"But the most pitiful one is Mr. Ron Weasley. This child was poisoned twice in a row, and he almost died from the fall." Mag looked from Romida Vanni, who was led aside by Madam Pomfrey, to Ron, who was lying on the hospital bed.
"You must be proud to have taught such a student, Horace." Dumbledore looked at Professor Slughorn and then back at Hermione. "Miss Granger, you're very smart. You want to get the cow dung stone that can temporarily detoxify the poison."
Slughorn, who was in a daze, was stunned when he heard his name. "Huh? Yes, yes, I'm very proud. "
"Fortunately, it happened at Professor Slughorn's place …" Hermione didn't participate in the discussion between Harry and Jenny about how Ron was poisoned. She just clenched her teeth and looked at her hand that had touched the wine glass with a lingering fear. If this happened at another professor's place, it would be too late.
"We all agree that Miss Granger's actions were very smart. The question is, why did this happen?" Professor Mag asked.
"Yes, why? This wine looks like a gift, Horace. " Dumbledore walked over to Slughorn and took the beautifully packaged wine bottle from his hand. "Do you remember who gave this to you?"
"Actually, I was going to give this to someone." Slughorn's voice was serious with a hint of fear.
"May I ask who you're giving it to?" Dumbledore put the wine to his nose and sniffed at Slughorn's dejected expression. "Also, if this wine isn't poisoned, the liquorice and cherry fragrance is still very tempting."
Snape took the bottle from Dumbledore and sniffed it too.
"For you, Principal." With Slughorn's answer, everyone's eyes turned to Dumbledore. Slughorn looked up to the left and muttered in horror, "I knew something wasn't right … I can't deny the fact that I'm an old man. It's normal for me to have a bad memory. Now that I think about it, the direction of the label seems to be wrong. But I really don't understand. Who would want to harm me or Dumbledore? Maybe he doesn't know me that well. "
Their conversation also caused a discussion between Harry and Jenny, who were next to Ron.
"Who would want to kill Professor Slughorn?"
"Dumbledore thinks that Lord Voldemort wants to pull Slughorn over to his side," Harry whispered to Jenny. "Slughorn had been hiding for a long time before he came to the Hogwarts. And … "He thought of the memory that Dumbledore hadn't gotten from Slughorn." Maybe the Lord Voldemort wants to get rid of him because he thinks he might be valuable to Dumbledore. "
"But Slughorn said he was going to give that bottle of wine to Dumbledore as a gift," Jenny reminded her boyfriend. "So the poisoner could also be targeting Dumbledore."
Harry stole a glance at Snape and found that he also seemed to be very angry. "In my opinion, it's Pan … huh?"
"Hermione …"
Harry and Jenny looked at each other in surprise after glancing at Ron. They then turned their heads at the same time to look at Hermione, who was by the professor's side. They looked a little embarrassed. Ron, who was in a coma, muttered Hermione's name in a mosquito-like voice, but his current girlfriend was Lavender Brown. Fortunately, only Harry and Jenny, who were by his side, heard his murmurs.
The door of the ward was suddenly opened again, and Hagrid strode in with the Weasleys. His hair was dripping with rain, his bearskin coat flapped behind him, and he held a crossbow in his hand. His footprints were as big as a dolphin's on the ground.
The Weasleys hurriedly greeted the professors and walked to the bed. Mrs. Weasley grabbed Harry and hugged him tightly.
"Dumbledore told us that you saved him with a dung stone," she sobbed. "Oh, Harry, what should we say? You saved Jenny … You saved Arthur … and now you saved Ron … "
"No need … I didn't …" Harry was almost out of breath from the squeeze. He blushed and said uneasily, "Actually, it was Hermione who found that dung stone and threw it to me …"
"Yes, and Hermione!" Molly answered and then hurriedly grabbed Hermione.
"That's true. Now that I think about it, it seems that half of our lives were saved by you. At least you were involved …" Mr. Weasley said, his throat a little tight. "I can only say that Ron decided to sit in your carriage on the Hogwarts express. That was a lucky day, Harry."
Harry didn't know how to answer, but Madam Pomfrey hurriedly ran over from the bed next to him to save him. "A bed can't have more than six visitors at the same time!"
"We don't have six people," Jenny pointed out.
