After a few words of comfort, Professor McGonagall let them leave.
"By the way, you little Quidditch bastards, you should 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, so she just turned a blind eye.
Students also need other activities to relieve their stress.
Principled and rigid, but not rigid.
A good teacher should have these conditions.
A group of people walked out of Professor McGonagall's office in such a dejected manner, and returned to the lounge.
Like a row of frosted eggplants.
Angelina took the initiative to walk over and asked with concern: "George, are you okay? 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 go find it now." she."
As his girlfriend, Angelina naturally cared about him.
George just took back his Quidditch equipment in a daze. At first glance, it really looked like they were going to be confiscated and handed in.
Just seeing that Angelina was about to argue with McGonagall, he quickly grabbed her hand again.
"It has nothing to do with this, it's just that we want to take a rest now." His eyes were a little red, and he began to choke up.
It's a completely different person from his heartless appearance.
She patted George on the shoulder lightly at this time.
As the eldest sister who is very charismatic, she now feels that she can only comfort her boyfriend in this way first.
He should confide in himself later.
In the next few days, they were somewhat absent-minded in class, and some teachers seemed to have heard about it, and they were lenient to the Weasleys' distraction.
One exception, Mad-Eye Moody.
His requirements are 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 understand something." He said to Ron.
Ron nodded heavily, and the practice became more and more serious.
This was the first time he realized the weight of responsibility, and the danger was really very 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 and a lot of time wasted, the first Hogsmeade week arrived.
Professor McGonagall signed for them, allowing them to leave school together to visit their common father and elders.
St. Mungo's Hospital is in the center of London, a little far from Hogwarts.
Before that, they went to Hogsmeade to buy some fruits, and the two girls bought some flowers, calla lilies and lilies, to wish the sick patients a speedy recovery.
In order to save time, they did not take Muggle transportation, but chose Floo powder, which is also the usual way for most wizards to travel.
Sprinkled some sparkling powder into the fireplace of the site, green flames sprang up, and they entered it in an orderly manner.
After a burst of tearing and dizziness hit, I didn't even have time to savor it carefully.
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 boys came out of the men's room.
Looks like the location is thoughtful enough to have a place where they might vomit.
After coming out to meet and meet, the group continued walking 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 become scarce.
In front of them is an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looks dilapidated and deserted. There are only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different poses, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago. clothing. Big signs saying "Closed for renovation" hung on the dusty doors.
There's just one really ugly female dummy in it, with false eyelashes on the verge of falling out, in a green nylon dress.
Several people went straight through the glass and walked in.
The quiet surroundings began to become noisy again.
They seem to have come to a crowded waiting room, rows of witches and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs, these are the most normal patients, of course, there may be family members of the patients.
Most of them are patients with strange diseases, such as patients with green boils on their faces, which is understandable. The most surprising thing is that a pig's tail grows out of someone's back.
Well, no surprise, Hagrid had done the same when he taught Dudley a lesson.
The weather wasn't too cold, and there were people wrapped in at least a dozen quilts, still curled up in a corner and shivering.
All sorts of weird ailments rarely seen in the Muggle world play out here.
"Hi, may I ask which ward Mr. Arthur Weasley is in? We are his juniors, come to visit him." Hermione stopped a man in a hurry, dressed in white, with a embroidered ribbon on his chest Wand and bones cross emblem.
The man shook his head.
Then he pointed to not far to his right, where there was a blond witch sitting there, with a tattered iron sign hanging on it, which read—Information Office.
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 had almost remembered.
Just when they were about to follow up to inquire, they heard Mrs. Weasley's shout. She was waving to them in the corner at this time, walked over quickly, and led them to line up behind a long queue.
"Don't worry, your father is fine." She patted Ron's head lovingly.
"Harry, Hermione? You're coming too? Surely Arthur will be delighted."
Along the way, Mrs. Weasley chatted with them.
They followed her through double doors and down a narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous healers and crystal bubbles filled with candles that floated from the ceiling like giant soap bubbles. There were wizards in green robes coming in and out at each door, a yellow stench came out of one door, and faint wailing was heard from time to time. They started to climb the stairs.
"Let's go, let's go!" A hurried male therapist in a dark green robe hurried downstairs, holding a basin of strange blue liquid that was constantly frothing, as if it might be splashed at any time. on people.
Hermione was a bit unlucky, she was hit hard, and her body lost her balance. Fortunately, she quickly grabbed the railing on the side to avoid falling, but when she regained her balance and looked up again, there was They were nowhere to be seen.
She could only go up all the way. With the memory just now, when she was on the first floor, she memorized the structure of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital in front of a sign erected.