My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

Coming out of Umbridge's office, Pansy deliberately said in a long tone to Goyle and Crabbe beside him:

"Have you noticed that what Umbridge did just now, he completely deliberately bypassed our chairman, Miss Granger, to win over us. It seems that Miss Granger's attitude in the last Professor Lupin incident made her very concerned.

A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "However, she thought that by giving such a little temptation of power, our members of the Erudite Society would be at odds because of it? How naive."

In this way, she actually wanted to relay it to Levin through Gabrielle's mouth to show her loyalty:

Gabrielle listened to Pansy's words, but didn't pay much attention. She is still young, simple-minded, and not interested in power struggles.

She turned to Goyle and Crabbe behind her and said, "What do you think of Umbridge's tea? I think there's too much sugar in it, and it's a bit too sweet."

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, then nodded in agreement.

As Malfoy's younger brothers, they naturally have to follow their boss's footsteps.

And since the boss started to fawn over Levin, they naturally followed suit, and even Gabrielle received preferential treatment.

Gabrielle suddenly had an idea, "Do you know where tea leaves come from?"

Gore scratched his head and showed a somewhat embarrassed smile: "Well... I don't know much about tea, so I don't know very well."

Gabrielle was not disappointed, but explained enthusiastically, telling them the story she heard from Levin a few days ago:

"Actually, the discovery of tea is a very accidental story. In ancient times, a man from the Dragon Kingdom was boiling water in his garden, and a piece of tea leaf fell from a tree and fell into the pot. The water in the pot became very hot. Fragrant. In this way, people unexpectedly discovered the delicious taste of tea."

Crabbe on the side was fascinated by what he heard. His eyes widened and he looked at Gabrielle in surprise: "It turns out that tea comes from trees!"

Gabrielle raised an eyebrow in confusion: "Where did you think it came from?"

Crabbe also looked down at Gabrielle in confusion: "Grocery store?"

As expected of a young wizard from a big family, they were the only ones who could say such things.

Christmas is coming and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries is also surrounded by festive atmosphere.

In the waiting room, bright crystal bubbles swayed. They had turned red and gold, like huge Christmas balls shining with warm light in the air.

Emerald green holly hangs at every door, and in the corner of the house stands a Christmas tree covered with magic. The tree is covered with white snow and ice, and a gold star on the top of the tree shines with dazzling brilliance.

Harry and Ronald had just finished filling the water room in the hospital and were standing in front of the elevator, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

They were feeling quite relaxed because Mr. Weasley's condition had stabilized.

In order to spend Christmas, the Weasleys gather in the ward, they only need to go back to be reunited with their families.

However, while they were waiting for the elevator, they encountered a little trouble.

A portrait hanging on the wall caught their attention. It was a ferocious-looking therapist, who was shouting at the two of them and diagnosing all kinds of weird illnesses.

"You young man, I think you have irritable disorder||!" The therapist pointed at Harry and said, "You have two souls and three personalities in your body. You are a schizophrenic!"

Harry and Ronald looked at each other, panic rising in their hearts.

Harry's heart suddenly trembled. He remembered that he could see Voldemort and turn into a snake.

Do you really have a mental illness?

"But don't worry, I'm a professional." The therapist continued to confuse, "I can use 'frontal lobotomy' to cure your disease, otherwise you will not survive until the age of seventeen."

Harry was a little moved. After all, he was still young and didn't want to die so early.

But he thought of his parents and his friends again, and he couldn't give up his life so easily.

"Don't worry, young man." The therapist's voice was full of confidence, and he continued to persuade, "This kind of surgery has been recognized by the Nobel Prize in the Muggle world. Even the sister of President Kennedy of the United States was performed by me myself. She had the surgery.”

Harry's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he was a little shaken.

After all, this is a Nobel Prize-winning surgery that might really be able to solve the problems in his body.

He grew up in a Muggle family and knew what a Nobel Prize meant.

However, what Harry didn't know was that after receiving treatment, Kennedy's sister's intelligence did not improve and dropped to the IQ of a two-year-old child.

At this moment, another medieval-looking portrait of a therapist spoke.

He wears a black hat and a waxed black robe. The most eye-catching thing is the beak mask on his face. The therapist, who was dressed like a plague doctor, stared at Ronald seriously.

"Young man, you are suffering from severe dragon pox." He warned repeatedly: "This is a terminal disease, which may cause skin scabies and leave scars. Don't blame me for speaking harshly. If you don't treat it in time, your appearance will be ruined." There will be no need to watch it now...

Ronald's ears immediately turned red and he yelled angrily: "I don't have dragon pox, those are just freckles! Freckles!"

