Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 360 Injured Charlie

Hermione shook her head and said, "That's impossible. Look at the notice posted on the wall next to it about the road between Hogwarts and the Magic Village. It proves that Aurors often come here to patrol.... Ogres, vampires, and those dark wizards you mentioned will not come here!"

"Even if they show up, they will be caught immediately."

"Not always!"

Lee Jordan said mysteriously, "I heard from my cousin that the boss behind the Pig's Head Bar is said to be Professor Dumbledore! He has seen Professor Dumbledore haunt there with his own eyes! He greets the guests like a boss!"

"I'm pretty sure that's the magic black market here, and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic can't search it at all."

What Jordan said...not even the twins believed it.

Everyone snorted, saying it was outrageous, and then took a big swig of butterbeer, the foam covered their lips, and Hermione even had a large ring of foam mustache around her lips.

The butter beer is indeed as good as the legend says, and a sip warms them up from the inside out.

In particular, the taste is sticky and pure but not sour, lubricating but not throat-piercing.

Just a few sips and everyone's glasses are empty.

"Let's have another drink!"

Ron was very happy and ran to the counter again, and asked the beautiful witch for seven more glasses of butterbeer.

"Merry Christmas!"

They toasted happily again.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind and snow came in, and the door of the Three Broomsticks was pulled open again.

The twins and Jordan leaned against the nearby Christmas tree cursing, where they could not only block the wind but also be close to the burning flames in the fireplace.

However, they immediately swallowed the next words.

Cornelius Fudge and Professor Dumbledore walked into the tavern with flying snowflakes, and Fudge yelled the name of a witch.

"Rosmerta!"

The woman who took care of those noisy adult wizards at the bar agreed and walked over.

"Have you got some clean towels and St. Mungo's No. 3 ointment? By the way, use the fireplace!"

Fudge said a little dejectedly.

For some reason, there was a cold smoke on his body, and his whole body was smoky and ashamed.

The original ornate black velvet headgear with gold silk and silver trim was also shortened by half, and it looked like it was burned by fire.

--how can that be?

McGuffin first looked at the heavy snowflakes flying wantonly outside the window next to him, and he immediately thought that there is indeed something that can cause such injuries at this time.

Fire dragon!

After Fudge and Professor Dumbledore came in, Hagrid followed, holding a burly adult wizard in his arms.

Comatose!

—It's Charlie Weasley!
The twins and Ron noticed this too, and they stood up immediately with a cry of surprise.

McGuffin and the others saw that Charlie's entire left arm was black and scorched, and there were large red scars on his back and chest, which looked very painful.

"Minister, what is this?" Ms. Rosmerta found out a stack of towels and three ointments in drop-shaped glass bottles from under the counter, and then cleared a table and asked Hagrid to put Charlie down before asking.

"Don't mention it!" Fudge replied in a muffled voice. He waved his hand and asked, "Ms. Rosmerta, the fireplace here should be connected to the Hogwarts fireplace!"

"Well, it should, but that was years ago..." Ms. Rosmerta said.

"That's right! Percy! Percy Weasley!" cried Fudge.

Percy came in from the outside. He was terrible both in appearance and in spirit, and he didn't have the high-spirited appearance not long ago.

The originally meticulous black robes and the gleaming male student representative badges have completely become dusty and messy, and the body is covered with dust and snow.

His face was covered with bruises, and there were small stones and small dead branches crossed in his hair, as if he had rolled directly on the ground.

Percy was in a trance, looking at Charlie with a dull expression, his whole body was motionless, and he didn't wake up until Fudge asked again and again.

"Go to Hogwarts and call Madam Pomfrey, and say that there is a severely burned patient and several slightly burned wizards who need help."

(Fudge looked at Hagrid. His arm was also moderately burned, but for a half-blood giant, this was nothing at all. After putting down Charlie, Hagrid touched his hair, and the snow water that had gradually started to melt on his beard. After shaking his hands twice, he picked up an unopened bottle of butterbeer on the side table, tapped it with his thumb, opened it directly, and poured it into his stomach, and it looked much better)

"Hmm! Let her bring the potion for that. And—quick!"

