Chapter 502 This hospital is in danger (4)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 502 This Hospital Is in Danger ([-])
Hagrid had a face full of disbelief, and blinked his dark eyes hard.
The burlap bag slowly slipped down from his arms, he waved his arms vigorously and shouted loudly in surprise,
"Professor? You are...Professor Dumbledore!"
The roar exploded in Harry's ears like thunder, and echoed throughout the entire room at the reception.
It made his head buzz, and he was blind for a long time.
"That's right, it's me..." Professor Dumbledore patted his bald head self-mockingly and said.
"You... what's wrong with you?"
Hagrid's eyes wandered, a little afraid to look at Dumbledore's shiny head.
"Well, as you can see...something has happened here at St. Mungo's Hospital..." said Dumbledore calmly.
He pointed to the McGeffen legions who were constantly making noise around them.
Hagrid saw it too, and then he noticed... the little ones who were making noise over Harry's head.
Those little little Guffins were waving around with their little wands in Harry's hair, and the tufts of hair were falling everywhere like flying snow.
Fortunately, Harry's hair was like leeks, constantly bulging straight out.
Otherwise, it is estimated that it will not be long before it will become bald.
Hagrid seemed to understand something, his expression became very tense, and he was very careful not to bring up this topic again.
Then he used his finger as thick as a carrot to poke the little Geffen on top of Harry's head, flicking them...
The little things staggered and tumbled off the top of Harry's head, bouncing on the ground a couple of times, and then rolled over again in an instant.
These little guys pointed at Hagrid and screamed, looking very angry.
"What is this? MacGuffin Albert? . . . he, he has become so small . . . "
Hagrid turned his head and looked around, looking at the McGuffin legions who were making a mess around here, and then said, "...Why are there so many McGuffin Alberts!"
"Could it be him again..."
Hagrid thought of the past "brilliant experience" of MacGuffin, and suddenly came to his senses.
"Okay, Hagrid...give that thing to me! The riot at St. Mungo's Hospital should be over...Although I had expected it, I didn't expect it to erupt suddenly at this time! I thought it could be resolved quietly..."
After Dumbledore sighed softly, he received the sack from Hagrid.
Harry stared at the strange bag.
He wanted to know how Dumbledore used this thing to stop this chaos.
The cloth bags are ordinary and old, no different from those old bags placed in ordinary warehouses.
If anything was a little different, it was that the bag was always bulging, and there was a golden band tightly tied around the mouth of the cloth bag, with some runes occasionally flowing on it.
But it doesn't look like the runes, ancient Latin alphabet, or ancient Egyptian magic words that can be learned at Hogwarts...it looks like the Chinese that McGuffin once showed them...
Dumbledore drew out his wand, tapped the golden strip, and the cloth bag was slowly released, revealing an extremely dark hole inside,
It's like absorbing all the light around it.
"Hagrid, grab me a little thing like that!"
"Oh, good professor!"
Hagrid bent down and reached out, trying to catch a small Guffin running around on the ground,
But the speed of these little guys was too flexible, Hagrid was teased by these little devils instead.
They circled Hagrid, slipped out of Hagrid's fingers, and even climbed directly from Hagrid's palm and up his cuffs until they climbed onto his matted black long hair and beard.
The little ones dragged Hagrid's beard to block the swing... Pick up the wand and start washing, cutting and blowing.
After a while, Hagrid's beard looked like it had been cut by a lawn mower, leaving messy and untidy marks.
The anxious Hagrid hopped on the spot, slapped his head and hair vigorously, and yelled loudly.
Under Hagrid's beating, the ground of the entire reception area kept shaking, like an earthquake.
His head even made a muffled sound under the slap, it sounded like it could crush a watermelon into pieces.
Those little Griffins on Hagrid's head had long since melted into silvery memories, but he couldn't stop taking pictures.
Apparently what happened to Dumbledore and Harry... and others with their hairdos horrified the big man.
Harry had to wrestle a small Geffen from his own head and hand it to Dumbledore.
As for Hagrid's matter, both of them silently planned to ignore this jumping foot in place, a little aggrieved... the giant whose hair was damaged.
After Dumbledore received the Little Geffen, he threw it into the dark hole in the burlap bag...
After a while, Dumbledore lifted the bag again, and it fell out. A dizzy little Guffin rolled over and fell out of it.
"Professor, is this?"
"Well, an alchemy tool to imprison these little guys, inside is an independent space fragment...an extremely broken man-made secret realm...this thing is much better than the [Traceless Stretching Curse]."
