Chapter 503 The End of the Visit
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 503 The End of the Visit
"So... all this was an accident!"
Ron looked bitterly at McGuffin who was sitting blankly on the hospital bed.
The McGuffin still has that weird big bag on his head. Although the production speed of the McGuffin Legion has been greatly reduced, one or two of those little things still pop out every once in a while, and then they are sucked into the burlap bag screaming.
Others are also watching, this uncomfortable scene,
It has been an hour and a half since the catastrophe just now, and the people and things in this hospital... have finally begun to return to normal.
Strolling around in the hospital... The Little Geffen obsessed with washing, cutting, blowing, and blowing have all been arrested, and the wizard patients in the hospital have also returned to their wards under the arrangement of the healers.
As for Fudge, Rita Skeeter, and Harry Ron...these people who suffered the most serious mental (hair) trauma were all placed in a very large ward together with McGuffin.
To tell the truth, they can't go anywhere.
Whether these people's current hairstyles go to Muggle streets or other places in the wizarding world... they will attract attention, or become the butt of jokes in others' mouths.
Especially Cornelius Fudge, such a minister of magic...and Dumbledore...the headmaster of Hogwarts, two powerful and powerful wizards who fell into such a joke.
Fudge looked into the mirror conjured by transfiguration... Looking at his own 'back-shaped' Moganzi hairstyle inside, his face became even more gloomy.
He was full of anger and didn't know where to vent it.
So under Fudge's strong request...Harry and the others were very 'voluntarily' trapped in this room, isolating internal and external news, to deal with some follow-up matters...
Just like now...
They were wanding each other's hair right now, getting that damn Moganzi out of the way.
Even a bald head is better than being recognized with such a strange hairstyle,
Also... if they're wearing a Ministry of Magic wig like Dumbledore, they'd better get rid of those mohawks, or they won't be able to wear them.
By the way, just now Professor Dumbledore put on a wig and disappeared into the hospital. He went to the [Fengya Wizard Clothing Shop] in Diagon Alley to buy dozens of sets...all kinds of magic wigs...for the victims to use.
Of course, the people gathered in this house... are the victims.
Ron was now looking at McGuffin in frustration, watching the mohawk on his head being erased by Mr. Weasley's wand...
A large tuft of fiery red boat-shaped hair rolled and fell to the ground like that.
Ron suddenly felt his scalp light and cold.
And Percy was holding a rag very sadly, facing a large mirror, carefully rubbing and wiping his big bald head, and spraying some water on it with his wand from time to time.
The ashes from the burnt hair were wiped away little by little, and gradually disappeared from the scalp...
Percy's earnestness and rigidity wiped away, and finally made his head shine as bright as Professor Dumbledore's.
But the most uncomfortable person in the room... was Hermione.
The little witch waved her magic wand again and again with a face full of rage and despair, trying to restore her curly pimple hairstyle to its original shape, but it was of no use at all.
Even Dumbledore said... the magic performed by Little Geffen is more primitive, more rough and chaotic, and completely different from the spell system of modern magic, that is to say, the spell-breaking method of [Curse Standing] simply does not work.
Not even shapeshifting magic works.
Dumbledore took off his wig from his head (the wig was like a piece of rubber glue, tightly adhered to the professor's scalp, it looked very sticky and firm...but when it was taken off, it did not leave any traces),
Professor Dumbledore flicked his shiny head, and there was a loud bang bang, very crisp... He comforted Hermione like this, "Miss Granger, don't you think I can only do this?"
"Don't worry, it's only temporary... [St. Mungo's Magic Hospital Monopoly] hair growth agent will make your hair grow back after a week, and it will be better and more lush than before..."
"And there are various types of wigs... Otherwise, you can go to [Fengya Wizard Dressing Shop] to choose a set you want... I think Mr. Albert will be happy to take this as compensation..."
"Really? Albert!"
"Oh!"
McGuffin feebly agreed.
He's been sapped by the little Guffins now to deal with other things.
What's the matter with love!
Fortunately, this incident was passed safely.
McGuffin could only comfort himself like Ah Q.
After a while, except for Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, and Harry...everyone...even Hermione, who had always refused to shave her head, became bald under Dumbledore's skillful hands.
That scene...the heads were shining brightly, shining, reflecting the light.
McGuffin was a little unable to look directly at the scene in front of him.
Especially Rita Skeeter...she might as well keep her sky-braided Moganzi look!
That flat face, plus that bald head, if Hagrid's beard was added, McGuffin would almost believe that this guy was Lu Zhishen alive. (Hagrid very much rejected Professor Dumbledore's shaving, he would rather keep his hair like a dog gnawing... Anyway, he didn't pay attention to his hairstyle, and Professor Dumbledore couldn't find a wig of Hagrid's size...)