"Oh … Right …" Madam Pomfrey seemed to have mistaken the huge Hagrid for several people. In order to cover up her mistake, she quickly used her wand to remove his muddy footprints.
The door of the ward opened again, and Allen walked in from outside the school's infirmary. Harry and Jenny were a little embarrassed to look at him because of Ron's murmurs.
Ahn-Kha, with messy feathers, was squatting on Allen's shoulder, futilely combing his uneven feathers with his sharp beak.
Allen first greeted Dumbledore and the other professors out of courtesy, and then asked, "I heard that a lot of students were drugged and sent to the school hospital, so I came to take a look. What's the situation? Are they okay?"
Professor Mag felt a little embarrassed that it happened in Gryffindor, but she still explained the process to Allen again. After all, Hermione was the one who made it okay.
"What a pity. I was going to take Ron to see his old friends …" Allen shook his head, and then turned to Dumbledore, and said in a serious voice, "Principal Dumbledore, the mysterious people seem to be acting more frequently and recklessly recently. In order to avoid similar incidents, do we need the Ministry of Magic to cooperate and send more Aura to patrol and guard the Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore stared at Allen and seemed to hesitate for a while. In the end, he refused. "Thank you for your suggestion, Professor Harris. But I think it's just a coincidence. Their target is actually me. Hogwarts is a school after all, not the Ministry of Magic. They shouldn't waste too much of the Ministry of Magic's manpower. They still have the whole United Kingdom to protect … "
Slughorn clasped his hands together and lowered his chin slightly. His eyes were fixed on Allen, and his lips moved, but then he closed his mouth tightly.
"If you need anything, you can tell me at any time. You know the Umbrella Corporation can also help …" Dumbledore's refusal didn't affect Allen. He bowed to the professors apologetically and pointed to Hermione, who was being hugged by Molly. "Please forgive me …"
When Molly saw Allen coming over, she finally let go of Hermione tactfully. She greeted Allen and thanked him again before returning to the bed.
Allen walked to Hermione and observed her expression. "Hermione, you look so pale. Have you not gotten rid of the aphrodisiac yet?"
"I'm fine, Allen. I've already taken the antidote. I'm just a little tired," Hermione saw Allen's worried expression and patted Allen's arm to comfort him instead.
"Little Enen!" A voice that seemed to have a thousand turns and a hundred times, so sweet that it gave people goosebumps abruptly sounded in the room. Lavender Brown, who was under the aphrodisiac, finally regained her clarity of mind. She ignored the gazes of the other people present and turned her head to look at Ron Weasley, who was lying on the bed. She passed by the other Weasleys and Harry and pounced on him, shouting in a fuss, "What happened to my Little Enen?! Did he shout that he wanted to see me?! "
Harry and Arthur looked at each other awkwardly. Madam Molly frowned just like her daughter.
Lavender Brown didn't notice the difference in their emotions. Her features seemed to be scrunched together as she shouted in horror, "Little Enen, my little sweetheart, what's wrong with you?!"
"He's been poisoned!" Jenny couldn't stand it any longer, and replied.
Ron, who was lying on the bed, shook his head slightly at this moment. Lavender Brown used her hips to push Jenny away, and held Ron's hand as she exclaimed joyfully, "Did you see that? He sensed that I'm here! "
After saying that, she called out to Ron affectionately, "Don't worry, Little Enen. I'm here. I'm here." She placed Ron's hand on her face.
The little drama here also attracted the attention of the professors at the side. Professor Mag pursed his lips tightly, hesitating whether he should stop this greasy behavior in front of him.
"Oh, the taste of love. It's always so moving. It's so good to be young. You can smile and express your love as much as you want," Dumbledore praised with his hands clasped in front of him.
Professor Snape looked at them in discomfort as if he had swallowed a head of garlic raw.
"Alright, let's go, everyone," Dumbledore called out. "Mr. Weasley is being taken care of now."
After saying that, Dumbledore led the way out. The students who had taken the antidote to the aphrodisiac also left one after another. They didn't need to stay in the hospital for observation.
Only Lavender Brown held Ron's hand and stayed by the bed with a blissful expression, as if it was her greatest pride and honor to be able to do something for Ron and take care of Ron personally. After she had fully expressed her feelings, she realized that the other Weasley members who stayed behind were greeting them as if they were old friends.
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