Chapter 501 This hospital is in danger (3)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 501 This hospital is in danger ([-])
"Professor Dumbledore? Are we... are we just here to watch?"
Mr. Weasley asked in a hoarse voice. He had just mended his trousers, and then saw Fudge Percy's miserable end.
Rita Skeeter was asking for it, but Fudge and Percy... one was his boss and one was his son...
This?
Let alone Fudge,
In Arthur Weasley's mind, he really wanted to let Percy suffer a little bit and keep his memory long... These days, after Percy entered the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, he was a little too complacent, and even Dumbledore and Fudge could not even participate in these matters...
But... But this is a bit too miserable, if my wife Molly finds out... I am here to watch Percy suffer...
Mr. Weasley shuddered, but when asked to go back to face the MacGuffins, he couldn't move, and the meat on his ass was still aching.
And he couldn't really do anything to that little wizard McGuffin.
Harry and Hermione also looked at Professor Dumbledore expectantly, hoping that he would make a move.
Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it.
"There are many obstacles!"
A translucent wall appeared in front of them, blocking the wave of 'MacGuffin Legion' that was about to spread.
The little Guffins bumped into the wall one by one, some returned to their original shape, some squeaked and cursed, some waved their wands to goug the transparent wall, and some scattered to find trouble with the wizards in other wards.
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.
But the two Aurors, as if they had expected it long ago, also waved their wands, and their skillful casting strengthened Dumbledore's spell.
The corridor that was isolated contained several wards.
Many wizard patients inside heard the sound, opened the door desperately, and then...
awful!Terrible!
The tauren wizard that Harry and the others met at the reception was the most miserable.
It seemed that the healer had almost restored him to his original state, at least the two curved long horns remained on his head.
But at this moment he opened the door and let the little Guffin army see.
So these little devils immediately submerged in the past, the Tauren Wizard struggled twice, without even a splash, and there was no sound... The little devils directly took their wands, stood on top of his head and took off the two long horns, and then they were transported to nowhere.
In short, these nasty little devils see something interesting and go to play tricks on it.
Relying on the characteristics of immortality and proliferation, he can do whatever he wants in the corridor isolated by Dumbledore.
For some reason, these little guys are especially interested in dealing with wizards' hairstyles.
Each of them held that kind of small magic wand, standing on top of the captives' heads, performing the 'art' of washing, cutting and blowing.
Seeing the circles of flames emerging from his son's head, slowly burning his hair, and then extinguishing... turning into a ball of charred ashes covering the top of his head, Mr. Weasley felt panic and nervous.
He didn't know how to face Molly when he went back, this kind of thing couldn't be hidden.
Fudge wasn't faring much better, now with a new mohawk.
These little things bounced back and forth on his head, and he continued to refine it with a wand, and his gray-brown hair was shaved strand by strand, and fell to the ground, eventually becoming
——A head shape in the shape of 'Hui'.
Bald in the middle, surrounded on all sides, it looks like a pothole, or an open space surrounded by a fence.
Moreover, the wizard robe that Fudge wore today became tattered, and the green top hat was simply cut into a straw hat by these little devils.
To see what happened to the Minister of Magic so badly.
This made the two Aurors next to him a little uneasy, just like Mr. Weasley... Professor Dumbledore who was staring almost pleadingly.
"Professor, can't we do something?"
Even Blake couldn't take it anymore, he said with a swallow.
"This is the treatment method of MacGuffin Albert... You have also seen that it is impossible to stop those little things with ordinary methods!"
"But if those little guys are really hurt...we will do some kind of harm to Albert's spirit...maybe even drive him crazy!"
"But...if this goes on...we'll probably just get a crazy Minister of Magic!" Weasley complained.
"Well, so I asked Hagrid to bring me something from Hogwarts! According to my calculations, that should do something..."
"What? Professor Dumbledore!" Harry asked.
"An alchemy item that can trap these little things in front of you...I ordered it with those Chinese wizards last night...it should be able to play a certain role."