When strands of hair on the head fell to the ground, there was only one road left before everyone's eyes.
- Pick a nice wig.
Although Hermione has always protested that her Buddha head was shaved off, but when she was shaved bald, she was the most active choice.
After hogging over a dozen wigs and trying a few times, she gave herself a short tomboy hairstyle.
It looks much better than the original fluffy plush monster.
However, Harry and Ron obviously didn't dare to say this directly.
Rita Skeeter, based on women's priority...or her own advantage over the photographer Bozo's body shape, directly snatched a large curly wig from him with the same style as before...but the color is a bit weird, it is a weird dark green.
I don't know if Professor Dumbledore used his own hairstyle as a template to let the clerks bring it in big bags.
In short, most of the wig sets he brought over had long hair, only two short hairstyles, one was taken away by Hermione, and the rest naturally fell into the hands of Cornelius Fudge.
And other people can only feel the feeling of fluttering long hair.
At least the wig in Ron's hand that was assigned was the fiery red long flowing hair.
And I don't know if it's because of the magic on it.
When Ron took it up, the wig always floated up by itself...
It might work well if carried by an attractive lady.
If it appeared on Ron's head...
Ron couldn't think about it anymore.
It's a pity that there are no extra wigs, and those wigs without magical effects are all in the hands of Black and Percy.
Ron has only two options left,
Either bring 'it', or go outside with a bald head to 'slip away'.
He himself couldn't say that that kind of situation would put a knife in his heart.
At this time, Ron was particularly envious of Harry's unchanging hairstyle.
But Cornelius Fudge on the side was also quite envious of this, saying that this was the magic left in the blood of Grandpa Harry's generation...
According to Fudge, Harry's grandfather invented a series of blockbuster products such as "hair restorer" and "solid hair cream" through researching this magic, making the Potter family a very rich family of pure-blood wizards at that time.
Fudge said while facing the mirror and adjusting his wig.
When everything was over, Connelly turned around and faced everyone, directly threw Bozo's video camera to the ground, and then crushed it with his foot.
He said very seriously, "I think...whether it's the little wizard, or the colleagues of the Ministry of Magic, the famous reporter; and Professor Dumbledore...we all agree with what happened today...no one will say it!"
"Of course, Minister!" After experiencing the previous frustration, Percy immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to stand on the same front as the Minister of Magic, and hurriedly agreed regardless of the crooked strap of his wig.
"Of course!"
"Never tell anyone else!"
Everyone else...including Rita Skeeter agreed without saying much.
After all, the shining scene with bald heads and bald heads will rot forever in their memory, and it's better to keep it unknown.
Afterwards, everyone had time to ask [St. Mungo's Magical Hospital] or how this 'MacGuffin crisis' was caused.
Dumbledore briefly explained to everyone the situation McGuffin was facing now.
"It seems that this was an accident!"
Black finally came to a conclusion, and the two non-existent Aurors next to him nodded in agreement.
However, Fudge, who came back to his senses, still didn't completely calm down.
If it weren't for the fact that the two guys who I sent here as guards didn't do anything, and didn't even remind themselves, they wouldn't have caused this kind of 'disaster'.
Fudge snapped at the two of them, telling them to go to other wards to appease the remaining victims, and prevent these wizards from embellishing everything they saw.
Fortunately, in this series of bad news, the only thing that is kind of good for Fudge is that no wizard has really seen Fudge's new [hairstyle] clearly, and even if there is... it is estimated to be vague and unsubstantiated.
And Rita Skeeter, the most rumor-mongering reporter in England right now, must be on the same front as them this time, and will not expose this incident.
And at this time, Harry and the others were finally able to fulfill their original purpose of coming here....
—Visit the MacGuffin!
However, although the matter of owed... was not intentionally made by McGuffin,
Everyone, especially Hermione, still cared about McGuffin messing with her hair.
She turned her face away from the MacGuffin, and was very angry... very angry.
"Okay, it seems that we should give you some time to talk to each other... After all, today is... really... not easy!"
Mr. Weasley said, and then suggested to Fudge that they could go out and leave this place to little wizards like Harry.
Fudge hesitated, but finally agreed, and left here with Rita Skeeter and Dumbledore.
In short, there were indeed only McGuffin and Harry in the room soon (Black was also taken out by Professor Dumbledore)
Several people were silent for a long time, and finally Harry asked McGuffin,
—What happened to the Ministry of Magic.
