The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

Chapter 482: Mr Weasley attacked

"Okay, classmates, you practiced very well today!"

Shortly after Zhang Qi left the Room of Requirement, Harry looked at the old-fashioned hanging clock not far away, and the time on it had already pointed to 11 o'clock.

"Everyone, let's go to dinner, we don't have any classes this afternoon, so we can continue to practice."

"Okay, Harry, see you later"!

These students were also a little tired. They said goodbye to Harry one after another, and then walked out of the gate in groups and went down the stairs to the auditorium to enjoy lunch.

"It's really incredible! I didn't even think that this tactic could have such a powerful effect!"

Hermione was still very excited there, and she found that the tactic she had improved was beyond her expectations.

"Hilbert is a very powerful person. Maybe sometimes he likes to joke, but we have to deny that he is really capable."

"Come on, dear, let's go to lunch."

Harry held Hermione's face lightly, the two kissed, and finally walked up the stairs hand in hand.

"Have you had nightmares recently?"

The two walked slowly up the stairs, Hermione still asked so eagerly.

"I haven't had it in the last few days. I insist on taking hot milk with water of life and death every day. I have had a rare good dream in the past few days."

"What did you dream about"?

Hermione asked curiously.

"Well, I married you and bought a house after graduation."

A smile appeared on Harry's face.

"Ah! You must have learned this from Hilbert! You can't say such a thing yourself!"

Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden, then raised her hand and tapped Harry's head.

"You guessed it right, but I'm very curious, how could he think of so many strange words"...

Harry put his arms around his girlfriend's shoulders, and the two walked slowly down the corridor to the auditorium.

"Good afternoon, Harry."

Coincidentally, Zhang Qi walked towards the auditorium from the corridor at the other end of the castle, and the two happened to meet each other.

"Good noon, haven't you had lunch yet?"

Harry also waved.

"yes".

Zhang Qi nodded. He wanted to say something, but someone suddenly rushed from behind him and hugged his waist.

"Good noon, Astoria, I extorted a jar of candy from Headmaster Dumbledore."

Zhang Qi helplessly rubbed the top of the girl's head, and then handed over the sugar jar.

"Good noon!"

Astoria also waved enthusiastically to the two of them.

The four of them looked at the "Education Order No. 24" nailed on the porch at the same time, and then rolled their eyes in sync.

"I don't recommend that the two of you still hold hands like this. That pink toad can't do anything to us, but it dares to do something to you."

Zhang Qi pointed to the disgusting notice.

"Sometimes I really envy you Slytherin students from pure-blood nobles"...

Hermione sighed, then let go of the hand she and Harry were holding.

"Wrong, we should be envious of you."

Zhang Qi waved his hand.

"Let's go, I heard that the toad also has an opinion on the dishes made in the kitchen, saying that there are too few local British dishes. This proves from the side that a toad can never taste the taste that a human can taste."

A few people laughed and talked and walked into the auditorium together.

"Hey, Harry, why are you walking so slowly"?

But just as they were about to take their seats, Hermione saw Harry frown and cover her forehead.

"Please wait a moment, my head seems to be hurting a little"...

Harry frowned, as if it really hurt.

"Did you add too much water of life and death to the milk yesterday?"

Hermione immediately held his face with concern and helped Harry rub his temples slowly.

"No, I took the normal dose."

Harry felt his head hurt even more at this moment, he almost forced these words out of his teeth, and then squatted on the ground in pain.

"Harry! Harry"!

Hermione's panicked cry seemed to be getting farther and farther, and Harry was almost unconscious in pain.

"Plop"!

Harry fell to the ground in pain. At this moment, not only did he feel that his head was about to explode, but his left chest also started to hurt!

Harry bowed into the shape of a prawn on the ground, his hands tightly covering his heart and temples, and then he began to twitch.

"Harry! Quick! Acute heart attack"!

Hermione's cry for help had become more and more vague, and at this moment, Harry had even had hallucinations in his mind.

