All things are three at Hogwarts

"But the most pitiable thing is Mr. Ron Weasley. This child was poisoned twice in a row. He was also injured from a fall and almost died." McGonagall's eyes turned from Ron who was led aside by Madam Pomfrey. Midavani turned to Ron on the hospital bed.

"You must be proud to teach such a student, Horace." Dumbledore looked at Professor Slughorn, and then returned to Hermione, "Miss Granger, your mind is spinning. Quick, I want to get the cow dung stone that can be used to temporarily detoxify."

The distracted Slughorn was stunned when he heard his name, "Huh? Yes, yes, very proud."

"Fortunately, it happened at Professor Slughorn's place..." Hermione did not participate in Harry and Ginny's repeated discussion about how Ron was poisoned. She just gritted her teeth and looked at him with lingering fear as she touched the wine glass. Hands, if this happened to another professor, it would be too late.

"We all agree that Miss Granger's behavior was astute. The question is, why did this happen?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Yes, why? This wine looks like a gift, Horace." Dumbledore walked towards Slughorn and took the beautifully packaged bottle from his hand, "Do you remember Who gave it to you?"

"Actually, I originally planned to give this away." Slughorn's voice was solemn, with a hint of fear.

"Can I ask who it is for?" Dumbledore looked at Slughorn's somewhat depressed look and put the wine to his nose and sniffed: "In addition, if this wine is not poisoned, it has the fragrance of licorice and cherries. Still tempting.”

Snape took the bottle of wine from Dumbledore's hand and sniffed it.

"For you, Headmaster." Following Slughorn's answer, everyone's eyes turned to Dumbledore. Slughorn looked to the upper left corner of his eyes and muttered in horror, " I just felt that something was wrong... The fact is undeniable. I am an old man, and it is normal to have poor memory. Now that I think about it, the direction of the wine bottle label seems really wrong. But I really can't understand, who would want to harm What about me or Dumbledore? Maybe he doesn't know me well."

Their conversation also led to a discussion between Harry and Ginny next to Ron.

"Who would want to kill Professor Slughorn?"

"Dumbledore thinks Voldemort is trying to drag Slughorn over," Harry whispered to Ginny. "Slughorn had been hiding for a long time before coming to Hogwarts. And..." he thought. Dumbledore hadn't yet gotten that memory from Slughorn, "Maybe Voldemort wanted to get rid of him, thinking he might be valuable to Dumbledore."

"But Slughorn said he planned to give the bottle of wine to Dumbledore as a gift," Ginny reminded her boyfriend, "so the poisoner might also be targeting Dumbledore."

Harry glanced at Snape secretly and found that he seemed to be annoyed too: "I think it's Pan... huh?"

"Hermione..."

Harry and Ginny glanced at Ron and then looked at each other in surprise, then turned to look at Hermione who was sitting with the professor over there, with some embarrassment on their faces. Ron, who was in a coma, said in a mosquito-like voice. He said Hermione's name, but his current girlfriend was Lavender Brown. Fortunately, only Harry and Ginny beside him heard him murmuring like this.

The door of the ward suddenly opened open again, and Hagrid led the Weasleys and strode in with raindrops in his hair, his bearskin coat flapping behind him, a crossbow in his hand, and he stepped out on the ground as big as a dolphin. mud footprints.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said a quick hello to the professors and then walked to the hospital bed. Mrs. Weasley grabbed Harry and hugged him tightly.

"Dumbledore told us you saved him with the bezoar," she sobbed. "Oh, Harry, what can we say? You saved Ginny...you saved Arthur...and now you saved Ron. …”

"No...I didn't..." Harry was so squeezed that he almost lost his breath. He blushed and said awkwardly, "Actually, it was Hermione who found the bezoar and threw it to me..."

"Yes, and Hermione!" Molly responded and quickly went to catch Hermione.

"It's true, now that I think about it, it seems that half of the lives of our family were saved by you. At least you were involved..." Mr. Weasley said, his throat a little tight, "I can only say, Roy It was a lucky day when I decided to sit in your carriage on the Hogwarts Express, Harry."

Harry didn't know how to answer, but Madam Pomfrey hurriedly ran over from the next bed to save him: "No more than six people can visit a hospital bed at the same time!"

"There aren't six of us," Ginny pointed out.