Before Dumbledore finished answering, something happened to the MacGuffins trapped in the corridor over there.
There are many wizarding patients who wave their wands and use various spells to cleanse these imps.
Make them continue to return to their original shape, turning into silver wires and returning to the brain of McGuffin.
Of course, the speed at which these little things multiplied... soon exploded exponentially.
The situation has become extremely bad.
Palm-sized MacGuffins kept appearing, crowded, stacked layer by layer from the floor, just like the dolls squeezed into those claw machines, blocked by the translucent barrier.
By the time everyone felt something was wrong, it was already a bit late.
The [Obstacle Curse] that originally trapped... or blocked the corridor over there broke almost instantly.
The little guffins came like a flood.
It was almost instantly submerged in front of Harry and the others.
"go!"
After Dumbledore finished speaking in a hurry, he pulled Harry back to the side.
Harry didn't see clearly whether Ron, Hermione, or Mr. Weasley were following behind.
Dumbledore really doesn't look like an old man of this age,
His skinny left hand was firmly grasping Harry's arm, pulling him as easily as pulling a kite,
They ran quickly on the twisted stairs, and descended rapidly towards the first floor.
Harry was dizzy for a while, and when he found a chance... when he turned back to look at Black and the others, he could no longer find them.
Behind them, Harry saw the destructive little Guffins, bouncing up and down the stairs.
Some even let out tiny screams straight out of their mouths and accidentally fell straight down those stairs.
It fell between him and Professor Dumbledore.
However, the little guys didn't take it seriously, and pointed at the fallen idiot...and laughed.
And there are quite a few little guys who jumped down... or were squeezed down.
Some of the little Guffins just fell on their clothes, or on their heads... at first Harry couldn't figure it out until a sneaky imp was trimming his bangs...
Harry and Dumbledore had only discovered this when Harry saw the hairs falling out from his head.
These little things don't have a shred of weight by themselves.
Of course, it's not surprising, according to Professor Dumbledore's explanation... these little things are the embodiment of MacGuffin Albert's thoughts, or to put it another way, they are all... composed of magic and thoughts, feelings, and a trace of soul unconsciousness.
It looks like some kind of living thing, but it's actually similar to those created by transfiguration and activation, and it's even more illusory, like some kind of living ghost.
Harry and the others walked up and down the stairs, and finally returned to the first floor out of breath.
There are already those little Guffins here, though.
Harry could see that many wizards with mild symptoms had fled here.
The healers tried their best to resist these small Guffins, but seeing their light hands and feet, they obviously knew what was going on, and they didn't want to increase the number of small things.
However, this behavior is futile.
This place is completely out of order.
Quite a few of those little Guffins who just jumped down from the fifth floor... from the twisted... stairway like the root system of a big tree... survived.
It's a mess here.
What's more, the fifth floor... probably because of the overcrowding and involution of the Little Guffin, it is still falling down continuously.
The corridors and wards on other floors are probably not much better.
Harry, he heard the screams of various wizards from above, and from time to time, some wizards ran down the stairs with a small Guffin on their head and rushed to the first floor...
After that, Harry followed Dumbledore through the corridor to the reception on the first floor.
And here, the blond witch who was originally sitting at the information desk was holding a thick notebook directly over a small Macguffin, and was carefully identifying and studying it.
After she saw the little thing clearly, her face became extremely embarrassed.
After this, she hurriedly finished the registration work (actually, there was no one queuing there at this time),
The chubby blond witch yelled loudly, and arranged for the other wizards to evacuate quickly, notifying the other healers for emergency evacuation, and asking them to temporarily treat those injuries that were more life-threatening but dealt with relatively simple patients.
But it can't stop the chaos and disorder here.
Little Guffins scurry around like runaway remote-controlled rockets.
And obviously, with the huge increase in the number, the magic power that these little wizards can control has also been greatly improved.
The MacGuffins can even levitate an adult wizard in the air with a wave of their wand, spinning around in circles.
