[HP] Hogwarts students

The three of them looked very embarrassed, but they still pounced on me to ask about my injury with a disheveled face. I was a little moved and a little funny.Since it was inconvenient to talk, I could only take out the crumpled note from my pocket and hand it over, watching them frown and study together.

My mother brought healing potions from the tent, and drinking them eased my pain, and although the fingerprints and bruises were still there, at least I didn't feel the pain anymore.

"Go in and rest first." She helped me up from the ground, and looked at Harry and the others gently, "Arthur and Mr. Black haven't come back yet, do you want to go into our tent to rest for a while?"

"I'm here! Judy." Mr. Weasley hurried over, his face was full of exhaustion, he couldn't help being startled when he saw me, "Sirius is coming back soon... let me take them Go back - these kids must have a lot of problems, let Kelly rest in peace."

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, and all the wizards quietly retracted into their tents, only the burnt open space in the distance was still emitting green smoke.Before we parted, Harry held my hand behind his back, but he quickly let go before my mother found out. When I turned around, he said silently, "Have a good rest."

"Too much happened tonight." I lay quietly on the bed, pursed my lips into a straight line and looked at my mother, she bent down to tuck the corner of the quilt for me and said, "Sleep well, everything will pass."

Someone was walking outside the tent, and there was a rustling sound. It was hard not to remind me of Jason Armstrong again.I gasped and grabbed the quilt tightly, and couldn't help sniffing: "Mom..."

Mom let out a breath, and smiled with red eyes: "Okay—Kelly, let's sleep together tonight, okay?"

"That...then Brian..."

"He's with Aunt Betty, and she'll take good care of him. Kelly's a baby tonight, too, so let me take care of you."

I moved my body inside to make room for my mother to lie down. She held me in her arms and gently stroked my back. A sense of peace and comfort rose in my chest again, like soreness. The sweet lemonade made my eyes swell, but my heart was full of happiness.

I slept pretty well this night, even though the quality of sleep was not high, but because I was too exhausted, even if my consciousness was between clear and fuzzy, my eyelids were very heavy, and there was buzzing in my head. Can't keep my eyes open.

Dimly, I heard the sound of talking and walking from outside the bedroom door, and my mother left me - no, don't go... I struggled for a few minutes, then heard the sound of someone else coming in, it seemed to be Hermione. Then, someone grabbed my right hand tightly, and there were several more people breathing evenly in the room. Listening to it, I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, there was no one in the room.Aunt Betty and Uncle Howard said goodbye outside the tent, and they were going to take Scott and Linda to snatch the door key.I slowly helped the bed to sit up, and stared blankly at the open right palm. There were a few scratches caused by the branches on it, and the scars had already formed at this time.

"Kelly, you're awake." Dad knocked on the door lightly, and came in after hearing my reply, "How did you sleep last night?"

"It's okay..." I regained the ability to speak normally, and my throat no longer hurts, "Did anyone else come last night?"

"Your friends, Hermione, Ron and Harry are here," said Dad. "Arthur had asked Hermione to rest with them, but they insisted on coming with you. After daylight, Arthur took the They left by portkey."

"What about us?"

"I'll take you to St. Mungo's for an inspection later, and then we'll go home." Dad said apologetically, "So Hermione can only go back with Arthur and the others."

I bit my lip and looked at him, and asked evasively, "Dad, don't you want to know what happened last night? Why did I go out—why did I get hurt—why—"

"You can tell us when you want to." He forced a smile, "The most important thing now is to restore you to the little troll you were before, isn't it?"

"It's...it's Jason Armstrong." Tears rolled down my cheeks, "He appeared again, he's in England...he was smuggled here...following his mother..."

"He was followed by several Latin wizards...but they didn't kill me...I mean, Jason Armstrong was going to kill me, but they didn't..."

"I thought it was Harry who asked me out, but it wasn't him... Later, when I wanted to rush back, I saw a strange wizard who shot a green mark into the sky..."

"Did you see him?!" Dad interrupted my words abruptly, his eyes widened and he caught my shoulder, "Did he notice you?"

"...No, he didn't see me." I was startled and shook my head, "But I can see his appearance clearly. Is that mark a particularly serious matter?"