In a trance, he seemed to be in an extremely strange perspective, crawling on the ground like a mouse.

No, my angle of view is moving and meandering, and it seems more like a snake than a mouse.

In the hallucination, Harry seemed to be in a slightly dark corridor, which he recognized as a small corridor under the Ministry of Magic, used to communicate with the Department of Muggle Affairs and the Department of Justice in emergency situations.

However, the employees of the Ministry of Magic usually take this place as a shortcut, and a small number of employees also come here to fish and smoke.

"Good noon, Arthur, you came back so fast, I think you haven't gone home for dinner yet"?

From that strange perspective, Harry vaguely heard a very rough voice.

It was Mad-Eye Moody's voice. Although the voice heard in this hallucination was very vague, Harry could still fully recognize it.

"Ah, Moody! Of course it's too late to get home by noon, and one of my son's classmates recommended a Muggle fast food place to me, and the burritos were great, but I always had Muggle money. It's useless to understand"...

From closer to Harry's point of view, Mr. Weasley's very cheerful voice sounded.

"Ah, a shop that is especially convenient for poisoning. Those poor Muggles know nothing about poison."

Moody snorted, and then Harry heard the sound of plastic bags.

"I checked, there is no problem, would you mind giving me one?"

After a murmur of plastic bags, Moody seemed to think there was nothing wrong with the burritos.

After cursing out half a pack of cigarettes, Moody and Mr. Weasley walked side by side in the small space, nibbling on burritos as they walked.

"I've had a lot of leisure time at work recently."

Mr. Weasley was still chewing food in his mouth, and said inarticulately.

"Don't let your guard down at all times, Arthur."

Moody snorted, and the two continued to walk forward.

"Shh"!

But just when Harry didn't understand the current situation, his perspective suddenly shifted.

In Harry's line of sight, the thing possessed by him seemed to be a spring, rushing out of the corner and shooting straight at the unsuspecting Mr. Weasley.

The snake opened its mouth and bit Mr Weasley's throat!

"what"!

With a scream, Mr. Weasley took a step back, clutching his **** right hand in pain.

Since the Muggle Affairs Division is also a practical department, Mr. Weasley's personal qualities are much better than those of other employees in the office.

At the critical moment, Mr. Weasley subconsciously raised his right arm to block in front of him.

So the snake bit his arm, but it didn't bite the throat.

Harry watched all this through the eyes of the snake in horror, and he even felt the sweet taste of blood in his mouth!

"Do not"!

Harry concentrated in horror, trying to stop the snake from continuing to do anything.

And when Harry tried desperately to stop it from attacking Mr. Weasley, the snake actually stopped for a while, but then lost control and slammed into Mr. Weasley's waist!

"Pfft!"

This time, Mr. Weasley, who was rapidly exhausted by poisoning, did not stop the poisonous snake's second attack. The snake slammed into Mr. Weasley's waist with its very strong mouth, and then bitten fiercely. go down!

"Shh"!

The sharp fangs pierced the clothes and pierced the soft skin!

"Ow!"

But at this moment, a very strong breath suddenly emerged from Harry's mouth.

It is a very strong pungent smell, with a cold feeling, the breath is similar to some strong smelling herbs learned in herbal medicine class, but it is especially disgusting!

The snake fell from Mr. Weasley, and then twisted into a ball on the ground!

Harry felt an extremely painful feeling at that moment, but the pain in his brain and heart seemed to be slowly easing.

The vision in the hallucination began to gradually darken, and soon Harry could see nothing. The last thing he saw was Mr. Weasley, who was leaning against the corner and clutching his arms in pain, and the Attorney General's team behind him. Running Moody.

"Cough cough cough"!

Harry's vision gradually changed from pitch black to light spots, and the lights in the auditorium shone into his eyes, making them particularly dazzling.

"Yuck"!

For some reason, the core taste that existed in the mouth in the dream is still there, and it seems to be stronger because of waking up.