"This secret realm can hold these fragments of memory...I specially asked those Chinese wizards to make it, and it also has magic for little guys..."
"We can finally solve this matter."
As Dumbledore spoke, he raised his wand and muttered an indistinct spell.
Afterwards, the burlap bag glowed with golden light and began to float in the air, and a weak suction was emitted from the dark hole...
One by one, the little Geffen began to look like being hit by a tornado... rolled up, twirled, sucked into the dark hole, and put into the burlap bag.
Dumbledore waved his wand, directed the sack floating in the air... and walked around the reception twice.
The little Griffins hiding in the corners; clutching the hair of wizards and healers screamed, were swept up into the air, and sucked straight in...
Soon, the reception area on the first floor returned to its original calm.
Hagrid also gradually calmed down, but he was still very sad about the damage to his haircut and looked depressed.
"Okay," Dumbledore said to Harry and the others after fastening the sackcloth, "Let's quickly end this matter! Go and see Ron and Hermione first, and rescue Minister Fudge and Rita Skeeter..."
"Come on, Hagrid!"
"Oh, oh... yes, Professor!" Hagrid muttered, trying to straighten his hair, but unfortunately, both the beard and the original thick black long hair had turned into a dog-gnawed appearance, pitted and ugly.
Afterwards, Harry followed Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid from the first floor... and began to patrol the various floors of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic, looking for traces of those little devils, and caught them in this burlap bag.
Soon, they patrolled the second, third, and fourth floors, rescued many victims of washing, cutting, and moganzi hairstyles, and filled the burlap bag with many small Guffins.
Finally, after they came to the fifth floor...
Dumbledore finally stopped.
And Harry finally saw Ron and Hermione again.
It turned out that the two of them didn't escape here with Mr. Weasley at all, or they escaped from this floor and were captured by these little devils again.
"Ron, Hermione!" Harry yelled.
It's a pity that the two didn't respond.
They sat blank-eyed by a door in the hallway.
On the heads of the two... there are three or four palm-sized small Geffen on each of them, finishing their Moganzi hairstyles.
Ron's fiery red hair turned into a ship and was upside down on his head. Of course, the top and sides of the head... The original hair that didn't fit the 'art' has been subtracted, revealing a layer of green skin.
As for Hermione, her fluffy brown hair had turned into curled brown blobs clinging to her scalp.
If McGuffin saw it, he would immediately understand that Hermione had a Buddha's head cut at this time.
This is becoming a fairy and becoming a ancestor!
Ron and Hermione are indeed 'immortals' now,
Harry was yelling in the hallway, but it didn't wake them up at all.
The two of them seemed to have been deprived of all their ability to think, and they sat here motionless as if they had been petrified.
Mr. Weasley and Black did not fare much better.
The hair pattern of the husky behind Black has not changed, but the place in front of his head shape is not harmed by those little devils,
Another Chinese one was sorted out
- the word 'king'.
And that husky's gaze has been refined again, it looks very defiant, full of the unique temperament of the "king of beasts" who despises everything.
As for Mr. Weasley...
Only he is still struggling, patting the little Guffins on his body, but according to the hairstyle he currently supports in the center of the four sides, in fact, those little Guffins can't do any effective washing, cutting and blowing.
Most of these little guys really didn't seem to have much interest in Mr. Weasley either.
This is also the main reason why he still persists until now.
Dumbledore stopped here, not because the storage capacity of the sack was limited, but because there were too many McGuffins on the fifth floor.
These little guys were densely packed on the floor of the entire corridor, and Professor Dumbledore and Harry didn't even have a place to step down, and if it wasn't for Hagrid, a big man with thick skin and thick flesh, who blocked them, Harry and the others would probably be pushed directly down the fifth floor by these little devils.
These small things are still increasing continuously until now.
Even opening the cloth bag and inhaling these little things... It seemed to Harry that nothing had changed here, they couldn't even get close to Ron and Hermione who were sitting in the corridor over there.
In the end, Professor Dumbledore had no choice but to intensify the force, making the cloth bag buzz like a blower.
Then the opposite airflow burst out, continuously sucking the Geffen into the bag.
Like a hood, or a vacuum cleaner.
In this way, Harry slowly approached Ron and Hermione.
Harry and Hagrid quickly helped the two of them up and patted them, trying to wake them up.
"Ron, Hermione... wake up, wake up!"
"Harry? Is this heaven?" Hermione whispered sleepwalkingly, "I just dreamed that I fell into a hell full of MacGuffins...they gave me..."
