Hank was invited by Snape to take Harry to see a doctor.
As for Charles, Harry was stunned for a moment before he reacted. A few days ago, he said that he was going to visit Snape. Harry let the two of them in and asked Lupin to call Snape out.
Charles sat down with a smile.
He asked Harry about his condition. Harry pointed to his throat with a bitter face.
He said in a hoarse voice, "I can't speak …" Charles didn't seem to expect the boy's condition to be so serious. He was shocked when he heard that.
Hank also went forward to check on Harry's condition.
At this time, Snape had already come out of the study.
Seeing that Charles was also there, he didn't show any surprise. He just nodded casually.
Charles took the initiative to explain, "When you called,
I was discussing with Hank about the school's Christmas party.
I thought about how inconvenient it would be for you when Harry was sick.
So I came to see if there was anything I could help with. "
Harry, who had started to take his temperature again, suddenly remembered a very awkward thing. If he wasn't at home, Snape wouldn't even be able to go to the toilet …
Snape nodded slightly, "Sorry to trouble you." In fact, he still respected Charles Xavier.
Especially after learning about the latter's story of protecting hundreds of mutant students with his own strength despite being disabled.
But this respect was for the bald professor in the wheelchair, who looked gentle.
Not the young principal in front of him with an abandoned wife's haircut and a flowery shirt. Of course, Charles was still the philanthropic Charles.
It was just that the person in the wheelchair had changed, so had his mentality.
Five minutes later,
Harry's temperature was measured.
It did not rise.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but his tonsils seemed to have worsened. After some discussion, they decided to let Charles take Harry to see a doctor, while Hank stayed behind to help. Harry had no objections. He got up and changed his clothes, then obediently followed Charles out. However, Lupin kept following Harry, as if he wanted to follow.
Harry turned around and pressed his palm against Lupin's forehead. "Remus!" He did not mind taking Lupin out, but there were too many people in the hospital, and he was afraid that other patients or their family members would mind.
Lupin naturally understood. After rubbing his head against Harry, he returned to the house dejectedly.
Charles looked at their interaction with interest and asked casually, "This big dog is called Remus? Why did I hear Teacher Snape call it Lupin? "
Harry opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "His name is Remus Lupin."
Charles opened the car door, then paused, looked back at Harry and asked, "… Your dog's name is Remus Lupin?"
"… Yes." Then Harry pretended to cough, bent down, and got into the car.
After arriving at the hospital, Harry found that Charles's phone call in the car was actually to make an appointment for him. Harry, who rarely came into contact with Muggle doctors, did not expect this. He was very grateful for the moment, but when he saw the doctor's face clearly, Harry was embarrassed.
"Hey, old man!" Charles was obviously very familiar with Dr. Mccoy. He turned to Harry and explained, "This is an old friend of mine, Leonard Mccoy. He happens to be an internist."
It was not the first time that Mccoy had seen Charles bring a child to see a doctor. He asked, "What's the situation?"
When Mccoy was examining Harry, Harry was always worried that he would take out a huge syringe or something from under his white coat. In the end, Mccoy just checked his tonsils and sat back in disgust. "It's suppurated."
Harry lowered his head and coughed, looking for the trash can. Charles asked, "Do you want to cut it?"
"I can't cut it. It's not easy to do it." Mccoy looked very disappointed, as if they were not talking about Harry's tonsils, but the green sprouts on potatoes.
In the end, Mccoy prescribed a bunch of pills for Harry and called a beautiful nurse over to take Harry for an infusion. "Finish these bottles of infusion first, and come back tomorrow depending on the situation."
So in the end, the needle was inserted, but it was not Mccoy who did it, but a gentle nurse. Harry pinched his nose and endured it, because Dr. Mccoy's office was full of the smell of alcohol. Although it could be understood as the smell of alcohol disinfectant, the image of him with a bottle of vodka in his left hand and a bottle of Erguotou in his right hand had left a deep impression on Harry. Such a person did not even dare to stand in the urinal next to him, let alone inject needles into his blood vessels.
Mccoy prescribed a lot of medicine. The nurse took Harry to the ward next door, inserted needles into the back of his hand, and put a tape on it. Then she said gently, "You may have to stay here until night. Lie down and have a rest first." Harry nodded and then climbed onto the bed. The nurse put away the tray and left.
Soon, Charles came in with two cups of slightly steaming water in his hands. "Quickly calculate how many pills you need to take."
It turned out that he just left to find hot water. Harry was once again moved by Charles' thoughtfulness. From the moment he walked into the hospital until now, Charles had almost arranged everything for him. Harry only needed to follow the adults obediently.
After swallowing a handful of medicine, Harry leaned on the bed and coughed out tears. It took him a long time to catch his breath. Only then did he know why Charles brought in two cups of water — half of the water in the first cup had been coughed out by him as a sacrifice to the trash can.
