Chapter 778: Support Diagon Alley (page 12)

That night, on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's, the Curses and Damage Department was overcrowded, and even the corridors were crowded with wizards who had been sent there.

Because he was sent early, Percy was lucky enough to be assigned a bed, which was in the second ward on the left side of the corridor.

When Kyle and Cedric arrived, Mrs. Weasley was standing there anxiously, constantly looking at the closed door, as if she could see through the solid wooden door if she looked at it enough times. Same.

Mr. Weasley was comforting her.

"Don't worry Molly, she'll be fine." He put one arm around Mrs. Weasley's shoulder and held it tightly with the other.

However, it can be seen from the way he looks at the door from time to time that his heart is not peaceful either.

Bill and Charlie were also there. Among the Weasley family, only the younger ones, Ginny and Ron, did not appear here. It was probably because Mrs. Weasley didn't want them to leave the safe house and didn't bring them with her.

As for Fred and George who came just now... they were not far away, like two baboons stepping on a soldering iron, covering their ears with both hands, dancing a dance they couldn't understand... …Well, maybe it’s not dancing.

"Mrs. Weasley, how is Percy?" Kyle walked over and asked.

"I don't know." Mrs. Weasley choked, her face still stained with tears, and she looked like she had just cried.

"The therapist has been in there for a long time but hasn't come out..."

While talking, the door suddenly clicked open from the inside, and a middle-aged witch with a tired look walked out.

"The situation is not bad." She seemed to be worried about something, and quickly said without waiting for Mrs. Weasley to ask: "Occlumency prevented him from being too seriously injured by the Imperius Curse. Fortunately, he was able to withstand the Cruciatus Curse. It didn't last long and it didn't hurt his soul. Now we just need to wait for him to wake up."

"Then when will he wake up..." Mrs. Weasley wanted to ask more about the specific situation, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the therapist had already pushed them away and walked in the other direction.

"Please give in, there are still many people waiting... If you are fine, please leave quickly. There are already enough people here."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped aside to make way for the therapist.

"Thank you..." the healer said. She walked to a wizard lying in the corridor, lowered her head and checked his condition with her wand. "It's the Cruciatus Curse again. It's been a really rough day. I hope they can get the herb soon." Come here, those in stock have already bottomed out..."

"There are too many of us, please leave quickly." Mr. Weasley whispered.

"You guys go back, I have to guard Percy." Mrs. Weasley said choked with tears.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Mr. Weasley said, "As you heard just now, Percy's injury is not serious, so we only need to keep one person...Bill."

Before Mrs. Weasley could speak, he shouted to the back: "How about you stay here? If anything happens, remember to tell us through the summons coin as soon as possible."

"No problem, Dad, leave it to me!" Bill said.

While talking, two more people were sent over.

While making way for the other party, Mrs. Weasley was also pushed out of the corridor by everyone and came to where the stairs were.

Because she was in the middle, she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to. She could only be surrounded and walked downstairs together.

When they arrived on the second floor, they once again passed by an injured person who was brought here. Kyle subconsciously turned his head and took a look.

Although it was just a quick glance, he still recognized that the person lying on the stretcher was not an employee of the Ministry of Magic, but an employee of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, whom he had met several times before when he went to buy books.

Could it be that the Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley after leaving the Ministry of Magic?

Although there is no news yet, judging from the current situation, this should be the case. At the same time, it also makes sense why there are so many people in St. Mungo's.

Kyle just turned around and looked.

The Flourish and Blott Bookstore clerk was also sent to the fifth floor.

"Unknown black magic damage, similar to the separation spell, which area should be placed." The person in charge of carrying the stretcher shouted loudly as he trudged through the crowded corridor.

"Go to the room on the left at the end of the corridor." The therapist on the fifth floor shouted without looking back: "Put him next to Ollivander, the dean is there!"

The two stretcher-bearers immediately ran forward, and Bill, who stayed in place, pressed himself as close to the wall as possible to create a wide enough passage.

At this time, Mr. Weasley and others who had left before had also arrived on the street outside St. Mungo's.

Because of the time, there was no one on this street, only the dim yellow light flashing on and off from the street lamp next to it.

Looking at the mannequin behind them and the sobbing Mrs. Weasley, no one spoke.

After a period of heart-wrenching silence, Mr. Weasley stepped forward and hugged her shoulders. He turned to Kyle as if to change the subject and said, "Happy birthday, Kyle."

"And Harry, too. Although I've known for a long time that you two have the same birthday, I still find it magical at this time every year."

"Huh?" Kyle was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was already early in the morning, and it belonged to the 30th.

"Me too." He said with a smile, "But it's a wonderful feeling to have a friend who has the same birthday as me."

"What's the point? George and I also have the same birthday." Fred curled his lips and said, "It's been like this for so many years, and we don't think there's anything weird about it."

"Yes." George nodded: "Sometimes I always hope that our birthdays can be a few days apart, so that we can enjoy one more birthday dinner every year!"

Listening to his words, everyone around them couldn't help laughing. Even Mrs. Weasley stopped sobbing and couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed their ears.

The two immediately begged for mercy, and their funny looks once again made everyone laugh.

"Okay, let's go back quickly." Mr. Weasley took this opportunity to say: "The Death Eaters are still wreaking havoc everywhere. Sirius and the others alone are not enough."

"I know..." Mrs. Weasley said with a gloomy look, "I just... feel a little uncomfortable... Was I too harsh on Percy before..."

"I think it can be a little more strict!" Fred, who had just released his ears, couldn't help expressing his opinion, but when Mrs. Weasley looked over, he immediately ran away.

"Don't worry, Molly, didn't the therapist just say that Percy was fine?" Mr. Weasley stepped forward to comfort her.

"Yes, Mom." George also said from the side: "This is all thanks to Mr. Fudge. His timely appearance attracted most of the firepower."

There was another moment of silence, but this time everyone looked a little strange.

"That's enough for you, don't say such things again..." Mr. Weasley tried to keep a straight face. "No matter what Fudge is like, he was killed to fight against the mysterious people. We should respect him."