Chapter 133 A Day at St. Mungo’s

Professor McGonagall did not leave with Dumbledore, but stayed to take care of Ada. She was still worried about those Aurors with ulterior motives. Professor McGonagall was worried that if she wasn't here, Ada would have a conflict with them and someone would catch her pigtails.

But this was because Professor McGonagall was overly worried. The Aurors never came from the beginning to the end, and Ada fell asleep early under the influence of the sedative potion.

The main function of sedatives is to soothe nerves and restore calm to people who are frightened, traumatized, or mentally broken. The therapist believed that Ada had just experienced something terrible today and that she might have symptoms such as anxiety, insomnia, and dreaminess. In order to relieve Ada's tense nerves, she asked Ada to take sedatives before going to bed.

Although the hospital bed was not comfortable at all, Ada still had a good sleep with the help of the sedative medicine and Professor McGonagall. There were no worried murmurs from the therapist or nightmares, and I slept straight until dawn.

It was around eight o'clock on Sunday morning. Usually Ada would have been sitting in the auditorium at this time, but today she had just woken up after a dreamless night. Ada stretched out on the hospital bed with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Professor McGonagall sitting in front of her hospital bed. The sunshine outside the window was very gentle, and it was another beautiful day.

Professor McGonagall was reading today's Daily Prophet, which also published the battle between wizards that took place in Little Whinging yesterday. Apart from the names of several deceased persons, the newspaper did not reveal any more details, and naturally there were no Mention Ada's name.

I was able to appear in the "Daily Prophet" both times, but I missed it both times. I don't know whether Ada is destined to it or not. Maybe "destined" is more appropriate!

The two had a simple breakfast. Ada still didn't like dry bread for breakfast. She wanted to drink porridge, and she also wanted to go back to Hogwarts. Ada did not tell Professor McGonagall that she wanted to drink porridge. She was afraid that Professor McGonagall would tell her: What kind of porridge should you drink? I think you look like porridge.

Not long after Ada swallowed her last bite of bread, people from the Ministry of Magic came to question Ada. This time it was not Hart (I heard from Dumbledore that Hart had been punished), but a man and a woman. A wizard Ada had never seen before.

The witch's name was Amelia Bones. She had a broad build, a square chin, short gray hair, and a monocle. She and Professor McGonagall must have known each other. The two strong women even chatted about some private matters together, probably related to a person named Susan.

The wizard did not introduce himself. He was a tall (Ida was envious of), bald (this is a national trait), black-skinned wizard. He also wore a golden earring on one ear, which made him very attractive. Memory point. His voice was deep and slow, but it had a calming power, and he seemed like an easy person to get along with.

Of the two people, Amelia Bones was obviously the dominant one, but she just casually asked some very basic questions to understand the situation at the time, and then ended her questioning of Ada. That's right. , ended so hastily.

The whole process took only half an hour in total. The two of them seemed to be just going through the motions. Ada even suspected that Ms. Bones didn't care about what she said.

All in all, what happened in Little Whinging has come to a successful end. Ada no longer has to go to Azkaban to further her studies. She can return to Hogwarts to continue her studies at any time, if Professor McGonagall agrees to her return.

After the short and outrageous inquiry, Ada went for examination and dressing change under the guidance of the therapist, while Professor McGonagall went to send Amelia Bones and the charming wizard away from the Saint. Mungo.

Ada, who had put on a new bandage, came out of the treatment room and happened to see Professor McGonagall who had returned from sending people off. She was chatting with a scary-looking witch in front of a ward.

This witch looked very old. She was wearing a green robe, carrying a big red handbag, and her pointed hat was decorated with a stuffed vulture. Ada really disagreed with this aesthetic.

"Come here, Ada." Professor McGonagall waved to Ada, "Ada, this is Mrs. Augusta Longbottom."

"Hello, Mrs. Longbottom, I am Esmeralda Drizzt, a student of Professor McGonagall." Ada took the initiative to introduce herself to Mrs. Longbottom, "I always hear Professor McGonagall mention you. "

"There shouldn't be anything nice to say, right?" Mrs. Longbottom noblely stretched out her hand to shake Ada's hand, "Such a preference for a student is not common for Minerva. It seems that she really likes you. .”

"I'm just here to keep an eye on her. Don't make any more troubles while I'm not paying attention." Professor McGonagall said, "If she can let me worry less, I will thank Merlin."

"Neville, we should go." Mrs. Longbottom said towards the ward. After a while, a boy with a small round face came out of the ward. He stood next to Mrs. Longbottom, his head lowered, staring at his toes.

"Soon, Neville will go to Hogwarts. He is a good boy." Mrs. Longbottom looked at Neville sternly, "But Neville does not have his father's talent. Frank and Alice are both talented. Very tall wizard."

"He is still young. Little Mr. Longbottom will definitely become a respected wizard like Frank in the future." Professor McGonagall comforted him.

Mrs. Longbottom sighed and said: "I hope so. The reputation of the Longbottom family still needs Neville to revitalize... Well, we should go."

Mrs. Longbottom put on long green gloves that matched her robes, and she held Neville Longbottom's hand as she left the fifth floor. When the grandfather and grandson left, Ada also heard Professor McGonagall sighing, and she asked: "Professor, what's wrong?"

"Frank and Alice, Neville's parents, are Aurors and are very respected in the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall said, "Just after the fall of the mysterious man, the two of them were tortured crazy by Death Eaters."

It is sad to fall on the eve of victory. What is even more sad is to fall on the night of victory. Frank and Alice are like this. They are respectable heroes, but now they can only live like this, living in more pain than death.

If Ada had to choose, Ada would rather die than live like this. This requires more courage than facing death.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Weasley rushed into the ward in a hurry. She directly ignored Professor McGonagall and stood in front of Ada. Mrs. Weasley turned Ada over and checked her. It was exactly the same as Professor McGonagall did yesterday, like a technique taught by a master.

Of course, Mrs. Weasley did not come alone, there were two followers behind her. Probably because Professor McGonagall's aura was too strong, Ron and Ginny were like two little transparent people, sitting quietly on the corner of the bed and not daring to say a word.

"In September, Ron will also go to Hogwarts, maybe another Gryffindor." Ada and Professor McGonagall said.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ron's ancestral red hair and said: "Hogwarts welcomes you, kid. I like your brothers very much, Bill, Charlie and Percy. They are all excellent Gryffindors." .”

After hearing this, Ada wanted to ask Professor McGonagall: Professor, are you missing two people? You even mentioned Bill who graduated, but didn't you mention the two who are currently in school?

"Fred and George are not bad either. It would be better if they could focus more on their studies." Seeing Ada's small eyes, Professor McGonagall added.

These Weasley family treasures are obviously very smart, but they are full of tricks, which makes Professor McGonagall neither love nor hate them, and it is a headache.

Ada said silently in her heart: Fred, George, sister really tried her best. If your grades are worse than last year, your butts will definitely not be saved.