"Oh...right..." Madam Pomfrey seemed to mistake the huge Hagrid for several people. In order to cover up her mistake, she hurriedly used her wand to remove his muddy footprints.

The door to the ward opened again, and Alan walked in from the door of the school doctor's office. Harry and Ginny were a little embarrassed to look at him because of Ron's murmur.

Anka, with messy feathers, was squatting on Allen's shoulder, trying in vain to comb his uneven feathers of different lengths with his sharp beak.

Allen first greeted professors such as Dumbledore out of courtesy, and then asked: "I heard that many students were poisoned by love potions and entered the campus hospital, so I came to see what the situation was. They are not seriously ill." Bar?"

The incident happened in Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall felt a little disgraceful, but she still explained the specific process to Allen again. After all, it was Hermione who kept this incident from going into big problems.

"What a pity. I originally said that I wanted to take Ron to meet his old friend who we had met once before..." Allen shook his head, then turned to Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Principal Dumbledore has been mysterious recently. People seem to be acting more frequently and recklessly. Do you think that in order to prevent similar incidents from happening, do we need the cooperation of the Ministry of Magic to send more Aurors to Hogwarts to patrol and protect?"

Dumbledore stared at Allen and seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally refused: "Thank you for your suggestion, Professor Harris. But I think this is just an accident, and their target is actually me. Hogwarts, after all, It’s the school, not the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic’s manpower should not be wasted too much. They still have the entire UK to protect..."

Slughorn's hands were clasped together, he held his chin slightly, his eyes were fixed on Allen, his lips moved, but he closed his mouth tightly.

"If you need anything, you can tell me at any time. You know the Umbrella Company can also provide help in this regard..." Dumbledore's refusal did not affect Allen. He bowed to the professors apologetically and pointed at Hermione, who was being hugged by Molly. Min, "Please forgive me...I'll excuse you for a moment..."

Seeing Allen coming over, Molly finally let go of Hermione wisely, said hello to Allen a few times and thanked her again before returning to the hospital bed.

Allen walked up to Hermione and observed Hermione's expression: "Hermione, your face is so ugly. Isn't the infatuation drug that you were hit by still removed?"

"I'm fine Alan, I've drank the antidote, I'm just a little tired." Hermione saw Alan's worried look, so she patted Alan's arm to comfort him.

"Little favor!" A voice with a tone that seemed to come back thousands of times, a sweet voice that made people get goosebumps, suddenly sounded in the room. Lavender Brown, who had been drugged before, finally regained her clarity. She ignored the other people present. The person's eyes used an exaggerated turn of the head to explore and saw Ron Weasley lying on the hospital bed. He jumped over the other Weasleys and Harry and shouted in a fuss, "What happened to my little grace?" ?! Did he yell to see me?!"

Harry and Arthur looked at each other awkwardly, and Lady Molly frowned in the same expression as her daughter.

Lavender Brown didn't notice the strangeness in their emotions. Her facial features seemed to be wrinkled together, and she called out in horror: "Xiao Enen, my little sweetheart, what's wrong with you?!"

"He's been poisoned!" Ginny couldn't stand it anymore and replied.

Ron on the hospital bed shook his head slightly at this time. Lavender Brown squeezed Ginny away with a swing of his hips, held Ron's hand, and shouted happily: "Did you see that? He Feel me coming!”

After saying that, she called Ron affectionately: "Don't worry, Xiao Enen, I'm here, I'm here." She put Ron's hand on her face.

The little farce here also attracted the attention of the professors nearby. Professor McGonagall really pursed her lips and hesitated whether she should stop the greasy behavior in front of her.

"Oh, the taste of love is always so moving. It's great to be young. You can smile and express your love freely." Dumbledore held his hands in front of him and praised.

Professor Snape looked at them as if he had swallowed a head of garlic raw.

"Okay, everyone, let's go." Dumbledore called. "Mr. Weasley is taken care of."

After saying that, Dumbledore took the lead and walked out, and the students who drank the antidote to the love potion also left one after another. Their condition did not require hospitalization for observation.

Only Lavender Brown was holding Ron's hand and staying by the bedside with a happy face, as if she could do something for Ron and take care of Ron personally. It was her great pride and honor. She discovered it only after she fully expressed her feelings. The other Weasley members who stayed behind greeted them familiarly.