Harry held the second cup of water and drank slowly. Charles sat down on the chair next to him and smiled without saying anything. Harry felt that he should thank this warm-hearted principal, but he didn't know what to say. Secondly, he really didn't know what to say. For a moment, he just held the cup in a daze.
In the end, it was Charles who spoke first. "Harry, there's something I should have told Professor Snape just now, but I forgot. But it's the same to tell you, so I'll tell you first."
Harry nodded to show that he understood. Charles then said, "… Since Professor Snape is not used to being taken care of by others, and Harry, you have to study at the same time, it must be somewhat inconvenient for you. I've thought about it. If you're willing to move to the town, I happen to have a few vacant houses … "
The more Harry listened, the more surprised he became. Charles was going to lend them a house? Although Principal Xavier was a very good person and had taken care of Harry a lot when they were at Marvel Academy, it was also because of Dumbledore. But now …?
After pondering for a moment, Harry opened his mouth. "Principal … Ahem … It's not necessary … Ahem …"
Charles patted Harry on the back and smiled. "You see, it's inconvenient for you to move to a place like today. Hmm, let me think. It's convenient for you to go to school and it's quiet. Hmm, there seems to be a good house on Seventh Street … "Charles listed several locations in a row, but found that Harry really had no choice. He smiled and said," No hurry. Wait for me to bring a map and photos. You can choose a place with all the furniture. You can just pack your bags and move in. "Then, he described the advantages of moving to the town in detail.
To be honest, if they could move to the town, Harry would definitely be happy. But Charles' excessive enthusiasm made him nervous. At the same time, he was a little expectant. Could it be that Charles did not lose his memory?
As he thought about it, Harry heard Charles say, "… Speaking of which, Harry, there's something I've always wanted to ask Professor Snape, but I haven't found the chance."
Looking up, Harry saw Charles' beautiful blue eyes full of doubts. "Is he of British descent? I mean, his accent is a very pure British accent! "
It was not just Snape. In fact, Harry, Ron, and Percy's accents had not changed, but their school records and other information showed that they were native Grimm Town people. This made Charles very confused, but some things could not be solved without reading a few fantasy novels. At this time, Harry could not even explain it to him, so he could only continue to be confused for the time being.
Charles had school affairs to deal with in the afternoon, so he left after two o 'clock. Harry lay on the hospital bed and closed his eyes to rest. While resting, he fell asleep. Halfway through, the nurse came in to change his IV drip twice, but he did not wake up. He kept dreaming. He dreamed about the snow in Godric Valley, about playing Quidditch with the Weisles brothers above the Shack, and about a girl with waist-length red hair walking into the sea with her back to him. Harry was burning with anxiety and wanted to chase after her, but he was knocked over by a big wave and woke up in the sea.
To be precise, he woke up because he could not hold it in. He had basically eaten two meals a day, and a few liters of IV drip had been injected into his body. No matter how good his kidneys were, he could not hold it in any longer. He looked up and saw that the bottle of IV drip was almost empty. Harry planned to let the nurse come in to remove the needle after the bottle of IV drip was finished, and then go to the toilet.
But when he had something on his mind, the drip of IV drip was so slow that it was as if it was still. Harry had to look around to distract himself. The decoration of the ward was very simple. It was white as far as the eye could see, and there were no spots on the walls. Fortunately, Harry's bed was by the window, and he could see the small garden of the hospital. There were many old ladies and grandpas pushing wheelchairs out to bask in the sun, and there were also patients strolling around with their IV drips.
Maybe I can go out for a walk? Harry had just thought of this when he saw a head of red hair. He immediately sat up in shock.
But the red hair flashed past, and Harry did not even see the person's face clearly. He only saw a shadow wrapped in a hospital gown. But the red hair was exactly the same as the person in his dream, and it was enough to make Harry jump out of bed.
He reached out to remove the needle and stepped on his shoes. Harry first went to the window to take a look. He did not see the red hair, so he turned around and rushed out of the ward. This was the first floor. He quickly rushed to the garden and grabbed a middle-aged man who was strolling around with his IV drip. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you see … cough cough … cough cough …"
The middle-aged man was startled and stepped back. When Harry coughed out the leaves in his lungs and raised his head, the man was already gone. He could only turn his head and ask an old lady who was resting on a bench, "Did you see … cough cough … a … cough cough … a little girl with red hair?"
The old lady looked at Harry with a mysterious smile on her face.
Harry had to ask again. The old lady continued to smile like Mona Lisa. Harry could tell from the old lady's calmness that she was a patient with Alzheimer's disease …
"Hey, kid, why did you come out on your own?"
Harry turned around and saw Mr. Mccoy coming out with a cup of coffee. "Also, with that voice of yours, you can't chat now."
I'm not chatting. Harry was already a little anxious, but he suddenly remembered that the man was wearing a hospital gown and that the man in front of him was a doctor. He immediately gestured and repeated the question.
"Red hair? Little girl? "Mccoy frowned." You're already like this, kid, and you're still thinking about picking up girls? "
Harry was almost desperate.
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