"So...McGuffin, did you really see Voldemort?" Harry still called him by his first name.
Ron shivered, but he didn't say much.
He also stared at McGuffin closely, eager to know the answer.
Hermione was the same, although she was still stern and angry, her eyes were full of curiosity.
"Ok!"
McGuffin nodded.
Accidentally, his head escaped from the bottom of the cloth bag, and a small Meguffin fell from above and escaped the range of the suction force. The Meguffin grabbed it and stuffed it up again.
But Harry didn't care about this anymore, he hurriedly asked what happened in the Ministry of Magic, wanting to verify the scene in his dream.
McGuffin spoke of the fall of the Ministry of Magic, those weird scenes, the black mist...the wrinkled skin monster, and the halls in the Department of Mysteries...especially the incomplete prophecy about Harry in the Hall of Prophecy.
Unknowingly, the three of them were immersed in the story told by McGuffin.
Even Hermione couldn't care less about being angry.
Finally, she asked extremely anxiously: "That prophecy...what does the prophecy about Harry really mean? The words of that old liar Trelawney...does anyone still believe it?"
"McGuffin, didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you more?"
"No! We've been talking about healing."
With that said, McGuffin told the three of them about his current situation in great detail.
(Although Dumbledore briefly explained it, it was only now that Harry and the others realized that the McGuffins were on the verge of madness... It is even possible that they will not be able to return to Hogwarts this semester...)
This made the three of them start to worry again.
"Okay, don't worry, after today's trip, my treatment sessions will be greatly reduced...Maybe I can go back to school before Christmas?" McGuffin said.
Hermione still thought that the Dark Lord would believe such an absurd prophecy, and she almost killed McGuffin for it.
Ron pointed out that Hermione has always disliked Trelawney, and she should have transferred this feeling for Professor Trelawney to this matter.
Hermione retorted fiercely.
Finally... Harry talked about last year's final exam--the prophecy that Trelawney made.
—a prophecy about the rise of the Dark Lord and the escape of his servants.
"Perhaps...perhaps Trelawney, at some point, was able to make some real predictions. Didn't she point out at the end of last term that Voldemort was about to be resurrected?" Harry said.
Hermione still had some doubts about that.
Finally, in the quarrel of several people, Harry and the others were taken out of the ward by Mr. Weasley, ending the visit.
(End of this chapter)
"So... all this was an accident!"
Ron looked bitterly at McGuffin who was sitting blankly on the hospital bed.
The McGuffin still has that weird big bag on his head. Although the production speed of the McGuffin Legion has been greatly reduced, one or two of those little things still pop out every once in a while, and then they are sucked into the burlap bag screaming.
Others are also watching, this uncomfortable scene,
It has been an hour and a half since the catastrophe just now, and the people and things in this hospital... have finally begun to return to normal.
Strolling around in the hospital... The Little Geffen obsessed with washing, cutting, blowing, and blowing have all been arrested, and the wizard patients in the hospital have also returned to their wards under the arrangement of the healers.
As for Fudge, Rita Skeeter, and Harry Ron...these people who suffered the most serious mental (hair) trauma were all placed in a very large ward together with McGuffin.
To tell the truth, they can't go anywhere.
Whether these people's current hairstyles go to Muggle streets or other places in the wizarding world... they will attract attention, or become the butt of jokes in others' mouths.
Especially Cornelius Fudge, such a minister of magic...and Dumbledore...the headmaster of Hogwarts, two powerful and powerful wizards who fell into such a joke.
Fudge looked into the mirror conjured by transfiguration... Looking at his own 'back-shaped' Moganzi hairstyle inside, his face became even more gloomy.
He was full of anger and didn't know where to vent it.
So under Fudge's strong request...Harry and the others were very 'voluntarily' trapped in this room, isolating internal and external news, to deal with some follow-up matters...
Just like now...
They were wanding each other's hair right now, getting that damn Moganzi out of the way.
Even a bald head is better than being recognized with such a strange hairstyle,
Also... if they're wearing a Ministry of Magic wig like Dumbledore, they'd better get rid of those mohawks, or they won't be able to wear them.
By the way, just now Professor Dumbledore put on a wig and disappeared into the hospital. He went to the [Fengya Wizard Clothing Shop] in Diagon Alley to buy dozens of sets...all kinds of magic wigs...for the victims to use.
Of course, the people gathered in this house... are the victims.
Ron was now looking at McGuffin in frustration, watching the mohawk on his head being erased by Mr. Weasley's wand...
A large tuft of fiery red boat-shaped hair rolled and fell to the ground like that.
