Chapter 913 (1/2)

”Face to face confirmation?”

”Yes, come in.” Mrs. Weasley waved. ”As for you guys, you'd better be honest here.”

“…… Good... ” Ron replied in a trance, and no one refuted Mrs. Weasley's words at the moment. They looked at Mrs. Weasley with some formality.

”Then wait for me here...” Vernin said, and Hermione nodded. Then Vaseline turned his eyes to Harry. Harry's body fell back and ran into Ron.

”What should be heard...”

Vaseline looked at Harry. It seemed that Harry himself could not accept his relationship with Voldemort. It felt like an irregular bomb, which might explode around people at any time.

”Let's go...”

With the closing of the door, it seems that two worlds are separated, one side is quiet and terrible, and the other side is

”What did Dumbledore say?” Sirius was the first to ask, ”Arthur, is he OK?”

”I was enchanted by a vampire, and then bit by a bat, but it didn't matter. They didn't seem to want to find me the same kind. Maybe I didn't meet the aesthetic standards of a vampire.” Mr. Weasley said happily, ”it's a blessing, poor Digory...”

”The wound is still bleeding...” Fanlin said, take out the wand, a bottle of blood red magic medicine from the end of the wand fly out.

”There's something wrong with the wounds caused by vampires. They secrete neurotoxin, which hinders wound healing, and Mr. Weasley, you are... ”

”You say that?” Mr. Weasley pointed to his wound, just as the potion of vanillin poured into the air, like pouring water on the wall of a hot stove, and the sound of the silk rose with the steam in an instant.

”Oh, this Silk... ” Mr. Weasley took a sharp breath, his face flushed and his teeth clenched as if he didn't want to make himself sound.

In fact, he did it, and a thin layer of sweat emerged on his forehead.

”Oh, thank you But But it's really hard... ” Said Mr. Weasley, the whole man looked weaker.

Van Lin shook his head, and layers of bandages were removed. Visible to the naked eye, the healing agent that had not worked before finally worked. The wound began to heal, at least in a short time, scab had already formed.

Although it makes Mr. Weasley look terrible, it undoubtedly speeds up the time that Mr. Weasley leaves St. Mungo's magic hospital.

”Oh, that's great...”

After a slight recovery, Mr. Weasley was happy. ”It looks like we can get back to Sirius before Christmas.”

”You should pay attention to rest,” Van Lin said. ”There are still some problems with this medicine. It's too painful to get rid of the state. I think you will be weak for about a month, but there should be no task for you to continue to deal with.”

Mrs. Weasley leaned against the head of the bed, a hand clasped tightly with Mr. Weasley.

”Where did you get this medicine?” Sirius looked at the bottle in Van Lin's hand with interest.

”Not long ago, Professor Snape saw it, and I made it without any problem.” Said Fanlin, turning his hand, he put everything away.

”That hook nose!”