"Oh, no, no—I don't want—"
After Hermione realized that she was not dreaming, she immediately let out an extremely high-pitched scream, which almost pierced the eardrums of everyone on the fifth floor, and even the little Guffins were frightened and froze in place.
Of course, this also made Ron sober.
"My...my hair!"
Hermione touched her hair tremblingly, the original fluffy feeling completely disappeared, and the feeling transmitted to her hands was only big bumpy bumps.
Although it feels soft, it looks like the texture of hair.
But all this was enough to penetrate Hermione's psychological bottom line.
She kept screaming, even ignoring the magical alchemy prop that Professor Dumbledore was injured and the sudden appearance of Hagrid.
Fortunately, Hermione's scream woke Ron up.
His body trembled, and he gradually came to himself.
"Harry?" Ron said.
He looked sober and rational, but he didn't suffer from any psychological trauma like Hermione...
Why?
Now he actually showed appreciation for the new looks of Professor Dumbledore and Hermione beside him.
The guy's preferences have been completely changed.
Fortunately, Hermione looked like she was losing her mind.
Otherwise, Ron's praise of Hermione's current hairstyle alone would trigger a 'world war' between the two of them.
Professor Dumbledore continued to move forward, and quickly rescued the two Aurors who were also too late to run, and Mr. Weasley and Sirius Black who stayed behind.
Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were indeed adult wizards, and they didn't have any out-of-control behaviors. They just looked a little frustrated and worried about everything.
Especially at the source, Minister Fudge and the others who were overwhelmed by the tide of Small Geffen... Mr. Weasley was also very worried about Percy's situation.
As Professor Dumbledore moved forward steadily, increasing the firepower and using that bag to absorb the McGuffins, the situation here on the fifth floor (Spell Damage Department) gradually became clear.
They gradually came to Rita Skeeter, the Minister.
The four of them did not suffer any physical injuries. The most serious thing was that Rita Skeeter lost a few front teeth, and Fudge's robe became a little tattered.
It's just that their hairstyles and self-esteem... Just like everyone else, they have all received [-] times the critical damage.
Finally, Professor Dumbledore came to McGuffin, and he put the burlap bag directly over McGuffin's head, just like a Muggle perm.
Started to absorb those little Guffins...
This scene is extremely weird, and it is utterly terrifying to watch carefully.
(End of this chapter)
Hagrid had a face full of disbelief, and blinked his dark eyes hard.
The burlap bag slowly slipped down from his arms, he waved his arms vigorously and shouted loudly in surprise,
"Professor? You are...Professor Dumbledore!"
The roar exploded in Harry's ears like thunder, and echoed throughout the entire room at the reception.
It made his head buzz, and he was blind for a long time.
"That's right, it's me..." Professor Dumbledore patted his bald head self-mockingly and said.
"You... what's wrong with you?"
Hagrid's eyes wandered, a little afraid to look at Dumbledore's shiny head.
"Well, as you can see...something has happened here at St. Mungo's Hospital..." said Dumbledore calmly.
He pointed to the McGeffen legions who were constantly making noise around them.
Hagrid saw it too, and then he noticed... the little ones who were making noise over Harry's head.
Those little little Guffins were waving around with their little wands in Harry's hair, and the tufts of hair were falling everywhere like flying snow.
Fortunately, Harry's hair was like leeks, constantly bulging straight out.
Otherwise, it is estimated that it will not be long before it will become bald.
Hagrid seemed to understand something, his expression became very tense, and he was very careful not to bring up this topic again.
Then he used his finger as thick as a carrot to poke the little Geffen on top of Harry's head, flicking them...
The little things staggered and tumbled off the top of Harry's head, bouncing on the ground a couple of times, and then rolled over again in an instant.
These little guys pointed at Hagrid and screamed, looking very angry.
"What is this? MacGuffin Albert? . . . he, he has become so small . . . "
Hagrid turned his head and looked around, looking at the McGuffin legions who were making a mess around here, and then said, "...Why are there so many McGuffin Alberts!"
"Could it be him again..."
Hagrid thought of the past "brilliant experience" of MacGuffin, and suddenly came to his senses.
"Okay, Hagrid...give that thing to me! The riot at St. Mungo's Hospital should be over...Although I had expected it, I didn't expect it to erupt suddenly at this time! I thought it could be resolved quietly..."
After Dumbledore sighed softly, he received the sack from Hagrid.
Harry stared at the strange bag.
He wanted to know how Dumbledore used this thing to stop this chaos.
The cloth bags are ordinary and old, no different from those old bags placed in ordinary warehouses.
