as if bound by invisible magic.

He carefully observed the changes in Arthur's wound,

The wound was a tinge of blue.

The residual poison continued to destroy the wound. The healing magic was working on the wound, and the muscles of the wound were twitching slightly trying to close, but the venom repeated destructively.

"Can you do it?"

Harry poked his head and asked in a low voice.

"It's not a big problem."

George said calmly, he muttered words, and a thin black line on the top of the wand penetrated into the wound.

Just like encountering a natural enemy, those blue-purple aftertastes melted and faded quickly like snow meets the early sun.

Mr. Weasley let out a long yawn, feeling as if his whole body was soaked in hot water, he said lazily, "It's really comfortable, I feel like I'm almost completely healed."

He retracted his arm and looked at his wound. The arm has returned to its original skin color, the toxins have subsided, and the twitching muscles are slowly healing.

He said happily, "Is this all right?"

He felt his arm again, felt the bandaged arm, he took a breath, "Can I remove the bandage?"

"Of course not."

George decisively refused his request, "I used magic to get rid of the snake venom in your body, but those injuries still need to be recovered. This time you are seriously injured and need a good training."

"Obey, Arthur, listen to George."

Mrs. Weasley turned back into a capable housewife at this time. She said in a coaxing tone of voice, "You need a good rest these days. Don't think about other troubles other than rest in peace."

"Okay, Mom."

Mr. Weasley smiled.

He said lightly, "I said it earlier, I have nothing to do."

He moved his injured arm and gestured to his injury, "With George's help, even the poison has been cured. In a few days, I can be discharged from the hospital."

George smiled, "Okay, you're really fine now. Obediently rest in the hospital for a few days, follow the therapist's treatment, and you can be discharged soon."

He took a chair from the bed and sat down, "Now it's the key question, tell me how you got hurt."

All held their breaths.

Mad-Eye leaned forward in his chair, one hand in his wand pocket, as if ready for battle.

Mrs. Weasley clenched her fists in both hands, and she whispered, "You never told us before, and now that George is here, you should say who attacked you."

They had questioned Arthur before to tell him who had attacked him. But Arthur always seemed very hesitant, only saying that it was a big snake, but she always felt that there were other secrets.

Mr. Weasley looked hesitant. He raised his hand and put it down again, hesitating.

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