Ron suddenly felt his scalp light and cold.
And Percy was holding a rag very sadly, facing a large mirror, carefully rubbing and wiping his big bald head, and spraying some water on it with his wand from time to time.
The ashes from the burnt hair were wiped away little by little, and gradually disappeared from the scalp...
Percy's earnestness and rigidity wiped away, and finally made his head shine as bright as Professor Dumbledore's.
But the most uncomfortable person in the room... was Hermione.
The little witch waved her magic wand again and again with a face full of rage and despair, trying to restore her curly pimple hairstyle to its original shape, but it was of no use at all.
Even Dumbledore said... the magic performed by Little Geffen is more primitive, more rough and chaotic, and completely different from the spell system of modern magic, that is to say, the spell-breaking method of [Curse Standing] simply does not work.
Not even shapeshifting magic works.
Dumbledore took off his wig from his head (the wig was like a piece of rubber glue, tightly adhered to the professor's scalp, it looked very sticky and firm...but when it was taken off, it did not leave any traces),
Professor Dumbledore flicked his shiny head, and there was a loud bang bang, very crisp... He comforted Hermione like this, "Miss Granger, don't you think I can only do this?"
"Don't worry, it's only temporary... [St. Mungo's Magic Hospital Monopoly] hair growth agent will make your hair grow back after a week, and it will be better and more lush than before..."
"And there are various types of wigs... Otherwise, you can go to [Fengya Wizard Dressing Shop] to choose a set you want... I think Mr. Albert will be happy to take this as compensation..."
"Really? Albert!"
"Oh!"
McGuffin feebly agreed.
He's been sapped by the little Guffins now to deal with other things.
What's the matter with love!
Fortunately, this incident was passed safely.
McGuffin could only comfort himself like Ah Q.
After a while, except for Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, and Harry...everyone...even Hermione, who had always refused to shave her head, became bald under Dumbledore's skillful hands.
That scene...the heads were shining brightly, shining, reflecting the light.
McGuffin was a little unable to look directly at the scene in front of him.
Especially Rita Skeeter...she might as well keep her sky-braided Moganzi look!
That flat face, plus that bald head, if Hagrid's beard was added, McGuffin would almost believe that this guy was Lu Zhishen alive. (Hagrid very much rejected Professor Dumbledore's shaving, he would rather keep his hair like a dog gnawing... Anyway, he didn't pay attention to his hairstyle, and Professor Dumbledore couldn't find a wig of Hagrid's size...)
When strands of hair on the head fell to the ground, there was only one road left before everyone's eyes.
- Pick a nice wig.
Although Hermione has always protested that her Buddha head was shaved off, but when she was shaved bald, she was the most active choice.
After hogging over a dozen wigs and trying a few times, she gave herself a short tomboy hairstyle.
It looks much better than the original fluffy plush monster.
However, Harry and Ron obviously didn't dare to say this directly.
Rita Skeeter, based on women's priority...or her own advantage over the photographer Bozo's body shape, directly snatched a large curly wig from him with the same style as before...but the color is a bit weird, it is a weird dark green.
I don't know if Professor Dumbledore used his own hairstyle as a template to let the clerks bring it in big bags.
In short, most of the wig sets he brought over had long hair, only two short hairstyles, one was taken away by Hermione, and the rest naturally fell into the hands of Cornelius Fudge.
And other people can only feel the feeling of fluttering long hair.
At least the wig in Ron's hand that was assigned was the fiery red long flowing hair.
And I don't know if it's because of the magic on it.
When Ron took it up, the wig always floated up by itself...
It might work well if carried by an attractive lady.
If it appeared on Ron's head...
Ron couldn't think about it anymore.
It's a pity that there are no extra wigs, and those wigs without magical effects are all in the hands of Black and Percy.
Ron has only two options left,
Either bring 'it', or go outside with a bald head to 'slip away'.
He himself couldn't say that that kind of situation would put a knife in his heart.
At this time, Ron was particularly envious of Harry's unchanging hairstyle.
But Cornelius Fudge on the side was also quite envious of this, saying that this was the magic left in the blood of Grandpa Harry's generation...
According to Fudge, Harry's grandfather invented a series of blockbuster products such as "hair restorer" and "solid hair cream" through researching this magic, making the Potter family a very rich family of pure-blood wizards at that time.
Fudge said while facing the mirror and adjusting his wig.
When everything was over, Connelly turned around and faced everyone, directly threw Bozo's video camera to the ground, and then crushed it with his foot.
He said very seriously, "I think...whether it's the little wizard, or the colleagues of the Ministry of Magic, the famous reporter; and Professor Dumbledore...we all agree with what happened today...no one will say it!"