Professor Dumbledore touched his chin and watched this scene with interest, as if he was studying and thinking about something.
(By the way, Harry is now confirming Professor Dumbledore with Stone Hammer... he did indeed wear a wig just now)
Because these little Geffen legions have been making a big fuss over every wizard's head since they came here.
I started washing, cutting and blowing, and competed with Moganxi hairstyle.
Professor Dumbledore naturally took off his new hairstyle from his head, and put it away carefully... for fear that this new hairstyle that maintained his grace would suffer again.
In an instant, he changed into the shape of the bald man again.
I have to say that Professor Dumbledore's method is indeed very effective.
After some small Guffins climbed on top of Professor Dumbledore's head and stuck their wands for a long time, they found it was no fun, so they spit angrily.
Jump off the top and go straight to the next victim.
This victim, usually Harry.
Or...Harry attracted the attention of most of the Little Guffins.
Because he has a characteristic since he was a child.
He showed this while living in the Dursleys' house—
Every time Harry came back from a haircut, he always seemed to have never had a haircut at all. Once his Aunt Petunia was really short-handed, so she took out a pair of scissors from the kitchen and almost cut Harry's hair like a dog gnawed it.
Because of such a terrible hairstyle, Harry didn't close his eyes that night, for fear of being teased by other students at school.
But when he woke up the next day, his hairstyle returned to its original appearance.
This kind of thing happens almost every two months.
Harry's hair looks like it's been locked in place by magic.
And the little devils figured this out too.
They kept crawling up to Harry's head, holding that little wand like a pair of scissors, 'making a big fuss' on Harry's head.
At the beginning, Harry kept patting and rubbing his head, trying to throw the little Guffins down.
But soon he gave up this futility.
Helplessly accepted the existence of these little devils.
Hair fell from the eyes.
Harry could hear the little things grinning over his head, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Harry now only hopes that Professor Dumbledore can quickly end this disaster as he described.
And Ron, Hermione...Harry prayed that the two of them would also escape from 'birth'.
"Ow!"
Harry screamed as a little Guffin gave his ear an electric shock, as though it had punched it.
But he didn't care about that anymore, because Hagrid suddenly appeared here, and he rushed in sweating profusely.
It came in from the entrance to the Muggle street.
Hagrid held a sack in his muscular arms.
Is this the secret weapon that Professor Dumbledore said?
Harry looked at the reception area,...many wizard patients were constantly fighting with these little Guffins, and some old wizards with handicapped legs were even pointed at by these little devils with their small wands, threatening to move forward slowly...
And more wizards are being chased by these little Guffins everywhere...
How can a bag end all this current chaos?
Harry was very suspicious.
Hagrid looked around, he was also very confused by all this, he didn't know what to do?
'Hagrid,' cried Dumbledore, sounding like a sigh of relief, "you've finally come..."
Hearing Professor Dumbledore's voice, Hagrid looked towards this side, and when he saw Harry and the others, he squeezed out a big smile from under his bushy beard and nodded.
Then...he stood still, looking around...
"Hagrid!" Professor Dumbledore called again.
Hagrid turned around, but didn't move. He rubbed his head very puzzled, and his two black beetle-like eyes showed a confused look.
Harry looked at Professor Dumbledore's bossy new look, as if he understood something.
So he raised his hand, waved it to Hagrid, and shouted hello.
"Hagrid, here, come here!"
Hagrid leaned over cautiously, and in the process was still looking left and right, checking his surroundings.
"Harry, why are you here? Did you get hurt? By the way, did you see Professor Dumbledore? I just heard his voice..."
Hagrid held the burlap bag and looked around sweating profusely, but he glanced past Albus Dumbledore himself who was standing there.
"Hagrid Ruburt! I..."
"I'm here!"
Dumbledore's voice was flat.
This time Hagrid finally lowered his gaze and fixed it, his eyes gradually staring at everything in front of him dully.
He froze for a while, his face gradually became extremely frightened, and the two black beetle-like eyes opened wide and round.