If anything was a little different, it was that the bag was always bulging, and there was a golden band tightly tied around the mouth of the cloth bag, with some runes occasionally flowing on it.
But it doesn't look like the runes, ancient Latin alphabet, or ancient Egyptian magic words that can be learned at Hogwarts...it looks like the Chinese that McGuffin once showed them...
Dumbledore drew out his wand, tapped the golden strip, and the cloth bag was slowly released, revealing an extremely dark hole inside,
It's like absorbing all the light around it.
"Hagrid, grab me a little thing like that!"
"Oh, good professor!"
Hagrid bent down and reached out, trying to catch a small Guffin running around on the ground,
But the speed of these little guys was too flexible, Hagrid was teased by these little devils instead.
They circled Hagrid, slipped out of Hagrid's fingers, and even climbed directly from Hagrid's palm and up his cuffs until they climbed onto his matted black long hair and beard.
The little ones dragged Hagrid's beard to block the swing... Pick up the wand and start washing, cutting and blowing.
After a while, Hagrid's beard looked like it had been cut by a lawn mower, leaving messy and untidy marks.
The anxious Hagrid hopped on the spot, slapped his head and hair vigorously, and yelled loudly.
Under Hagrid's beating, the ground of the entire reception area kept shaking, like an earthquake.
His head even made a muffled sound under the slap, it sounded like it could crush a watermelon into pieces.
Those little Griffins on Hagrid's head had long since melted into silvery memories, but he couldn't stop taking pictures.
Apparently what happened to Dumbledore and Harry... and others with their hairdos horrified the big man.
Harry had to wrestle a small Geffen from his own head and hand it to Dumbledore.
As for Hagrid's matter, both of them silently planned to ignore this jumping foot in place, a little aggrieved... the giant whose hair was damaged.
After Dumbledore received the Little Geffen, he threw it into the dark hole in the burlap bag...
After a while, Dumbledore lifted the bag again, and it fell out. A dizzy little Guffin rolled over and fell out of it.
"Professor, is this?"
"Well, an alchemy tool to imprison these little guys, inside is an independent space fragment...an extremely broken man-made secret realm...this thing is much better than the [Traceless Stretching Curse]."
"This secret realm can hold these fragments of memory...I specially asked those Chinese wizards to make it, and it also has magic for little guys..."
"We can finally solve this matter."
As Dumbledore spoke, he raised his wand and muttered an indistinct spell.
Afterwards, the burlap bag glowed with golden light and began to float in the air, and a weak suction was emitted from the dark hole...
One by one, the little Geffen began to look like being hit by a tornado... rolled up, twirled, sucked into the dark hole, and put into the burlap bag.
Dumbledore waved his wand, directed the sack floating in the air... and walked around the reception twice.
The little Griffins hiding in the corners; clutching the hair of wizards and healers screamed, were swept up into the air, and sucked straight in...
Soon, the reception area on the first floor returned to its original calm.
Hagrid also gradually calmed down, but he was still very sad about the damage to his haircut and looked depressed.
"Okay," Dumbledore said to Harry and the others after fastening the sackcloth, "Let's quickly end this matter! Go and see Ron and Hermione first, and rescue Minister Fudge and Rita Skeeter..."
"Come on, Hagrid!"
"Oh, oh... yes, Professor!" Hagrid muttered, trying to straighten his hair, but unfortunately, both the beard and the original thick black long hair had turned into a dog-gnawed appearance, pitted and ugly.
Afterwards, Harry followed Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid from the first floor... and began to patrol the various floors of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic, looking for traces of those little devils, and caught them in this burlap bag.
Soon, they patrolled the second, third, and fourth floors, rescued many victims of washing, cutting, and moganzi hairstyles, and filled the burlap bag with many small Guffins.
Finally, after they came to the fifth floor...
Dumbledore finally stopped.
And Harry finally saw Ron and Hermione again.
It turned out that the two of them didn't escape here with Mr. Weasley at all, or they escaped from this floor and were captured by these little devils again.
"Ron, Hermione!" Harry yelled.
It's a pity that the two didn't respond.
They sat blank-eyed by a door in the hallway.
On the heads of the two... there are three or four palm-sized small Geffen on each of them, finishing their Moganzi hairstyles.
Ron's fiery red hair turned into a ship and was upside down on his head. Of course, the top and sides of the head... The original hair that didn't fit the 'art' has been subtracted, revealing a layer of green skin.
As for Hermione, her fluffy brown hair had turned into curled brown blobs clinging to her scalp.