He immediately felt that the diagnosis of these portraits was unreliable, so he pulled the reluctant Harry away from the entanglement of these portraits, and they hurried back to the ward.

Harry didn't know that his life had been saved by Ronald unknowingly.

Mr. Arthur Weasley was leaning quietly on the bed, his long legs stretched out with the leftover turkey meal on them. There was a sheep-like expression on his face, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

As Mrs. Molly Weasley came over to clear away the dishes, her eyes accidentally fell on Arthur's wound. At that moment, her face instantly turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained away, and she let out a shrill scream.

"Arthur!" She rushed to the bedside, tearing open Arthur's hospital gown with trembling hands, revealing the hideous wound that was stitched like a centipede, "What is this? Where is your bandage?" Why did it become like this?”

Mr. Weasley was startled by his wife's reaction. He quickly pulled the sheets up to his chest, showing an expression of embarrassment and fear.

"Well... don't be angry, Molly," he stammered, "it's just... Augustus Pye told me this treatment was called sutures. He said it was It is a new treatment that combines Muggle and wizard medical methods."

"Muggles?" Mrs. Weasley said each word louder and louder, her eyes flashing with anger and confusion, "You are using Muggle remedies? How can you be so stupid?

retreat!"

"Molly, dear, listen to me." Mr. Weasley was eager to explain, "This is not a blind attempt, Pai and I just want to give this new treatment from St. Mungo's a chance. I heard about it The effect is remarkable, and it combines the medical essence of Muggles and wizards——"

However, before he finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Mrs. Weasley: "The essence of Muggles? Do you think everything about Muggles is worthy of our imitation, Arthur?"

"Madam, please allow me to explain it to you."

At this moment, a handsome young doctor with brown curly hair came over - he was the young therapist in charge of Mr. Weasley's treatment, Augustus Pye - he said politely to Mrs. Weasley, "This seam Thread therapy is the latest research and development result of our Alfa United Medicine. It is an innovation based on the integration of Muggle and wizard medical methods. The advantage of this therapy is that once the wound heals, the sutures will disappear naturally, and there is no need to repair them. surgery. Moreover, it is far more effective than traditional treatments in treating snake venom wounds."

There is actually something about Offa United Pharmaceuticals in this?

Molly knew that this was a company under English's command.

The young doctor's words made it impossible for Mrs. Weasley to raise any questions about her husband's wounds.

She silently stared at her husband's wound, and her doubts seemed to be dispelled by this explanation.

At this time, Ronald tried to change the subject in order to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Mom, [Percy still refuses to come back this time?"

However, his question unintentionally touched a sore spot for Mrs. Weasley.

Her tears suddenly flowed down. She turned her head to wipe her tears and choked up: "He said he was busy with work and would not come back for the holidays."

Seeing his mother's tears, Ronald felt regretful.

His original intention was to make the atmosphere lighter, but he didn't expect that it would make his mother even more sad. He quickly comforted him: "Mom, don't be sad. Percy - he might be really humming."

"Madam, please let me check the wound. If everything is normal, you can be discharged from the hospital today." Augustus Pye felt that it would be better to complete his work as soon as possible.

After careful examination by the doctor, Mr. Arthur Weasley's wounds have recovered quite well and he can be discharged from the hospital.

The twin brothers Fred and George supported their father and carefully got out of the hospital bed, while Mrs. Weasley quickly packed their belongings and prepared to leave this place full of medicine smell.

When a group of them went downstairs, they met a witch with a walnut stuffed in her left nostril, which looked funny and uncomfortable.

"Look at this St. Mungo's Hospital. It's such a strange place." George couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders and joked, "We saw a hairy face a few days ago. A woman, and a man with a sallow complexion who kept talking to himself."

Ginny listened to the twins' description and felt a little scared.

She also saw many strange patients in this hospital, and some even had diseases she had never seen before.

When Levin was here before, she could still have the courage to take a look, but now that she was alone, she was really scared.

(Twins: Am I not human?)

"Oh, by the way, Mom." George seemed to have remembered something and continued, "We also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandma. They seemed to come to see their parents too."

When Molly heard this, she immediately frowned. Levin's initial mention of the treatment of Longbottom's parents made him somewhat sensitive to this matter.

However, George did not seem to notice Mrs. Weasley's disapproving look. He continued to talk enthusiastically: "There is also a patient who has scattered acne all over his face. The skin looks very similar to Ronald's freckles. So unsightly..."

"Who are you saying is not attractive?" Upon hearing this, Ronald immediately retorted loudly and reflexively, "These are just freckles on my face, not acne! And I think my freckles are quite pretty!"

Mrs. Weasley and the twins were both surprised by Ronald's sensitive reaction, and then laughed out loud. Even Jinniang couldn't help but smile. .