HP Magic Biography

Chapter 900 St. Mungo's Magical Hospital

Attack him? Fan Lin paused, then returned to normal.

That's right... Harry said tremblingly, his face looking a little gray.

He could only see part of Sirius' face, the rest of his face lost in the darkness.

It's the dream that's still affecting you, Sirius said. You're still thinking about those dreams or whatever—

No, said Harry, shaking his head, like something was sticking up inside me like a snake inside me.

You need sleep, said Sirius firmly.

You should have breakfast and go upstairs to bed and see Arthur with the group after lunch. You're agitated Harry you're beating yourself up for not being able to help what you've witnessed but you're lucky you were there, otherwise Arthur might have been Die, but please don't worry. Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and left the tea room while Fan Lin was watching him silently, staring at Harry with a pair of blue eyes in the darkness, as if trying to see through Harry .

What the hell happened to me? Harry asked slightly trembling.

You're fine, Fan Lin shook his head, Maybe there is a solution, but it's not right now, we have to go to sleep, right?

In fact, except for Harry, everyone was sleeping in the morning, and Fan Lin had already returned to Hogwarts early in the morning. He was going to pick up Hermione, and at the same time, he had to return to London after watching Mr. Weasley.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry made his way to the bedroom he and Ron had shared for the last few weeks of the year. Ron climbed into bed and fell asleep within a few minutes. Comfortable.

He decided not to doze off for fear that he would turn into a snake again in his sleep and wake up to find himself attacking Ron or one by one everyone else walking around the house.

When Ron woke up Harry pretended to be sleeping soundly too. While they were having lunch their large trunks had arrived from Hogwarts so they could pack for the trip to St. Mungo's magical resources.

They changed out of their robes for jeans and a T-shirt and everyone except Harry was so jovial and chatty.

They happily welcome the presence of Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody, who will escort them through London, laughing at the corner of the bowler hat Mad-Eye wears that hides his magic eye.

Tonks's head was short again and pink so he wouldn't attract attention on the subway.

Tonks was very interested in what Harry saw Mr. Weasley being attacked which Harry didn't want to talk about.

Your family has no prophetic blood, right? she asked curiously as they sat side by side on a rattling train heading downtown.

No said Harry thinking of Professor Traunie and feeling humiliated.

No, Tonks mused, no, I don't think it's actually a prophecy, is it? I mean you're not seeing the future you're seeing the present. Weird isn't it? But useful.

Harry didn't answer. Luckily he used Fred and George to separate himself from Tonks as they got off at the next station, Central London Station, in their haste to leave the train.

Tonks led the way and they followed her up the escalator, Moody staying at the back of the line, his hat pulled down and a bony hand between the buttons of his coat grabbing his wand.

Harry felt the hidden eye staring at him.

Trying to avoid further questions about his dream, he asks where Mad-Eye St. Mungo's Magical Hospital is.

It's not far from here, mumbled Moody, breathing the winter air as they walked down a wide high street full of Christmas shoppers.

He let Harry go ahead of him and he went behind. Harry knew the eyes were looking in all directions under the slanted hat. Finding a good location for a hospital is not easy.

The strip between the one-way and two-way streets in London isn't big enough to be built underground like the Ministry of Magic and that's bad for health. In the end they managed to build a building here, on the grounds that sick wizards can get along naturally with crowds.

He grabbed Harry to keep them from being scattered by a crowd of customers rushing towards the small electronics store.

Let's go this way, said Moody after a while.

They were standing in front of a huge, old-fashioned red brick store with a sign reading: purge6zdose Ltd.

There is a stale smell in the air. Some broken dolls are randomly placed in the window. They are fake and crooked, and the clothes are still outdated ten years ago. A huge sign on the dusty door: CLOSED DURING RENOVATION.

Harry clearly heard a large woman saying to her friend, That place never opened, as they passed them with a plastic shopping bag.

Yes, said Tonks, nodding to them, pointing to a particularly ugly doll in the window. Its false eyelashes hang down and it wears a green nylon saliva suit. are you ready?

They nodded and huddled around her.

Moody pushed Harry forward hard, and Tonks leaned against the glass looking at the very ugly doll's mouth, steam spraying onto the glass.

Open it, said Tonks, and we'll see Arthur Weasley.

Harry thought it was absurd that Tonks should expect the doll to hear her whispers through a pane of glass, rumbling buses behind him, and streets full of customers, and the doll wouldn't hear them anyway.

The next second when he saw the doll nodded slightly and gestured with his fingers, his mouth couldn't close in surprise.

Tonks disappeared through the glass with Ginny and Mrs Weasley between his elbows. Fred, George and Ron walked behind them.

Harry glanced at the jostling crowd. No one noticed the ugly window display of Purge \u0026amp; Dose Ltd. or that six people had just vanished without a trace in front of them.

Come on, growled Moody, pushing Harry on the back. Walking forward together they felt through a layer of cool water to a warm dry place.

There was no sign of the ugly doll or where she had stood. They appear to be in a crowded reception area with rows of witches and wizards sitting in rickety wooden chairs some looking perfectly normal reading outdated others with hideous features like ivory bruises, or a hand growing out of the chest.

The room was not quite as quiet as the street outside because most of the patients were making a very distinctive noise: a sweaty wizard sitting in the middle of the front row was fanning vigorously with a sheet of paper as steam gushed out of her mouth. There was a high-pitched whistling sound from time to time; a dirty-looking wizard sitting in a corner jingled every time he moved and his head vibrated so violently with the sound that he had to grab his ears to hold steady. Witches and wizards in lime green robes come and go asking questions and jotting down notes like Umbridge.