(Д)ノ
(End of this chapter)
"Professor Dumbledore? Are we... are we just here to watch?"
Mr. Weasley asked in a hoarse voice. He had just mended his trousers, and then saw Fudge Percy's miserable end.
Rita Skeeter was asking for it, but Fudge and Percy... one was his boss and one was his son...
This?
Let alone Fudge,
In Arthur Weasley's mind, he really wanted to let Percy suffer a little bit and keep his memory long... These days, after Percy entered the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, he was a little too complacent, and even Dumbledore and Fudge could not even participate in these matters...
But... But this is a bit too miserable, if my wife Molly finds out... I am here to watch Percy suffer...
Mr. Weasley shuddered, but when asked to go back to face the MacGuffins, he couldn't move, and the meat on his ass was still aching.
And he couldn't really do anything to that little wizard McGuffin.
Harry and Hermione also looked at Professor Dumbledore expectantly, hoping that he would make a move.
Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it.
"There are many obstacles!"
A translucent wall appeared in front of them, blocking the wave of 'MacGuffin Legion' that was about to spread.
The little Guffins bumped into the wall one by one, some returned to their original shape, some squeaked and cursed, some waved their wands to goug the transparent wall, and some scattered to find trouble with the wizards in other wards.
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.
But the two Aurors, as if they had expected it long ago, also waved their wands, and their skillful casting strengthened Dumbledore's spell.
The corridor that was isolated contained several wards.
Many wizard patients inside heard the sound, opened the door desperately, and then...
awful!Terrible!
The tauren wizard that Harry and the others met at the reception was the most miserable.
It seemed that the healer had almost restored him to his original state, at least the two curved long horns remained on his head.
But at this moment he opened the door and let the little Guffin army see.
So these little devils immediately submerged in the past, the Tauren Wizard struggled twice, without even a splash, and there was no sound... The little devils directly took their wands, stood on top of his head and took off the two long horns, and then they were transported to nowhere.
In short, these nasty little devils see something interesting and go to play tricks on it.
Relying on the characteristics of immortality and proliferation, he can do whatever he wants in the corridor isolated by Dumbledore.
For some reason, these little guys are especially interested in dealing with wizards' hairstyles.
Each of them held that kind of small magic wand, standing on top of the captives' heads, performing the 'art' of washing, cutting and blowing.
Seeing the circles of flames emerging from his son's head, slowly burning his hair, and then extinguishing... turning into a ball of charred ashes covering the top of his head, Mr. Weasley felt panic and nervous.
He didn't know how to face Molly when he went back, this kind of thing couldn't be hidden.
Fudge wasn't faring much better, now with a new mohawk.
These little things bounced back and forth on his head, and he continued to refine it with a wand, and his gray-brown hair was shaved strand by strand, and fell to the ground, eventually becoming
——A head shape in the shape of 'Hui'.
Bald in the middle, surrounded on all sides, it looks like a pothole, or an open space surrounded by a fence.
Moreover, the wizard robe that Fudge wore today became tattered, and the green top hat was simply cut into a straw hat by these little devils.
To see what happened to the Minister of Magic so badly.
This made the two Aurors next to him a little uneasy, just like Mr. Weasley... Professor Dumbledore who was staring almost pleadingly.
"Professor, can't we do something?"
Even Blake couldn't take it anymore, he said with a swallow.
"This is the treatment method of MacGuffin Albert... You have also seen that it is impossible to stop those little things with ordinary methods!"
"But if those little guys are really hurt...we will do some kind of harm to Albert's spirit...maybe even drive him crazy!"
"But...if this goes on...we'll probably just get a crazy Minister of Magic!" Weasley complained.
"Well, so I asked Hagrid to bring me something from Hogwarts! According to my calculations, that should do something..."
"What? Professor Dumbledore!" Harry asked.
"An alchemy item that can trap these little things in front of you...I ordered it with those Chinese wizards last night...it should be able to play a certain role."