Harry lay on the ground and retched constantly, and then spit out five or six things that looked like small beads from his mouth.

"He woke up"!

Harry heard Hermione's surprise voice again, and then he felt someone hug him tightly.

"Miss Granger! Let him go! Heart patients can't be like this!"

Zhang Qi hurriedly pulled Hermione away, and then placed his hand lightly on Harry's wrist.

Harry's pulse had stabilized, and Zhang Qi was relieved.

"What it is"?

Harry looked at the small yellowish-brown translucent beads in the puddle of saliva he spit out, with a disgusting expression on his face.

"Suxiao Jiuxin Pill, a patent of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, you just had an inexplicable acute angina pectoris, and you almost went to meet the **** of death."

Zhang Qi then ordered Harry to lie on the ground first, waiting for Madam Pomfrey's treatment.

"Mr. Weasley, I see Mr. Weasley being attacked"!

The pain in Harry's chest was still there. He didn't dare to speak forcefully, so he could only communicate with Zhang Qi in an extremely hoarse voice.

"Ah, that should be your hallucination due to cerebral hypoxia... Wait, what did you say"?

Zhang Qi's eyes widened as if he suddenly heard some important news.

"Mr. Weasley"!

Harry said with some difficulty.

"okay, I get it".

"My God, is this kid okay?"

After a while, Madam Pomfrey arrived in the auditorium immediately, and after a brief inspection, filled Harry with a bottle of potion.

After a while, Harry's painful expression suddenly relaxed.

"Dumbledore"!

At this moment, Professor McGonagall, who had been waiting here for a long time, finally saw Dumbledore in a gray robe hurriedly walking downstairs, so he hurried over to meet him.

"How is Harry now"?

Dumbledore asked sullenly.

"He is about to recover, Mr. Principal."

Pomfrey replied from the side.

"I still have some urgent matters to deal with, Mr. Hilbert, please follow me first."

Dumbledore waved to Zhang Qi.

"Ok"?

Zhang Qi frowned, and finally ran towards this side.

"Do you have your wand with you?"

Dumbledore asked.

"Bring it."

Zhang Qi touched his waist and gave a positive answer.

"Please do something with me."

Dumbledore grabbed Zhang Qi's hand and then called Phoenix.

The two disappeared in the auditorium of Hogwarts with the flames, and then appeared on the streets of London.

"Arthur was attacked, but fortunately Moody was by his side at the time, and he was rushed to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, and is now out of danger."

Dumbledore hurriedly walked down the street with Zhang Qi while explaining the situation to him.

"Harry just said that he had hallucinations when he was sick and saw Mr Weasley being attacked in his hallucinations."

Zhang Qi frowned.

"what"?

Dumbledore stopped, his face full of shock.

"You brought me out before I had time to ask more."

Zhang Qi spread his hands helplessly.

"Okay, let's visit Arthur first, and then we'll learn about the situation from Harry when we go back."

Dumbledore frowned, then stopped in front of a clothing store on the street.

This clothing store seems to have been closed for a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The window is covered with dust, but the doll in the window is wearing a wizard-type green robe with a similar to the ambulance Hull Gold emblem of Mess Zombie Staff.

"Albus Dumbledore, come here to visit the sick".

Dumbledore tapped the window with his wand and said to the dummy inside.

"Please come in".

A very mechanical voice rang in the ears of the two of them, and the shop window slowly sank inward, revealing a narrow staircase on the side wall.

"Come on, child, Black Magic Injury Department."

Dumbledore had a gloomy face and walked up the stairs with Zhang Qi.

"We're here to find Mr. Arthur Weasley, who has just been delivered."

After walking to the second floor, Dumbledore said pleasantly to a therapist wearing a green robe.

"He is now in the ward area, room 14."

The therapist who hurriedly held the case did not raise his head, but pointed to a corridor next to him in a hurry.

"okay, thank you".

Dumbledore and Zhang Qi immediately walked towards the corridor.