If McGuffin saw it, he would immediately understand that Hermione had a Buddha's head cut at this time.
This is becoming a fairy and becoming a ancestor!
Ron and Hermione are indeed 'immortals' now,
Harry was yelling in the hallway, but it didn't wake them up at all.
The two of them seemed to have been deprived of all their ability to think, and they sat here motionless as if they had been petrified.
Mr. Weasley and Black did not fare much better.
The hair pattern of the husky behind Black has not changed, but the place in front of his head shape is not harmed by those little devils,
Another Chinese one was sorted out
- the word 'king'.
And that husky's gaze has been refined again, it looks very defiant, full of the unique temperament of the "king of beasts" who despises everything.
As for Mr. Weasley...
Only he is still struggling, patting the little Guffins on his body, but according to the hairstyle he currently supports in the center of the four sides, in fact, those little Guffins can't do any effective washing, cutting and blowing.
Most of these little guys really didn't seem to have much interest in Mr. Weasley either.
This is also the main reason why he still persists until now.
Dumbledore stopped here, not because the storage capacity of the sack was limited, but because there were too many McGuffins on the fifth floor.
These little guys were densely packed on the floor of the entire corridor, and Professor Dumbledore and Harry didn't even have a place to step down, and if it wasn't for Hagrid, a big man with thick skin and thick flesh, who blocked them, Harry and the others would probably be pushed directly down the fifth floor by these little devils.
These small things are still increasing continuously until now.
Even opening the cloth bag and inhaling these little things... It seemed to Harry that nothing had changed here, they couldn't even get close to Ron and Hermione who were sitting in the corridor over there.
In the end, Professor Dumbledore had no choice but to intensify the force, making the cloth bag buzz like a blower.
Then the opposite airflow burst out, continuously sucking the Geffen into the bag.
Like a hood, or a vacuum cleaner.
In this way, Harry slowly approached Ron and Hermione.
Harry and Hagrid quickly helped the two of them up and patted them, trying to wake them up.
"Ron, Hermione... wake up, wake up!"
"Harry? Is this heaven?" Hermione whispered sleepwalkingly, "I just dreamed that I fell into a hell full of MacGuffins...they gave me..."
"Oh, no, no—I don't want—"
After Hermione realized that she was not dreaming, she immediately let out an extremely high-pitched scream, which almost pierced the eardrums of everyone on the fifth floor, and even the little Guffins were frightened and froze in place.
Of course, this also made Ron sober.
"My...my hair!"
Hermione touched her hair tremblingly, the original fluffy feeling completely disappeared, and the feeling transmitted to her hands was only big bumpy bumps.
Although it feels soft, it looks like the texture of hair.
But all this was enough to penetrate Hermione's psychological bottom line.
She kept screaming, even ignoring the magical alchemy prop that Professor Dumbledore was injured and the sudden appearance of Hagrid.
Fortunately, Hermione's scream woke Ron up.
His body trembled, and he gradually came to himself.
"Harry?" Ron said.
He looked sober and rational, but he didn't suffer from any psychological trauma like Hermione...
Why?
Now he actually showed appreciation for the new looks of Professor Dumbledore and Hermione beside him.
The guy's preferences have been completely changed.
Fortunately, Hermione looked like she was losing her mind.
Otherwise, Ron's praise of Hermione's current hairstyle alone would trigger a 'world war' between the two of them.
Professor Dumbledore continued to move forward, and quickly rescued the two Aurors who were also too late to run, and Mr. Weasley and Sirius Black who stayed behind.
Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were indeed adult wizards, and they didn't have any out-of-control behaviors. They just looked a little frustrated and worried about everything.
Especially at the source, Minister Fudge and the others who were overwhelmed by the tide of Small Geffen... Mr. Weasley was also very worried about Percy's situation.
As Professor Dumbledore moved forward steadily, increasing the firepower and using that bag to absorb the McGuffins, the situation here on the fifth floor (Spell Damage Department) gradually became clear.
They gradually came to Rita Skeeter, the Minister.
The four of them did not suffer any physical injuries. The most serious thing was that Rita Skeeter lost a few front teeth, and Fudge's robe became a little tattered.
It's just that their hairstyles and self-esteem... Just like everyone else, they have all received [-] times the critical damage.
Finally, Professor Dumbledore came to McGuffin, and he put the burlap bag directly over McGuffin's head, just like a Muggle perm.
Started to absorb those little Guffins...
This scene is extremely weird, and it is utterly terrifying to watch carefully.
(End of this chapter)