"Of course, Minister!" After experiencing the previous frustration, Percy immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to stand on the same front as the Minister of Magic, and hurriedly agreed regardless of the crooked strap of his wig.
"Of course!"
"Never tell anyone else!"
Everyone else...including Rita Skeeter agreed without saying much.
After all, the shining scene with bald heads and bald heads will rot forever in their memory, and it's better to keep it unknown.
Afterwards, everyone had time to ask [St. Mungo's Magical Hospital] or how this 'MacGuffin crisis' was caused.
Dumbledore briefly explained to everyone the situation McGuffin was facing now.
"It seems that this was an accident!"
Black finally came to a conclusion, and the two non-existent Aurors next to him nodded in agreement.
However, Fudge, who came back to his senses, still didn't completely calm down.
If it weren't for the fact that the two guys who I sent here as guards didn't do anything, and didn't even remind themselves, they wouldn't have caused this kind of 'disaster'.
Fudge snapped at the two of them, telling them to go to other wards to appease the remaining victims, and prevent these wizards from embellishing everything they saw.
Fortunately, in this series of bad news, the only thing that is kind of good for Fudge is that no wizard has really seen Fudge's new [hairstyle] clearly, and even if there is... it is estimated to be vague and unsubstantiated.
And Rita Skeeter, the most rumor-mongering reporter in England right now, must be on the same front as them this time, and will not expose this incident.
And at this time, Harry and the others were finally able to fulfill their original purpose of coming here....
—Visit the MacGuffin!
However, although the matter of owed... was not intentionally made by McGuffin,
Everyone, especially Hermione, still cared about McGuffin messing with her hair.
She turned her face away from the MacGuffin, and was very angry... very angry.
"Okay, it seems that we should give you some time to talk to each other... After all, today is... really... not easy!"
Mr. Weasley said, and then suggested to Fudge that they could go out and leave this place to little wizards like Harry.
Fudge hesitated, but finally agreed, and left here with Rita Skeeter and Dumbledore.
In short, there were indeed only McGuffin and Harry in the room soon (Black was also taken out by Professor Dumbledore)
Several people were silent for a long time, and finally Harry asked McGuffin,
—What happened to the Ministry of Magic.
"So...McGuffin, did you really see Voldemort?" Harry still called him by his first name.
Ron shivered, but he didn't say much.
He also stared at McGuffin closely, eager to know the answer.
Hermione was the same, although she was still stern and angry, her eyes were full of curiosity.
"Ok!"
McGuffin nodded.
Accidentally, his head escaped from the bottom of the cloth bag, and a small Meguffin fell from above and escaped the range of the suction force. The Meguffin grabbed it and stuffed it up again.
But Harry didn't care about this anymore, he hurriedly asked what happened in the Ministry of Magic, wanting to verify the scene in his dream.
McGuffin spoke of the fall of the Ministry of Magic, those weird scenes, the black mist...the wrinkled skin monster, and the halls in the Department of Mysteries...especially the incomplete prophecy about Harry in the Hall of Prophecy.
Unknowingly, the three of them were immersed in the story told by McGuffin.
Even Hermione couldn't care less about being angry.
Finally, she asked extremely anxiously: "That prophecy...what does the prophecy about Harry really mean? The words of that old liar Trelawney...does anyone still believe it?"
"McGuffin, didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you more?"
"No! We've been talking about healing."
With that said, McGuffin told the three of them about his current situation in great detail.
(Although Dumbledore briefly explained it, it was only now that Harry and the others realized that the McGuffins were on the verge of madness... It is even possible that they will not be able to return to Hogwarts this semester...)
This made the three of them start to worry again.
"Okay, don't worry, after today's trip, my treatment sessions will be greatly reduced...Maybe I can go back to school before Christmas?" McGuffin said.
Hermione still thought that the Dark Lord would believe such an absurd prophecy, and she almost killed McGuffin for it.
Ron pointed out that Hermione has always disliked Trelawney, and she should have transferred this feeling for Professor Trelawney to this matter.
Hermione retorted fiercely.
Finally... Harry talked about last year's final exam--the prophecy that Trelawney made.
—a prophecy about the rise of the Dark Lord and the escape of his servants.
"Perhaps...perhaps Trelawney, at some point, was able to make some real predictions. Didn't she point out at the end of last term that Voldemort was about to be resurrected?" Harry said.
Hermione still had some doubts about that.
Finally, in the quarrel of several people, Harry and the others were taken out of the ward by Mr. Weasley, ending the visit.
(End of this chapter)
