94 Diagon Alley

There are people in the beds. Harry, Hermione and Ginny all sat beside him. They waited outside the door all day, trying to look inside whenever anyone came in or out. Madam Pomfrey let the three of them in at eight o'clock, followed by Gwen who was a few minutes late. Fred and George arrived at ten past eight.

Harry was covered in cold sweat, Hermione lowered her head and cried secretly as if she didn't want to be seen. And Ron-Gwen is now a little stressed by this picture - he is as white as a piece of paper, lying on the hospital bed weakly.

"What's the matter with him?" Gwen asked anxiously. "He also touched something?"

Harry just said that he was poisoned, but luckily they found a life-saving bezoar in Professor Slughorn's office.

"What the **** is going on!" Gwen was angry and anxious, "The students have to worry about it now - this is the second time!" She couldn't help but think about the poisoning incident Connect with Katie's necklace.

"We didn't expect gifts like this," George said gloomily, placing a large gift bag on Ron's bedside cabinet and sitting down beside Gwen.

"That is, in the scenario we imagined, he was awake," Fred said.

"We're still in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him—" George said.

"You in Hogsmeade?" Ginny looked up.

"We'd like to buy the Joko storefront," said Fred dejectedly, "let's make a Hogsmeade branch. But if you can't go there for the weekend, there's a ghost in that store. Use it...but let's not talk about it now."

He pulled up a chair next to Harry, looking at Ron's pale face.

"How the **** did this happen, Harry?"

Harry repeated the story he had told Dumbledore, McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, Hermione, Gwen and Ginny a hundred times.

"...then I shoved the bezoar down his throat, and he breathed a little more, and Slughorn ran to call someone, and here came McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey, Brought Ron here. They thought he'd be fine. Madam Pomfrey said he'd be here for a week or two...keep on rue."

"Gosh, thanks for thinking about bezoars," George whispered.

"Fortunately there is one in the house," said Harry, feeling cold all over thinking about the consequences of not finding the little rock.

Hermione let out a barely audible sob. She has been very quiet all day. Just now, she rushed to the gate of the school hospital with a pale face and asked Harry what was going on. After that, she hardly participated in the repeated discussions between Harry and Ginny about how Ron was poisoned, but just stood by with gritted teeth and a look of fear. , until they were finally allowed in to see him.

"Did Mom and Dad know?" Fred asked Ginny.

"They've seen him, an hour ago—in Dumbledore's office at the moment, but will be back soon..."

There was a pause, and everyone watched Ron murmuring in his drowsiness.

"Poison in the wine?" George asked softly.

"Yes," said Harry immediately. He couldn't think of anything else right now and was glad to have the opportunity to revisit the topic. "Slughorn took it from-"

"Did he put something in Ron's glass when you weren't looking?" Fred wondered.

"Possibly, but why did Slughorn poison Ron?"

"I don't know," Fred frowned. "Do you think it's possible that he mixed up the cups? Was it meant to hurt you?"

"Why did Slughorn poison Harry?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know," Fred said, "but there must be a lot of people who want to poison Harry, aren't they? Savior."

"You think Slughorn is a Death Eater?" Ginny said.

"Anything is possible," Fred said gloomily.

"He may be under the Imperius Curse," George interjected.

“He could be innocent too,” said Ginny. “The poison could have been in the bottle, so it could have been Slughorn himself.”

"Who would want to kill Slughorn?"

"Dumbledore thinks Voldemort wants to pull Slughorn over," said Harry, "Slughorn was in hiding for a year before he came to Hogwarts. And… He thought of the memory Dumbledore had not yet received from Slughorn. "Maybe Voldemort wanted to get rid of him, thinking he might be of great value to Dumbledore."

"It's not right," Gwen shook his head, "think about it, this time is just as traceable as Katie's—more like the murder of Hogwart by someone else's hand. Someone from Z." She looked at Harry vaguely, maybe this was another Malfoy plan?

"You said just now that Slughorn was going to give that bottle to Dumbledore as a Christmas present," Ginny reminded Harry, "so the poisoner may also be targeting Dumbledore. of."