Before Dumbledore finished answering, something happened to the MacGuffins trapped in the corridor over there.
There are many wizarding patients who wave their wands and use various spells to cleanse these imps.
Make them continue to return to their original shape, turning into silver wires and returning to the brain of McGuffin.
Of course, the speed at which these little things multiplied... soon exploded exponentially.
The situation has become extremely bad.
Palm-sized MacGuffins kept appearing, crowded, stacked layer by layer from the floor, just like the dolls squeezed into those claw machines, blocked by the translucent barrier.
By the time everyone felt something was wrong, it was already a bit late.
The [Obstacle Curse] that originally trapped... or blocked the corridor over there broke almost instantly.
The little guffins came like a flood.
It was almost instantly submerged in front of Harry and the others.
"go!"
After Dumbledore finished speaking in a hurry, he pulled Harry back to the side.
Harry didn't see clearly whether Ron, Hermione, or Mr. Weasley were following behind.
Dumbledore really doesn't look like an old man of this age,
His skinny left hand was firmly grasping Harry's arm, pulling him as easily as pulling a kite,
They ran quickly on the twisted stairs, and descended rapidly towards the first floor.
Harry was dizzy for a while, and when he found a chance... when he turned back to look at Black and the others, he could no longer find them.
Behind them, Harry saw the destructive little Guffins, bouncing up and down the stairs.
Some even let out tiny screams straight out of their mouths and accidentally fell straight down those stairs.
It fell between him and Professor Dumbledore.
However, the little guys didn't take it seriously, and pointed at the fallen idiot...and laughed.
And there are quite a few little guys who jumped down... or were squeezed down.
Some of the little Guffins just fell on their clothes, or on their heads... at first Harry couldn't figure it out until a sneaky imp was trimming his bangs...
Harry and Dumbledore had only discovered this when Harry saw the hairs falling out from his head.
These little things don't have a shred of weight by themselves.
Of course, it's not surprising, according to Professor Dumbledore's explanation... these little things are the embodiment of MacGuffin Albert's thoughts, or to put it another way, they are all... composed of magic and thoughts, feelings, and a trace of soul unconsciousness.
It looks like some kind of living thing, but it's actually similar to those created by transfiguration and activation, and it's even more illusory, like some kind of living ghost.
Harry and the others walked up and down the stairs, and finally returned to the first floor out of breath.
There are already those little Guffins here, though.
Harry could see that many wizards with mild symptoms had fled here.
The healers tried their best to resist these small Guffins, but seeing their light hands and feet, they obviously knew what was going on, and they didn't want to increase the number of small things.
However, this behavior is futile.
This place is completely out of order.
Quite a few of those little Guffins who just jumped down from the fifth floor... from the twisted... stairway like the root system of a big tree... survived.
It's a mess here.
What's more, the fifth floor... probably because of the overcrowding and involution of the Little Guffin, it is still falling down continuously.
The corridors and wards on other floors are probably not much better.
Harry, he heard the screams of various wizards from above, and from time to time, some wizards ran down the stairs with a small Guffin on their head and rushed to the first floor...
After that, Harry followed Dumbledore through the corridor to the reception on the first floor.
And here, the blond witch who was originally sitting at the information desk was holding a thick notebook directly over a small Macguffin, and was carefully identifying and studying it.
After she saw the little thing clearly, her face became extremely embarrassed.
After this, she hurriedly finished the registration work (actually, there was no one queuing there at this time),
The chubby blond witch yelled loudly, and arranged for the other wizards to evacuate quickly, notifying the other healers for emergency evacuation, and asking them to temporarily treat those injuries that were more life-threatening but dealt with relatively simple patients.
But it can't stop the chaos and disorder here.
Little Guffins scurry around like runaway remote-controlled rockets.
And obviously, with the huge increase in the number, the magic power that these little wizards can control has also been greatly improved.
The MacGuffins can even levitate an adult wizard in the air with a wave of their wand, spinning around in circles.
Professor Dumbledore touched his chin and watched this scene with interest, as if he was studying and thinking about something.
