Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After a few more words of comfort, Professor McGonagall let them go.

"By the way, your Quidditch gadget, you have to pay more attention to safety." She finally reminded kindly.

There is no danger, and she is already a fan, maybe she will join in if she is a few decades younger, and she will turn a blind eye.

Students also need other activities to relieve their stress.

Principled, old-fashioned, but not rigid.

A good teacher should have these conditions.

The group walked out of Professor McGonagall's office in such a dejected manner, and returned to the lounge sullenly.

Like a row of eggplants beaten with frost.

Angelina took the initiative to walk over and asked with concern: "George, are you alright? We also participated in this indoor Quidditch event. If you want to punish you, you will be punished? This is not Professor McGonagall's style, I will look for it now. she."

As his girlfriend, Angelina naturally cares about him.

George just numbly recovered his Quidditch utensils, and it looked like they were about to be confiscated and turned in.

Just seeing that Angelina was about to reason with McGonagall, he quickly took her hand again.

"It has nothing to do with this, it's just that we want to rest for a while now." His eyes were a little red, and he began to choked up.

It was completely different from the way he had always been heartless.

She patted George's shoulder lightly at this time.

As a very leader-like eldest sister, she now feels that she can only comfort her boyfriend like this first.

He should tell himself later.

In the next few days, they were somewhat absent-minded in class, and some teachers seemed to have heard of it, and they were lenient to the distractions of the Weasleys.

One exception, Mad-Eye Moody.

His requirements were even stricter.

"You need to work harder, this time, your father is lucky, but next time, maybe you need to protect him, I think you should also understand something.

' he said to Ron.

Ron nodded heavily, practicing more and more seriously.

This was the first time he felt the heavy responsibility, and the danger was really close to them.

They live like years, looking forward to leaving school as soon as possible to visit their father and elders.

After a long wait, a lot of time wasted, the first Hogsmeade Week came.

Professor McGonagall signed for them, allowing them to leave the school together to visit their common father and elder.

St Mungo's Hospital is in the heart of London, a little far from Hogwarts.

Before that, they went to Hogsmeade village to buy some fruit, and the two girls bought some bouquets of flowers, calla lilies and lilies, to wish the patient a speedy recovery.

To save time, instead of taking Muggle transport, they opted for Floo powder, which is the usual way of travel for most wizards.

Sprinkled some sparkling powder into the fireplace of the site, green flames swept up, and they entered it in an orderly manner.

There was a sense of tearing and tearing, and after the dizziness hit, it was too late to savor it.

The journey is over.

The Floo powder site they arrived at was a Muggle supermarket toilet, and two girls came out of the women's room, while the other boy came out of the men's room.

It looks like the location is still thoughtful, with a place where they might vomit.

After coming out to meet and meet, the group continued to walk towards St. Mungo's Hospital.

Along the long street full of graffiti, people come and go, but when they continue to walk in the middle, the figures begin to gradually sparse.

In front of them was an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. It looked decayed and deserted. There were only a few cracked dummies in the window. clothing. The dusty doors were hung with big signs saying "Closed for renovation".

There was only one particularly ugly female dummy, with almost falling false eyelashes, wearing a green nylon skirt.

Several people walked straight through the glass.

The quiet surroundings began to be noisy again.

They seemed to have come to a crowded waiting room, with rows of witches and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs. These were the most normal patients, and of course, they might also be the family members of the patients.

Most of them are patients with some strange diseases, such as patients with green boils on their faces, which is understandable. The most surprising thing is that someone has a pig tail growing behind them.

Well, not surprisingly, Hagrid did the same when he taught Dudley.

The weather was not too cold, and there were still people wrapped in at least a dozen quilts, still curled up in the corner and shivering.

All sorts of eccentric ailments rarely seen in the Muggle world play out here.

"Hello, may I ask, which ward is Mr. Arthur Weasley in? We are his juniors and come to see him." Hermione stopped a man in a hurry, dressed in white clothes with embroidered on his chest Cross badge of wand and bones.

The man shook his head.

Then he pointed to his right hand not far away, there was a blond witch sitting there, hanging a tattered iron plate that read - Information Desk.

There is also a huge sign.

Hermione paused here for a while, squinting at the sign for a while.

"Excuse me." Hermione turned around and said quickly, she almost remembered it.

Just as they were about to ask the question, they heard Mrs. Weasley's voice, who was waving to them from the corner, walked over quickly, and led them in line behind a long line.

"Don't worry, your father is fine." She patted Ron's head lovingly.

"Harry, Hermione? You're here too? Arthur will be delighted."

Along the way, Mrs. Weasley chatted with them about home things.

They followed her through the double doors, down a narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous healers, and crystal bubbles with candles floating from the ceiling that looked like giant soap bubbles. At each door, wizards in green robes came in and out, and a yellow stench wafted from one door, and a faint wailing sound was heard from time to time. They began to climb the stairs.

"Let's go, let's go!" A hurried male therapist in a dark green robe hurried downstairs, holding a pot of blue, strange liquid that was constantly foaming out, as if it would spill on people at any time on the body.

Hermione's luck was a bit bad. She was hit hard and lost her balance. Fortunately, her hand quickly grabbed the railing on the side to avoid falling. However, when she regained her balance and looked up again, she saw the They were not seen.

She could only go all the way up. With the memory just now, she remembered the structure of St. Mungo's Magic Hospital in front of a sign on the first floor.