days at Hogwarts

Chapter 435 You’re welcome (page 12)

The sun has not yet appeared, but there is already some light in the distant sky, and the dark blue sky is gradually fading.

The path leading to the swamp clearing outside the stone house was damp and narrow, and the scrawled lanterns lit up with bits of orange light. I didn't meet any pedestrians along the way, but when I walked to the place where the door keys were stored, there were suddenly more people.

Molly took the children to join the team. Arthur thought for a while and went to the side to maintain order with Basil.

"What happened last night?"

"The matter has not yet been clarified. An announcement will be made after the investigation is complete."

"That python is the basilisk, right?"

"I am not sure as well."

"Who conjured that mark?"

"Not sure yet."

"Arthur... could he be... that person?"

Arthur waved his hand: "Of course it's not him. We don't know who it is. It seems that he has disapparated... Please queue up to receive the door key. Like you, I just want to go home and have a good sleep."

Hearing the exchange not far away, Loren looked at Percy who was standing obediently behind Molly and asked curiously: "Percy, why don't you maintain order?"

Hearing this, Hermione and others around them also looked over curiously. In the past, Percy was most interested in this kind of thing.

Percy was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I was thinking about what happened last night..."

"He bumped his nose last night, got a bit of wind and caught a cold, and now he's sore all over." Molly bluntly said, but couldn't help but feel sorry for this most well-behaved son, "I'll take out the cold medicine when I get home. I’ll make a pot for you.”

George and Fred immediately looked at Percy with pity. The medicine at home was given by their mother at home. It was unclear whether it would cure the disease, but it was definitely very unpleasant to drink.

Percy also knew this, and glanced at his old mother with a resentful look: "I was really thinking about what happened last night... There was a safety issue at the World Cup, and the ministry may provide some compensation."

The Weasley child's eyes lit up, and Hermione looked at him suspiciously: "There are a hundred thousand wizards in the camp, and there are tens of thousands of tents. Can magic afford to pay for it?"

"The ministry has raised a lot of money recently, and..." Percy paused, "The financial losses from being burned may not be compensated, but mom you were attacked, and if Mr. Crouch doesn't object, compensation should be no problem."

Molly's face softened a little and she snorted: "This won't make me change my opinion of Crouch."

In the end, they finally got an old tire before the sun rose, and relied on it to return to Stoat Mountain. In the dim light of dawn, they passed through the village of Ottery St. Catchpole and walked along the wet huts towards the Burrow. Go.

Everyone said little along the way and just wanted to go home quickly and have breakfast.

……

In the early morning, the city of London has been awakened by the noisy whistle, and the smell of coffee and breakfast sandwiches is wafting on the road.

"Taotao Department Store."

Dumbledore looked at the sign on the red brick store with great interest, and in his mind used a Scrabble game to reorganize it into "Dad's foot was bitten by a snake". This secret little thought hides an unknown interest. .

"I want to write this matter into my travel diary after retirement..." Dumbledore thought silently.

Suddenly, he squinted his eyes and looked at the sign carefully... Although the name was still the same as before, the style was even more outdated. It should be that St. Mungo's Hospital had received another donation from the Malfoy family not long ago, so there was enough funds to replace the sign.

Well... I had enough funds, so I replaced the sign with a more worn one.

Dumbledore nodded to the ugly doll in the window and smiled: "Good morning, I'm visiting the patient who was sent last night."

Silent magic fluctuations covered the window glass, and Dumbledore stepped through the glass and came to the crowded waiting room of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

"Dumbledore, you are finally here!"

A middle-aged wizard came up to him immediately. He had dark brown hair and thick eyebrows mixed with strands of gray, and a pair of sharp eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses.

He was a bit lame, but he walked with a graceful stride that made people immediately feel that he was a sharp and tough guy.

Dumbledore turned his head with a smile: "Sorry, Rufus, there are a lot of things going on at Hogwarts as the term begins."

Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, spent most of his time fighting against Dark Wizards after joining the job. Only a few people in the entire Ministry of Magic believed Dumbledore's warning about the return of the Dark Lord. Firth is one of them.

He is a man who hates evil as much as he hates it and is resolute in his actions... although he always disagrees with Dumbledore.

Rufus said hello and walked up the stairs. Next to the cross sign of St. Mungo's bones and wands on the wall, there was a road sign with "Second Floor - Biological Injury Department" engraved on it.

Dumbledore walked up with him, smiling and nodding to the magical portrait of Dilys de Winter and saying hello.

Going up the steps, Dumbledore asked softly: "Is there anything you can tell me now, Rufus?"

"I don't think you know any less than me..." Rufus frowned, but still explained, "There was a riot at the Quidditch World Cup last night, and a group of Veela and wizards launched an attack..."

"..."

Listening to Rufus recounting everything that happened last night, Dumbledore had a strange expression on his face, especially when he heard that a basilisk with gray scales petrified a hundred Veela and three or four hundred wizards participating in the parade. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"The petrified people have been moved to the Biological Injury Department on the second floor. Therapist Hibbert Smethyk has repeatedly confirmed that it is indeed the influence of the basilisk." Rufus paused, "One thing is very special Strangely, no one was fatally injured."

Dumbledore's lips curled up: "Perhaps, this is a kind-hearted basilisk."

"..."

Seeing the smile on the old wizard's face, Rufus was silent for a moment: "We have contacted the MACUSA and confirmed that this basilisk is the same basilisk that appeared in New York. From New York to Devon, the basilisk There must be a mysterious wizard hiding behind it, and we will summon Newt Scamander later. Many people in the ministry suspect that the Basilisk was ordered by him."

Dumbledore: ...

He had a hunch that Newt might be blamed for more than just this in the future.

There were not many steps, and the two of them soon arrived at the closed ward on the second floor. Hundreds of beds were neatly arranged. Even though Rufus witnessed the execution of the Traceless Stretch Curse with his own eyes, he was still a little shocked for a moment.

"If it's just petrified, the treatment is very simple. It's just that procuring mandrake might be a little more troublesome." Dumbledore looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, "So, do you have any plans to come to me?"

"I want you to check these Veela. There are traces of the Imperius Curse on them, but the magic of the basilisk interfered with our exploration."

"Is that just that?" Dumbledore stopped and turned around, with a pair of bottomless blue eyes, "I thought you cared more about the Dark Mark, Rufus."

……

On the dining table of the Burrow, the crisp sound of knives and forks clashing with dishes kept ringing, and the steaming breakfast had a pleasant smell wafting around it.