Gwen's heart sank suddenly. At this moment, she had an extremely outrageous - but unassailable conjecture. She was on pins and needles, and now she just wanted to find someone to confirm her thoughts immediately.

"Then the poisoner doesn't know much about Slughorn." Hermione spoke for the first time in so many hours, sounding like she had a bad cold, "People who know Slughorn Everyone knows that he is likely to keep all the delicious food for himself."

"Uh-min-n." Ron suddenly hoarsely exclaimed.

Everyone fell silent and looked at him worriedly, but he snored after muttering something people didn't understand.

The door of the ward slammed open, they were all startled, Hagrid strode in, rain in his hair, bearskin coat flapping behind him, Dolphin-sized mud footprints on the ground.

"All day in the woods!" he gasped, "Aragog is getting sicker and I'm reading to him--just came up for supper, Professor Sprout Tell me about Ron! How is he?"

"It's okay," Harry said. "They said he'd be okay."

"No more than six people at a time!" Madam Pomfrey hurriedly ran from the office.

"I'm going out now," Gwen stood up so suddenly that she had to find a reason to prevaricate, "I mean, leave the seat to the family." Then she Jogging all the way out of the medical wing, George looked at her back and closed his mouth tightly.

"It's almost..." Madam Pomfrey, in order to express her dissatisfaction with the noisy ward, hurried to use her wand to clear Hagrid's huge mud footprints.

"I don't believe it," said Hagrid gruffly, looking down at Ron and shaking his big, unkempt head, "I just don't believe it...look where he lies...who would Do you want to hurt him?"

"That's what we're talking about," Harry said, "and we don't know either."

"Isn't there someone who can't get along with the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Hagrid said worriedly, "First Katie, now Ron..."

"I don't see anyone trying to kill a Quidditch team," George said, looking back frequently to the door where Gwen disappeared.

"Wood might have done this to Slytherin if there was no penalty." Fred was more fair.

"I don't think it's for Quidditch, but there is a connection between the two events," Hermione said softly.

"Why?" Fred asked.

"First, both times were supposed to be fatal, but they weren't, although it was pure luck. Second, neither the poison nor the necklace seemed to harm the people they were meant to kill. Of course," She mused, "It seems that the person behind the scene is more insidious, because they don't seem to care how many people they kill in order to attack the real target."

No one answered the ominous prophecy, the door of the ward opened again, and the Weasleys hurried to the bed. Their last visit was only to make sure Ron was fully recovered. Mrs Weasley now grabbed Harry and hugged him tightly.

"Dumbledore told us you saved him with a bezoar." She sobbed, "Oh, Harry, what shall we say? You saved Ginny...you saved Arthur... Now saving Ron again..."

"No...I don't..." Harry said crampedly.

"Really, now that I think about it, you seem to have saved half the lives of our family." Mr. Weasley said, his throat tightening, "I can only say , Ron decided to sit in your carriage on the Hogwarts Express, and that was a lucky day, Harry."

Harry didn't know how to answer, and he was almost thankful when Madam Pomfrey reminded them that there were only six visitors at Ron's bedside. Harry and Hermione immediately got up and left, and Hagrid decided to go with them, leaving Ron with his family.

Gwen met the anxious Weasleys not long after going out. She greeted them hastily and told them that Ron had slept soundly and was much better now. The two men and horses had things in their hearts, and they didn't have time to greet each other, and they soon separated.

Gwen was so anxious that he went up to the eighth floor almost as fast as possible, and said breathlessly to the two water-dropping stone beasts at the entrance of the principal's office: "I think To see the Headmaster...please...let me meet Dumbledore."

"Password?" The stone beast was unmoved.

"Lemon Snowballs...sour soda...cockroach piles...damn it! Forget the password, let me go up!" Gwen even tried to knock them off.

The two stone beasts pretended that they were really just stones that could not speak or think, and ignored Gwen who was jumping.

Just when Gwen was about to give up, and even ready to go to another insider - Professor Snape - to ask clearly, one of the mythical beasts rolled his eyes impolitely ,actually