Chapter 502

The ward was small and dark, except for a narrow window high up in the wall opposite the door. The light is mainly provided by a crystal bubble gathered in the center of the ceiling. On the oak-paneled wall hangs a portrait of an evil witch with the words: Urquhart. Lajaro (1612-1697), inventor of the gut-stinging spell.

There were only three patients. Mr. Weasley's bed was at the back of the room, next to the small window. Harry was relieved to see him leaning on a few pillows, reading the Daily Prophet with the only ray of sunlight that happened to fall on his bed. He looked up as they walked by, and when he saw who it was, he laughed happily.

He tossed the Daily Prophet aside and shouted, "Molly, Bill just left and went to work, but he said he would come and see you." "

"How are you, Arthur?" asked Mrs. Weasley, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, looking worriedly at his face, "still looking a little haggard." "

"I feel good," Mr. Weasley said pleasantly, holding out his uninjured arm and hugging Ginny. "If they can remove the bandages, I can go home. "

"Why can't you tear it down, Daddy?" asked Fred.

"Because I bleed every time I dismantle it," said Mr. Weasley lightly, reaching for his wand resting on the bedside table, and with a flick of it, there were six more chairs beside the bed, "It seems that the snake's venom has a special ingredient that prevents the wound from healing, but they believe they can find a cure, and they say they have seen much worse cases than I have, and I am now only taking one blood tonic every hour." But that one—"

He lowered his voice and turned his head towards the bed opposite, where a man with a green face lay with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, "Bitten by a werewolf, poor man, it can't be cured." "

"Werewolf?" whispered Mrs. Weasley in horror, "is he safe in the public ward, doesn't he have to be isolated in solitary condition?"

Mrs. Weasley's attitude is the attitude that most ordinary wizards have towards werewolves - fear, disgust, discrimination...... Wizards have little positive view of werewolves. You know, Mrs. Weasley sees the werewolf at least once a week, and the werewolf is outside the room at this time, and she has this attitude towards the werewolf, let alone the others.

Of course, anyone who knows Lupin knows that he is not like any other werewolf. This is not to say that Lupin is harmless after his transformation, but that he does not have the violent aura of other werewolves.

At this time, the poor patient was staring at Mrs. Weasley viciously, as if he wanted to come and bite her - many of the poor bitten creatures would choose to take revenge on the wizarding society in this way, but they would be caught by the Werewolf Capture Team of the Ministry of Magic and thrown to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures for trial. You must know that werewolves are not human in the eyes of wizards, that is to say, once werewolves commit crimes, it is very likely that they will be greeted with death.

"The full moon is two weeks away," Mr. Weasley reminded her calmly, "the therapist spoke to him this morning, trying to convince him that he could live an almost normal life. I told him I knew a werewolf - no name, of course. I said that he was doing well and doing well. "

Lupin looks down, but he's a pretty good one in the werewolf community. After all, he still has wolf poison potions to use every month, and more werewolves can't afford wolf poison potions at all.

If an ordinary family is unfortunate enough to have a werewolf, then the Galleons needed to buy the wolf poison potion are enough to bring down the family. Lupin had Sirius' friend to help, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to use the wolf poison potion.

"And then?" asked George with interest.

"Said if I didn't shut up, he would let me be bitten. "The woman over there," said Mr. Weasley, sadly, "and gesturing to the remaining manned bed by the door, "won't tell the therapist what she was biting on, and we guess it must be something she did illegally." It bit off a chunk of the flesh from her leg. It smells bad when you change the bandages. "

"Illegally bred magical creatures?" Fred looked at his father excitedly.

"Like Hagrid's whelk?" George joined in.

"Oh, please, don't mention the whelk, okay?" Ron grimaced, and looked at Harry, who had been miserable by the snail-blowing stuff in Hagrid's class.

"Tell us how you got hurt, Dad?" Fred asked, dragging his chair toward the side of the bed.

"You all know, don't you?" said Mr. Weasley, smiling meaningfully at Harry, "it's simple—I've had a long day, dozed off, and got bitten. "

"But I guess you weren't bitten at home, right?" said George.

"Where were you?" asked Ginny.

"That's my business. Mr. Weasley said, but with a smile on his lips. He grabbed the Daily Prophet, shook it open, and said, "I was just watching Willy. Reports of Widshin's arrest. Did you know that Willy was responsible for the backflow of toilet sewage last summer? One of his spells went wrong and the toilet exploded, and they found him lying unconscious in a pile of rubble, drowning from head to toe—"

"Dad, you've been so bad at changing the subject. "

"We're family, what's not to tell us?"

"Unless it's some ...... About Phoenix—"

"Ahem!" Mrs. Weasley glared at her children sternly, warning them to shut up.

"Arthur, you'd better talk about Widshin. "

"You're guarding it, aren't you?" asked George in a low voice, "the weapon." What the mystery man is looking for?"

"Shut up, George!" Mrs. Weasley whispered, "Tell me all about these 'irrelevant' things!"

"Anyway," Mr. Weasley raised his voice, "this time Willie was caught selling biting doorknobs to Muggles. I don't think he could escape, as it says that two Muggles had their fingers bitten off and were being treated in St. Mungo for bone regeneration and memory modification. Come to think of it, Muggles are in St. Mungo! I wonder which ward they are in?"

"Harry, didn't you say the mystery man had a snake?" Fred asked, watching his father's reaction. "What a big one, you saw it the night he was resurrected, didn't you?"

Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath, she looked like she couldn't take it anymore.

"Umbridge is here too. Mr. Weasley suddenly laughed and said, "I think you all already know." "

The topic is good, everyone's attention is diverted.

"Ah, yes. What ward is that damn woman in?" Fred's eyes lit up.

"Maybe we as students should visit our professors. George said with bad intentions.

The brothers have been banned, their broomsticks have been confiscated, and if they have the chance, they will definitely retaliate against Umbridge.

"It's said to be on the fifth floor - the Spell Damage Section. Mr. Weasley didn't notice the twins' expressions, and in fact, he didn't know what was going on at Hogwarts.

"Now there are a lot of people here who are interested in her. Mr. Weasley whispered, "I mean—that woman turned out to have offended a lot of people." "

"Of course, we were also interested in her. The brothers gritted their teeth a little when they said this.