Fudge took out a small bag of Floo powder from his pocket and handed it directly to Percy, telling him to leave the fireplace here and go to Hogwarts to inform Madam Pomfrey.

When Percy woke up, he looked at Charlie with a worried expression.

He passed by McGuffin's table anxiously, without even saying hello (maybe he didn't notice the people at all), trembling, he pinched a pinch of Floo powder from a small cloth bag and sprinkled it into the fireplace.

The emerald green fire roared up, engulfing him.

This shocking change wiped out everyone's good mood.

Ron and the twins had stood up at some point.

They looked at Charlie's miserable state, his face was pale, and they looked around for traces of their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

The hearts of the three became more and more heavy.

Fudge dealt with the other wizards who came to inquire with an ugly face. He knew that tomorrow's newspaper headlines would hype the accident, and his approval rating would drop further.

Ms. Romstad returned to the counter and served drinks according to the previous habits of several people.

"Currant rum! Minister!"

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear." Fudge's voice was a little tired. "I need this!"

"Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid, here's your mead!"

"Thanks, Rosmerta!" said Hagrid.

"Thanks!"

Dumbledore looked around, and soon saw McGuffin and the others.

"Ron, come here too!"

He nodded and greeted softly, and the three of Ron, who were anxiously hesitating, could come over.

Fudge also saw a few people. After he took a sip of his wine, he sighed heavily, and asked Dumbledore next to him, frowning, "Professor, you know..."

Before he finished speaking, another gust of cold wind passed over the tavern.

Everyone in the tavern shuddered, and then turned their attention from Fudge to the door.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick came in first, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who hurried in and looked around, looking for...Charlie.

Seeing Charlie's miserable state, Mrs. Weasley immediately sobbed, and fell weakly on Mr. Weasley's body.

Fudge stood up and said guiltily, "Arthur, Molly, I really don't know what to say... to express my apologies!"

"It's not your fault, Fudge!" Mr. Weasley fixed his eyes on Charlie's burned arm, trying to draw out his wand to heal it.

Dumbledore stopped the move, "Wait! Madam Pomfrey is coming soon. When she was in St. Mungo's Magical Hospital, she was specialized in treating all kinds of burns, potion burns, and damage caused by out-of-control spells... The scars caused by the fire dragon's breath cannot be treated by simple spells."

"By the way, you should have informed the medical wizard at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic to come over!"

Mr. Weasley nodded.

"What happened to that poor guy Chavez! Nothing happened! What the hell did he do! What caused this incident."

Cornelius Fudge's tone was full of irrepressible anger, but even so he kept his voice down, not to let his anger burst out, as if he was afraid of something.

"Minister, he's fine. He just suffered a comminuted fracture of his right leg, and he can still use Apparatus. He went directly to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. As for the cause of the incident, it's hard to say... No one knows why the fire dragon lost control after seeing that guy... You also know that we are not in a position to question this member of the Hogwarts board of directors."

"However, when this guy seemed to be leaving, he vaguely said that it seemed to be related to Honey Duke!"

"I also know that this guy is talking nonsense again. How can a shop selling candy and cakes be related to fire dragons?"

Professor McGonagall was very annoyed.

Professor Flitwick drew out his wand, and together with Ms. Rosmerta, began to drive away the young wizards and adult wizards who were watching the excitement in the bar.

"Please leave, everyone, thank you for your cooperation. All the drink bills today are charged to Hogwarts..."

Professor Flitwick screamed, and one by one, those wizards who did not cooperate were directly subdued by their wands, and they were moved outside the door.

It's very demeanor of clearing the scene in the magic world.

But when he saw the Weasley twin brothers and Ron and the others, Professor Flitwick paused for a while, and did not drive them away.

Facing Professor McGonagall's anger, Fudge didn't say a word, he looked at the wizards leaving here with curious eyes.

These guys turned their heads three times and left the tavern with a very touching speed, which made Fudge even more depressed.

