Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

This Christmas was probably the quietest Christmas Sule had ever had. There were no gifts like a mountain, only a pure white ward and a quiet Hermione reading a book by the bedside.

In order to play the role of a good patient, Su Er could only stay bored in the ward, listening to the weird laughter coming from outside and another voice that often sounded, coaxing children.

This is the best way for Risul to pass his time these days besides reading.

Conversations like Next Door happen several times a day.

By the way, living next door to Soul is the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a victim of the curse of position, although he is indeed seeking death himself...

Just as Soul was listening to the therapist next door coaxing Lockhart, who had climbed onto the bed frame and pretended to be a monkey, with candies, his door was opened, and an old woman with fluffy blond hair and a kind face walked out. Come in.

When Suer saw what was on the old woman's tray, he lamented and wanted to drink medicine again.

Hermione, who was reading, raised her head and put her fingers behind her ears.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

The medical doctor who came in was the person in charge of the long-term single ward in Sur. According to St. Mungo's hospital regulations, once the therapist of a long-term ward is confirmed, he will not be replaced easily.

Moreover, unlike Muggle hospitals, no one other than the responsible therapist and visitors will come in during this period, let alone the director's ward rounds, unless the patient in charge of the therapist improves or deteriorates. .

However, under Dumbledore's arrangement, the original person responsible was 'okay', and the best candidate to replace her was Tonks, who had the natural ability to disguise herself as an Animagus.

"Good afternoon, little Hermione." The old woman showed a kind look.

"Is there any good news? Tonks." Soul rolled his eyes secretly and turned over lazily on the bed. His body was stiff after sleeping for three days, but he couldn't leave the ward yet.

"Dumbledore hopes that you can play the role of a patient well. You should close your eyes at this time." Hermione said seriously,

"A patient who cannot speak cannot make a sound. Be careful that the therapist next door hears you!"

"Oh, I've been acting for three days." Su Er cocooned on the bed like a caterpillar and muttered, "Obviously I can jump..."

"Maybe you can leave here tomorrow." Tonks, who had a kind face, put the tray in her hand on the bedside table with a smile.

"You've said the same thing three times."

"I promise it's true this time. Dumbledore asked me to inform you that at eight o'clock tonight, Alastor will come over with something to replace you. Maybe you can make it in time for the Christmas dinner?" Tonks said with a smile,

"I hope you didn't lie to me this time." Su Er muttered and picked up the red potion in a transparent glass bottle on the tray.

"I've had enough sleep."

Although he complained, Sur still honestly unplugged the stopper from the potion bottle, took a deep breath, and poured the bitter red liquid into his mouth.

This is the Living Hell Decoction, also known as the Water of Life and Death. It is a very powerful sleeping pill. If you want to wake up midway, you must take the corresponding sobriety potion or wait for the effect to end.

However, this is a potion made by Snape. Of course, it is not as simple as an ordinary sleeping potion. It will put the body in a state of life and death, no different from that of a dying person, and more advanced. Make its effects match its name.

But after strengthening, the powerful life and death water also has a drawback.

The wizard who takes it must wake up by taking the corresponding strengthened sobriety potion within the specified time period of the day, otherwise he will truly fall into death. In other words, it is no different from poison to a certain extent.

As the Adam's apple rises, the cold liquid flows down the esophagus, where it is absorbed by the densely packed blood vessels.

It's like a nurse injecting anesthetic into your veins in the operating room.

Sur's body gradually became numb, and within a few blinks of an eye, he had lost consciousness, and his soul was wrapped in heavy sleep.

In a daze, he seemed to hear movement in the room, the messy footsteps of many people, knocks on the door, and faint voices---

"Is this where Soul is?" This was Harry's voice.

……

At night, at eight o'clock sharp, outside the window of Taotao Co., Ltd., three men in black robes, whose appearance was unclear, quietly appeared in the alley next to them. The three men were mainly the middle man.

"Are we really going to do this?" One of the men said hesitantly.

"It's just to attract attention. The main people doing the work are Greyback's men. What are you worried about?" the man in the middle said coldly,

"Whether the master's plan goes smoothly depends on how many people we can attract here. That idiot Fudge still thinks Azkaban is still under his control..." another man said.

"Hurry up, don't delay the master's plan." The man in the middle was a little impatient, but there was a hint of fear underneath his voice.

"You don't want to be swallowed whole by that snake, do you? Think about what will happen to that stupid mouse."

The other two men couldn't help but shiver and quickly quickened their pace.

At the same time, in St. Mungo's Hospital, fifth floor, Curse Injury Department, Sule was pouring a bottle of light golden potion into his mouth.

"Ha..." Su Er couldn't help but gritted his teeth. The sour and astringent taste was like an underripe mango.

Fortunately, Hermione stuffed a candy into his mouth at the right time.

Sipping the sweet fructose, Soul looked at Moody, who was using his wand to place his body on the hospital bed with his back turned. To be honest, it felt quite amazing.

"Magic is amazing." Soul smacked his lips.

"Your name is Ebo now?" Moody finished the final work, turned around and glanced at Sur up and down, and the magic eye rotated 360 degrees.

"Where does the hair used to make Polyjuice Potion come from?"

"A wizarding tour group." Suhr replied, "I got it in Hogsmeade. I know what you are worried about. The person I got the hair from is from Iceland. He should have gone back by this time and no one can find it. "

"Very good." Moody nodded. As long as he was not in the UK, there was no need to worry too much.

"Come on, I hope we still have time for a hot roast turkey."

Sur nodded, took out his wand and recited a spell. The coldness like water spread all over his body from the tip of the wand, and he gradually disappeared.

Moody was alone when he came here, and of course he should be alone now when he leaves.