A friendly day at Hogwarts

The Christmas holidays are coming in a flash.

Under normal circumstances, Harry would obviously prefer to stay at Hogwarts, but this year because of Umbridge, almost all students chose to go home for the holidays.

In order not to stay and meet those Slytherin lickers, everyone decided to return to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters in Diagon Alley after discussion.

I don't know if it was because of the incident that happened in the Room of Requirement that night, but Glenn hesitated for a long time and finally extended an invitation to Morgana.

Morgana readily agreed, but was slightly surprised.

It was still the familiar red steam train, but the scene outside the window was completely different from before.

When they took the Hogwarts Express before, it was mostly early autumn, and the road was full of green. But now it has been replaced by the plains and mountains covered in silver, which is equally refreshing.

When everyone lined up through the partition wall and arrived outside the platform, Sirius was already waiting there.

"The train is still on time as always, isn't it?" He leaned against the wall, holding a toothpick from nowhere in his mouth, and said with a smile like a 40-year-old delinquent high school student.

He seems to be in a happy mood, which is completely opposite to the decadent image of being locked up at home in the original book.

"Don't talk so loud, Padfoot!" scolded the weathered Mad-Eye, "Do you want the Muggles to notice such a large group of people coming out of the wall?"

Sirius shrank his neck like a living creature and made a face behind his back.

"Have you forgotten that I have a 360-degree view?" Moody snorted and led everyone outside the station.

Due to Fudge's recent tough attitude and so-called "system reforms", Lockhart's life at the Ministry of Magic has become increasingly difficult, to the point where he can't even pick up a car from the Ministry.

Fortunately, it was not far from Charing Cross Street. They took separate Muggle taxis, and each car had a member of the Order of the Phoenix as a guard.

There was no mistake in being careful. Although there were no disturbances along the way, in view of the current situation, no one questioned Mad-Eye's safety arrangements.

"I was just thinking, it's almost time for you to arrive!"

When everyone returned to St. Martin's Lane, Mrs. Weasley was standing at the door with a big smile, happily welcoming them in.

"I'm preparing dinner. Go wash your hands and change your clothes. You will be surprised by today's dishes!"

She was right. In addition to her specialty dishes, there were several delicacies on the table that were clearly from China.

"Try it!" She held her hands and nuzzled at the sweet and sour pork on the table, with an expectant look on her face.

"Ever since you returned to Hogwarts," Mr. Weasley whispered, "Molly has been learning Chinese cuisine from Charles. Now I can no longer eat the fish and chips I used to have..."

Everyone who tasted it for the first time was full of praise.

"Thankfully, what you are eating is an improved version." Sirius said, "I don't deny that Molly is very good at cooking, but you may not imagine that she had such trouble when she first cooked these dishes. How unpalatable it is, even that Kreacher one..."

Seeing Mrs. Weasley's almost murderous gaze, he quickly shut his mouth and made a zipper movement.

"By the way..." Harry seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "How is Tonks?"

"Don't worry." Sirius patted his shoulder, "Thanks to your news, our people arrived in time and sent her to St. Mungo's. Calculating the time, she should be discharged from the hospital before Christmas."

"It could have been earlier." Mrs. Weasley said, glaring at her husband fiercely, "if Arthur and the intern boy hadn't suggested that the Messick healer try something called 'stitching' As for Muggle methods..."

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but interjected: "It's "sutures", Molly... To be honest, we all agreed that there was probably something in the snake venom that melted those threads..."

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You still say? Mrs. Weasley looked at him dissatisfied, "Poor Tonks should be enjoying dinner with us now, but it's all because of you that she had to stay in that cold ward for two more weeks. If it were different Being Ted and Andromeda, I will never trust a word of your words again in my life, Arthur!"

Hearing the name "Arthur", Morgana, who was still lowering her head to eat, raised her head cutely. It wasn't until she saw Mr. Weasley who was submissive and being scolded that she suddenly realized that she lowered her head again and looked at the two chopsticks in her hand. fight.

Seeing her clumsy yet cute movements, Glenn couldn't help but smile a little.

"Actually, for most wounds, 'stitches' are still very effective. "Qiu Zhong said with conviction, "But for magic wounds, the threads used need to be treated with special methods first. The trainee therapist probably has little experience in this area..."

Her words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"I knew it!" Mr. Weasley seemed to have found a savior, and soon showed a puzzled expression, "Strange... Qiu, how can you know so much about this... You seem to be from a wizarding family, and Not even an adult yet..."

"Don't underestimate Qiu, Mr. Weasley." Glenn said with a smile, "If nothing happens, she will definitely become the next dean of St. Mungo's within ten years!"

"What are you talking about?!" Qiu blushed immediately, slapped him hard on the shoulder, said coquettishly, and quickly explained, "It's all thanks to the family's medical book, which records some details. The knowledge combined with Muggle healing techniques is very practical."

"It seems that you gained a lot from your previous trip back to China." Mad-Eye said with a thoughtful expression, "I heard Dumbledore say this."

Mr. Weasley sighed: "What a pity. If we had known about this earlier, Tonks might have been injured..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Weasley interrupted without any shame: "Even if I had known earlier, it wouldn't be your turn to dictate this matter. Arthur, professional matters should be left to professionals." Do it, don’t you understand such a simple truth?”

She soon realized that her attitude seemed a bit too aggressive, and turned to Qiu, smiling softly and said: "Of course, Qiu, I know you must be very talented in this area, just like Glenn said, I believe you will soon Can become a famous senior therapist!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Qiu said modestly, "Don't listen to Glenn's nonsense. I still have a lot to learn..."