When Cornelius Fudge looked around, he naturally saw Harry and McGuffin hiding behind the Christmas tree.

His face immediately relaxed and soothed, as if he had thought of something.

"Potter, Albert! You two ... just ... stay too!" said Fudge.

(Hermione was not kicked out because of this)

Only poor Jordan was unwilling to be driven outside along with the others.

When there were only a few of them in the tavern, Ms. Rosmerta asked, "Minister, what happened?"

"Honey, the Ministry of Magic will compensate you for today's loss...you don't have to worry!"

Fudge looked left and said it again, he stared at Harry and McGuffin with burning eyes, as if thinking of something.

"Minister, I don't really care about this incident. Charlie Weasley is seriously injured. Even if you don't tell me, I will temporarily suspend business and let him have a temporary resting place to stabilize his injuries. But...you know that some time ago, the dementors searched twice a day and scared my customers away...Now, even if you don't tell me...I know it!
"This kind of injury...is a fire dragon!"

"Even if people can tolerate dementors, they certainly cannot ignore the out-of-control fire dragons!"

"This is bad for business, Minister!"

Ms Rosmerta was sharp.

Fudge sat on the chair and looked at the lady very uncomfortably, and said, "Rosmerta, my dear, I assure you...the dementors will not come back, and as for today's incident...this is really an accident!"

"The Romanian Dragon Research Association funded by the Ministry of Magic has found some ways to tame dragons, just like the ancient wizards... At least some specific types of fire dragons can be detained in designated places!"

"If you don't believe me, ask Professor Dumbledore!"

"Albus!" Fudge called hastily.

"Well! This is indeed an accident!"

Dumbledore woke up from his contemplation and nodded, "It seems that some of the smells on Charles' body drove the dragon crazy! Well, it seems so."

"However, after this lesson, Fudge, you should also know the danger of fire dragons to Hogwarts!"

"Yes, but this is a necessary precaution... Sirius has not been caught yet, the dementor riot, and what happened last year... The Ministry of Magic is now in a financial crisis. I must find a way to stabilize people's emotions and allow normal business activities to flow, so that Gringotts will support the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, what happened to the Dark Lord at that time will happen, and the assets of the entire British wizarding world are quickly transferred to the Yankees...I will never allow this to happen."

"In any case, Fire Dragon has at least settled the hearts of the wizarding world!"

Fudge kneaded the yellow-green bowler hat in his hands irritably, and said.

"Can……"

Professor McGonagall wanted to say something else. At this time, the fire not far from McGuffin and the others turned green again and roared. Madam Pomfrey walked out with a small wooden medical box.
Percy followed in a hurry as well.

Everyone stopped arguing and talking, watching Madam Pomfrey treat Charlie.

There was silence in the tavern.

Madam Pomfrey's face darkened when she saw the injury.

She quickly and carefully checked the injuries on Charlie's arm, back and chest, and found a translucent liquid that glowed with azure blue fluorescence, like ice crystals, from the medical kit she brought.

She fell on the wound and cleaned it repeatedly, and then poked Charlie's shoulder with the wand. As the wound smoked, the black and red scars quickly scabbed and fell off, revealing the pink skin that had recovered from the original.

The wound healed quickly.

"Restore as usual!"

"Vitality restored!"

After the last two spells went down, Charlie slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

"Charlie!"

Molly let out a cry of surprise and shook her body, as if she wanted to hug her, but she resisted the impulse in her heart.

Arthur Weasley held his wife's hand tightly. Only then did he have the mood to take a sip of eggnog from the table next to him.

"Okay,—sit down, sit quietly and rest for a few minutes, and go to the infirmary to rest for a night, and then you can go back..."

Speaking of this, Madam Pomfrey seemed to remember something, and she glared at Fudge.

"Fire dragon!" Feeling no longer in a hurry, Madam Pomfrey said angrily in a disgusted tone.

"Last year it was that kind of giant rafflesia horror plant... Then this year it was dementors first, and now it's fire dragons. What are you going to bring into this school next? Or just move St. Mungo and Azkaban here to accompany the little wizards!"

(End of this chapter)