All things are three at Hogwarts

Chapter 537 Little Sweet Bear (modified, sincere thanks to the leader Huangtian 365)

In Umbridge's office at Hogwarts, Emily Harris stood in front of several vases filled with dried flowers, tilting her head and looking at the decorative plates hanging on the opposite wall. Each plate had a brightly colored flower. big cats, each wearing a different bow around his neck.

"Our professor's aesthetics is very...um...unique." Pansy crossed her arms and came to Emily's side, followed Emily's gaze, and rarely expressed her opinion tactfully.

"That black cat is still very cute." Emily pointed to a plate hanging on the edge. The black cat raised its ears and stared at everyone who looked at it with its glowing green eyes. people.

Pansy took one look and turned away. Compared with this cat, at least the cats with bows in front could be called cute.

Emily sat quietly on the chair under the cat, observing that the wizards who had entered the room were all purebloods, many of them were members of the training class, and their families were quite wealthy.

"Good evening." Umbridge's voice was so sweet that she said, "Everyone, please find a place to sit down first."

She walked to Emily's side and lovingly touched Emily's hair sitting on the chair. Rarely, she couldn't help but have the thought of teasing the sweet-looking little girl in front of her, "If I give you a basket What would you give me for a hug?”

"A basket of kisses." Emily gave Umbridge a sweet, perfect smile, and her crescent-shaped eyes made her eyelashes look particularly long.

"Oh, my dear little sweet bear." Umbridge looked like she was about to rush over and give Emily, who still had some baby fat, a big hug. Fortunately, she restrained herself and winked at Emily, Walking behind her desk, there was a thick, strong iron bolt nailed to the wall behind the desk. Harry's Firebolt was tied to the iron bolt with an iron chain and locked.

Pansy, who was beside Emily, noticed that Emily's black calfskin boots hidden under her magic robe were tapping the ground constantly, looking a little impatient.

"Welcome, the best little wizards of Hogwarts," Umbridge raised her head, raised her hands as if to hug them, and then poured a glass for each little wizard with her own hands. Just like herself, the black tea was too sweet, "After the Christmas vacation, we will form an investigation team, and you are the students I personally selected. You all support the Ministry of Magic. If you are willing, please accept my invitation." I very much look forward to having you join us as part of the investigative operations team.”

Umbridge was satisfied to see everyone's eyes focused on her. She enjoyed the feeling of being noticed and valued. Although these people in front of her were just young wizards who had not graduated, but behind them The power and wealth they represent cannot be ignored by anyone, and their future is bound to be infinitely bright.

"If you join the investigation action team, you will have the same power as the professors. You can requisition Quidditch fields and functional classrooms at will. In order to correct the school spirit and discipline, you can also deduct the scores of other students." Following Wu When Mmbridge finished speaking, even the little heads of Crabbe and Goyle, who were eating the refreshments prepared by Umbridge, realized the benefits of participating. Each member would have the power of a prefect.

After coming out of Umbridge's office, Pansy deliberately spoke to Gore Crabbe next to her, but actually she wanted to convey her loyalty to the Harrises through Emily's mouth: "Umbridge deliberately bypassed Miss Granger, the manager of the training class left by Allen, seems to be very concerned about Miss Granger's attitude in the last Professor Lupin incident, but it is really naive to think that giving a flesh and bones with such power , our training class members will be at odds because of this."

Emily obviously didn't take Pansy's words to heart because of her age. She turned to Goyle and Crabbe behind her and said, "She put too much sugar in the tea she brewed. By the way, do you know the tea itself?" Was it discovered by accident?"

Gower was a little embarrassed when asked: "I don't know, there are too many things I don't know."

"In ancient times, when someone was boiling water in his garden, a leaf from the tea tree happened to fall into the pot." The petite Emily raised her head and looked at the big Gower and explained to him in a friendly tone.

Crabbe on the side looked a little surprised: "Does tea come from trees?"

Emily raised a little eyebrow in confusion: "Where did you think it came from?"

Crabbe also looked down at Emily in confusion: "Grocery store?"

Christmas is coming, and the waiting room of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies is in a festive atmosphere: the bright crystal bubbles turn into red and gold, twinkling like giant Christmas balls. Holly hung on every door, and a Christmas tree, magically covered with snow and ice, shone in every corner of the house, with a twinkling gold star on its top.

Arthur Weasley was leaning on the bed, with the leftover turkey meal on his lap and a sheep-like expression on his face. Mrs. Weasley glanced at him as she put the plates away and suddenly let out a horrible sound that was somewhere between a scream and a growl.

"Arthur!" She tore off Mr. Arthur Weasley's hospital gown, revealing the wound that was stitched like a centipede, and the sound she made was as sharp as the sound of a mousetrap, "This What is it, where is your bandage?”

"Huh?" Mr. Weasley seemed to be scared and pulled the sheets up to his chest, "Hey, don't be angry, Molly. Augustus Pye told me that this treatment method is called sutures. Molly, it's Muggle Combined with the medical methods of wizards”

"Muggles?" Mrs. Weasley said louder and louder, "Are you using Muggle remedies?"

"It's not nonsense, Molly, dear," Mr. Weasley said imploringly, "It's just that Pye and I wanted to try this new cure at St. Mungo's."

Mrs. Weasley sneered and said, "But, Arthur, you are not that stupid to use Muggles."

"Madam, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Our suture therapy was developed by Umbrella Company. It was experimentally developed based on a combination of Muggle and wizard medical methods. The sutures will disappear naturally when the wound is healed. At least it is much better than traditional treatment in healing snake venom wounds." A handsome young man with brown curly hair who still looked very young said to Mrs. Weasley.

"Mom, does Percy still refuse to come at this time?" Ron asked. Mrs. Weasley, who was still watching her husband suture the wound, suddenly shed tears. She turned her head and wiped herself. He burst into tears and choked with sobs, "He won't come back for the holidays."

"I'm sorry, madam, please give way. After I check the wound, you can leave the hospital." Augustus Pye felt that it would be better to complete his work as soon as possible.

After the examination, the twin brothers helped Arthur Weasley out of the hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley quickly packed their belongings. On the way downstairs, they encountered a witch with a walnut stuffed in her left nostril.

"You can see all kinds of strange injuries at St. Mungo's." George shrugged. "Women with hairy faces, sallow-looking men with sad faces talking to themselves."

Ginny felt a little uncomfortable listening to the twins describe their adventures in the hospital, where she also saw many strange patients.

"Mom, we also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandmother." After speaking, seeing Mrs. Weasley's disapproving look, George quickly changed the subject, "I also saw a patient with flower pox. The skin on his face looks a bit like Ron's, both very unflattering."

"Who do you think is not attractive? I just have freckles on my face!" Ron's ears turned red.