(By the way, Harry is now confirming Professor Dumbledore with Stone Hammer... he did indeed wear a wig just now)
Because these little Geffen legions have been making a big fuss over every wizard's head since they came here.
I started washing, cutting and blowing, and competed with Moganxi hairstyle.
Professor Dumbledore naturally took off his new hairstyle from his head, and put it away carefully... for fear that this new hairstyle that maintained his grace would suffer again.
In an instant, he changed into the shape of the bald man again.
I have to say that Professor Dumbledore's method is indeed very effective.
After some small Guffins climbed on top of Professor Dumbledore's head and stuck their wands for a long time, they found it was no fun, so they spit angrily.
Jump off the top and go straight to the next victim.
This victim, usually Harry.
Or...Harry attracted the attention of most of the Little Guffins.
Because he has a characteristic since he was a child.
He showed this while living in the Dursleys' house—
Every time Harry came back from a haircut, he always seemed to have never had a haircut at all. Once his Aunt Petunia was really short-handed, so she took out a pair of scissors from the kitchen and almost cut Harry's hair like a dog gnawed it.
Because of such a terrible hairstyle, Harry didn't close his eyes that night, for fear of being teased by other students at school.
But when he woke up the next day, his hairstyle returned to its original appearance.
This kind of thing happens almost every two months.
Harry's hair looks like it's been locked in place by magic.
And the little devils figured this out too.
They kept crawling up to Harry's head, holding that little wand like a pair of scissors, 'making a big fuss' on Harry's head.
At the beginning, Harry kept patting and rubbing his head, trying to throw the little Guffins down.
But soon he gave up this futility.
Helplessly accepted the existence of these little devils.
Hair fell from the eyes.
Harry could hear the little things grinning over his head, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Harry now only hopes that Professor Dumbledore can quickly end this disaster as he described.
And Ron, Hermione...Harry prayed that the two of them would also escape from 'birth'.
"Ow!"
Harry screamed as a little Guffin gave his ear an electric shock, as though it had punched it.
But he didn't care about that anymore, because Hagrid suddenly appeared here, and he rushed in sweating profusely.
It came in from the entrance to the Muggle street.
Hagrid held a sack in his muscular arms.
Is this the secret weapon that Professor Dumbledore said?
Harry looked at the reception area,...many wizard patients were constantly fighting with these little Guffins, and some old wizards with handicapped legs were even pointed at by these little devils with their small wands, threatening to move forward slowly...
And more wizards are being chased by these little Guffins everywhere...
How can a bag end all this current chaos?
Harry was very suspicious.
Hagrid looked around, he was also very confused by all this, he didn't know what to do?
'Hagrid,' cried Dumbledore, sounding like a sigh of relief, "you've finally come..."
Hearing Professor Dumbledore's voice, Hagrid looked towards this side, and when he saw Harry and the others, he squeezed out a big smile from under his bushy beard and nodded.
Then...he stood still, looking around...
"Hagrid!" Professor Dumbledore called again.
Hagrid turned around, but didn't move. He rubbed his head very puzzled, and his two black beetle-like eyes showed a confused look.
Harry looked at Professor Dumbledore's bossy new look, as if he understood something.
So he raised his hand, waved it to Hagrid, and shouted hello.
"Hagrid, here, come here!"
Hagrid leaned over cautiously, and in the process was still looking left and right, checking his surroundings.
"Harry, why are you here? Did you get hurt? By the way, did you see Professor Dumbledore? I just heard his voice..."
Hagrid held the burlap bag and looked around sweating profusely, but he glanced past Albus Dumbledore himself who was standing there.
"Hagrid Ruburt! I..."
"I'm here!"
Dumbledore's voice was flat.
This time Hagrid finally lowered his gaze and fixed it, his eyes gradually staring at everything in front of him dully.
He froze for a while, his face gradually became extremely frightened, and the two black beetle-like eyes opened wide and round.
(Д)ノ
(End of this chapter)
