In Umrich's office in Hogwarts, Emily Harris stood in front of a few vases filled with dried flowers. She tilted her head and looked at the decorative plates hanging on the opposite wall. On each plate was a big, colorful cat, each with a different bow on its neck.
"Our professor's taste is very … um … unique." Pency came to Emily's side with her arms crossed. She followed Emily's gaze and expressed her opinion tactfully.
"That black cat is very cute." Emily pointed to a plate hanging on the edge. The black cat pricked up its ears and stared at everyone who looked at it with its glowing green eyes.
Pan Xi glanced at it and turned his face away. Compared to this cat, at least the cats with bows in front of him were cute.
Emily sat quietly on the chair under the cat and observed the wizards who had entered the room. They were all pure-blooded, and many of them were members of the training class. Their families were quite rich.
"Good evening." Umrich's voice was sweet. "Let's find a place to sit down."
She walked to Emily's side and lovingly stroked the hair of Emily, who was sitting on the chair. She could not help but want to tease the sweet-looking little girl in front of her. "If I give you a basket of hugs, what will you give me?"
"A basket of kisses." Emily gave Umrich a sweet and perfect smile. Her crescent-shaped eyes made her eyelashes look especially long.
"Oh, my dear little sweet bear." Umrich looked like she wanted to give Emily, who still had some baby fat, a big hug. Fortunately, she restrained herself and winked at Emily. She walked to the back of her desk. There was a thick, strong iron bolt nailed to the wall behind the desk. Harry's crossbow was chained to the iron bolt and locked.
Pency, who was beside Emily, noticed that Emily's black calfskin boots, which were hidden under her magic robe, kept tapping the ground. She seemed a little impatient.
"Welcome, the best little wizards of Hogwarts." Umrich looked up and raised her hands as if she wanted to hug them. She then poured a cup of black tea for each of the little wizards, which was as sweet as her own. "After the Christmas holiday, we will form an investigation team. You are the students I've personally handpicked. You all support the Ministry of Magic. If you're willing, please accept my invitation to become a member of the investigation team. I look forward to your joining."
Umrich was satisfied to see that everyone's eyes were focused on her. She enjoyed the feeling of being noticed and valued. Although these people in front of her were just little wizards who had not graduated, the power and wealth behind them could not be ignored. Their future was bound to be infinitely bright.
"If you join the investigation team, you will have the same power as the professors. You can use things like the Quidditch Stadium and the functional classroom at will. In order to maintain the school's discipline, you can also deduct the points of other students." As Umrich's voice trailed off, even Krab and Goll, who were eating the tea prepared by Umrich, realized the benefits of joining — each member would have the power of a head.
After coming out of Umrich's office, Pency deliberately spoke to Goll and Krab, but in fact, he wanted to convey his loyalty to Harris through Emily. "Umrich deliberately avoided Miss Granger, the manager of the training class left behind by Allen. It seems that Miss Granger's attitude during the incident with Professor Lupin made her very concerned. But she's really naive to think that by giving her this little power, the members of the training class will not get along well."
Emily obviously did not take Pency's words to heart because of her age. She turned to Goll and Krab behind her and said, "She put too much sugar in the tea. By the way, do you know that the tea itself was discovered by accident?"
Goll was a little embarrassed by the question. "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 looked up at the big Goll and explained in a friendly tone.
Krab was a little surprised. "The tea came from the tree?"
Emily raised one of her small eyebrows in confusion. "Where did you think it came from?"
Krab also looked down at Emily in confusion. "The grocery store?"
It was almost Christmas, and the waiting room of the St. Mungo's Magical Hospital was full of a festive atmosphere. The bright crystal bubbles had turned red and gold, like giant Christmas balls, twinkling. Holly hung at every door, and a magical Christmas tree covered with snow and ice shone in every corner, with a twinkling gold star on the top of the tree.
? Arthur Weasley leaned on the bed with the leftover turkey set on his lap, his face as docile as a sheep. Mrs. Weasley looked at him as she put away the plate, and suddenly let out a terrible sound between a scream and a roar.
"Arthur!" She tore open Mr. Arthur Weasley's hospital gown, revealing the wound that had been stitched up like a centipede. Her voice was as sharp as a mouse trap. "What is this, where are your bandages?"
??? "Ah?" Mr. Weasley seemed frightened, and pulled the sheet up to his chest. "Oh — don't be angry, Molly. Augustus Pye told me this treatment is called suture, Molly. It's a combination of Muggle and wizardry."
"Muggle?" Mrs. Weasley said each word louder than the last. "You're using Muggle treatment?"
??? "Not blindly, Molly, my dear," Mr. Weasley said pleadingly. "It's just — it's just that Pye and I want to try this new treatment at St. Mungo's."
Mrs. Weasley laughed coldly. "But, Arthur, you're not so stupid as to use Muggle —"
"Madam, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Our suture therapy was developed by the Umbrella Corporation. It's an experiment that combines the medical methods of Muggles and Magi. Once the wound heals, the sutures will naturally disappear. At the very least, it's much more effective than traditional treatment when it comes to healing snake venom wounds." A handsome young man with a rather tender appearance and curly brown hair told Mrs. Weasley.
"Mother, Percy still won't come at a time like this?" Ron asked. Mrs. Weasley, who was still watching her husband's wound being stitched up, suddenly burst into tears. She turned her head away, wiped her tears, and choked out, "He's not coming back for the holidays."
"I'm sorry, madam. Please excuse me. After I examine the wound, you can leave the hospital." Augustus Pye felt that it was better to finish his work as soon as possible.
After the examination, the twins helped Arthur Weasley out of the hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley quickly packed up their belongings. On the way downstairs, they bumped into 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 complexions, men who talk to themselves with a frown."
??? Jenny was a little uncomfortable as she listened to the twins describe their adventure at the hospital. She had also seen many strange patients.
"Mother, we also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandmother." Then, seeing Mrs. Weasley's disapproving gaze, George quickly changed the subject. "I also saw a patient with acne. The skin on his face looked a little like Ron's. They're both very ugly."
"Who are you calling ugly? I only have freckles on my face! "Ron's ears were red.
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