Chapter 755 Professor Lockhart

George and the others got out of the car, and while no one was looking, they sneaked up to the window where the dummy in the green nylon dress stood, and then went through the glass one by one.

There were not as many people in the waiting room as last time.

Perhaps because of the magic of the healers, the patients were discharged quickly.

The blond witch behind the information desk laughed, "You are the third I saw today, Spell Injury Division, fifth floor!"

Go up the fifth floor and come to the ward.

They found Mr Weasley leaning on the bed with a leftover chicken leg meal on his lap, with a meek expression on his face.

George greeted Mr. Weasley.

"Good afternoon, Arthur, you look good."

"Thank you! George."

Mr. Weasley smiled. "I feel better after you removed the toxins from me."

Mrs. Weasley asked with concern, "How is the wound healing, does it still hurt? Arthur."

"very good."

Mr. Weasley's tone was a little over-enthusiastic. "You... oh... haven't you seen Therapist Smethwick?"

"No," said his wife suspiciously, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Mr. Weasley said lightly, "Are you all having a good time today? You're going back to school tomorrow."

Mrs Weasley did not seem satisfied with his answer. She looked at the bandages in his pajamas as he turned to shake Harry's hand.

"Arthur!"

Her voice was as sharp as a mousetrap. "You changed the bandages. Why did you change the bandages a day earlier, Arthur, they said they won't change until tomorrow."

"what?"

Mr. Weasley seemed frightened and pulled the sheet over his chest. "No...nothing....this is...I..."

He seemed to be discouraged by Mrs. Weasley's sharp gaze.

"Alas....don't be offended Molly, Augustus Pai has an idea. You know, he's a trainee therapist, a lovely young man who loves to study this....Muggle Complementary Medicine ....I mean, it's some old Muggle remedies called sutures, Molly, and it works....for Muggle wounds...."

Mrs. Weasley made a terrible noise that was somewhere between a scream and a growl.

Lupin walked over to the werewolf's bed, and he was unvisited, looking gloomily at the group of people beside Mr. Weasley.

Bill muttered to get a cup of tea, and Fred and Ron jumped up to go with him, grinning.

You want to tell me,"

Mrs. Weasley spoke each word louder, seemingly unaware that the others were running away in panic. "Are you using Muggle therapy?"

"Not fooling around, Molly, dear,"

Mr. Weasley pleaded, "Just . 

"What's the meaning?"

"Well! This, I don't know if you understand...what's the matter with the stitches?"

"It sounds like you want to sew your skin up," Mrs Weasley sneered, "but, Arthur, you're not that stupid..."

"I want a cup of tea, too," said Harry, jumping up. Hermione, Ron and Ginny almost rushed to the door with him.

When the door closed they heard Mrs Weasley scream: "What did you say? Is that how it works?"

"Okay, Mrs Weasley."

George comforted and said, "Sutures are a very useful treatment, it can make the wound grow together as soon as possible. Arthur is in good shape today, don't worry too much."

"Yes." Mr. Weasley looked at George gratefully, and he said firmly, "I feel like I'm getting better."

Mrs. Weasley continued to complain, as if she hadn't heard this, "Arthur, can't you just follow the therapist's request, you know, it's more worrying. You just can't be more quiet ,

You can't be more careful when you're in Diagon Alley..."

Hearing Mrs. Weasley's words, George immediately understood that Mrs. Weasley's resentment broke out.

He wisely left the ward immediately, leaving Mrs Weasley to teach her husband.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were standing at the head of the stairs and beckoned to George, "Mum is angry, but it's not so easy to calm down, we're going to have some tea."

"Okay, go to the sixth floor."

George remembered that the sign at the information desk said that the sixth floor was the tea room.

They walked through the double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a gruesome portrait of a therapist on the wall.

The therapists yelled at them as they climbed the stairs, diagnosing bizarre ailments and coming up with all kinds of terrifying remedies. Ron was so mad that a medieval wizard yelled that he apparently had bad pimples.

"What's that?" he asked angrily, as the therapist chased after Ron's six frames, pushing the figure aside.

"This is a scabby skin, young master, there will be scars, which will make you less attractive than you are now..."

"Who do you say is not attractive?" Ron's ears turned red.

"Only take the liver of a toad and stick it to the throat, and stand naked in a bucket of eels when the sun and the moon are bright..."

I don't have pimples! "

"But your face is flawed, young master..."

"That's freckles!" Ron was furious. "Go back to your own frame and don't pester me!"

He turned to the other men, who were trying their best to be sullen.

"What floor is this?"

"I think it's the sixth floor."

Hermione looked uncertain, the therapists had confused her mind.

"No, this is the fifth floor,"

George said calmly, "There is one more floor."

As they continued to walk up the stairs, a voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hi George, long time no see. And Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the wonderful student who remembers all my hobbies, Hermione Granger."

Everyone turned around and saw a middle-aged man with golden curly hair, bright blue eyes, a bright smile, and white teeth.

"It's you,"

Hermione suddenly exclaimed, "Professor Lockhart!"

The former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher pushed open the door and walked out, wearing a green robe.

"Hello!"

Professor Lockhart smiled brightly, showing his white and shiny teeth, "I think you want my autograph, don't you?"

"Not much has changed."

Harry whispered to Ginny, who smiled.

Lockhart heard Harry's muttering, and he replied enthusiastically, "Harry, you have to learn to be admired and valued by people, which is a required course for every powerful wizard."

He blinked. "To disappoint our admirers is a wizard's greatest sin."

"You seem to be doing well, Professor Lockhart." George said gently, greeting.