"That's the Dark Mark, and only the Death Eaters, who belong to You-Know-Who, would do something like that." Dad said seriously, "How much of that man do you remember?"

"He has light yellow hair and a very thin body..." I quickly got up from the bed, grabbed the woolen pen and parchment piled up at the foot of the bed, and began to draw according to my memory, "This is the nose, and the skin is particularly pale..."

"Jason Armstrong, Latin wizards, the Dark Mark..." Dad muttered to himself, and after I finished drawing, I tapped some parchment with my wand, and said silently: "Duplicate into double!" handed over to him.

"I'm going back to the ministry now, wait for mom to drive you to St. Mungo's." He hurriedly put the parchment into his arms and ran out. I grabbed the door frame and looked into the center of the tent. After saying a few words, he left the tent.

I saw my mother hand Brian to Aunt Eva, and I quickly closed the door and went back to my room to change.After I changed it, I realized that there was a mirror next to the bed.

This mirror looks very plain, with only sharp edges framed in gilt, not at all like something I would buy.

"Kelly Morris!" Suddenly, Harry's voice came from the mirror, and I was so scared that I couldn't easily open my hand, and the mirror fell directly on the soft carpet.

"Kelly? Are you there?" There were several heads on the mirror, and the voices of Hermione and Ron sounded from among them, "I can't see clearly... where did you put the mirror before?"

"On the bed, by her hand!" Harry said angrily, pressing his forehead against the mirror as if trying to slip through it, and I couldn't help laughing as I heard Ron say, "Huh Leigh—you know it's just a two-way talking mirror, not a portal, right?"

I bent down to pick up the mirror, and sure enough, I saw Harry's big face filling the mirror, and next to Hermione and Ron with their necks and collars exposed.

"Guys!" I exclaimed ecstatically, "where did this mirror come from?"

"Sirius gave Harry a Christmas present," said Hermione. "Is your injury better?"

"It's much better! But I have to go to St. Mungo's soon." I suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly squatted down to show them the portrait, "Look at this man!"

"He hurt you?" Harry's voice was full of anger, and several people huddled together trying to see the parchment clearly.Hermione squinted her eyes and said, "No——Harry, this person should not be the one who slipped the note to Kelly."

"Didn't there be a Dark Mark last night?" I rattled and shook the parchment, "This guy launched it! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"What!" They said in unison, Hermione clenched her teeth and clenched her fists: "I knew it! It can't be that elf named Winky did it—"

"Did he see you?" Harry asked eagerly.

I shook my head, pursed my lips and said hesitantly, "I didn't see it, and he didn't hurt me. It was—it was—Jason Armstrong."

"It's him again?!" They exclaimed again, and I saw Harry's face in the mirror go crazy with anger, and even Ron clenched his fists and began to wave: "Let me see him..."

"Listen." Mum was already knocking on the door, and all I could say was terse, "I'll send you this portrait when I get home, and Dad's already taken the other to the Ministry, but I'm a little worried— —Can you give this portrait to Sirius? Please bring it to Professor Dumbledore."

After getting their assurance, I disconnected in a hurry and replied loudly to my mother: "I'm ready! Let's go now!" Afterwards, I put the magic mirror on the surface of the suitcase with great care, and kissed my grandpa and aunt goodbye After that, my mother drove me to St. Mungo's.

The tests and treatments at St. Mungo's were tedious and complicated, but fortunately I was able to leave the hospital after drinking a lot of potions.

Within a week after being discharged from the hospital, my father was very busy and would come home almost late at night; my mother also changed her usual habit of going out and often stayed by my side, playing game consoles and watching TV with me; Brian He can already stand up with the things around him, and his trembling appearance is very cute. Even if he is poked down by my finger, he will not cry, but will keep smiling when he looks at me.

Fortunately, the fireplace at home and the fireplace at Weasley's house are both connected to the Floo network, which allows me to occasionally chat with Harry and the others, or go directly to sit in the Burrow for a few hours - after more than 3 hours, my mother will come Urge me home.

Sirius is almost as busy as his father. He often doesn’t come home when he puts Harry in the Burrow, but Harry is very considerate of him: “When we gave him the portrait, Professor Dumbledore seems to have countless things to do. It takes him to do it, he's busy, but he's happy."

Now my mother is also used to the green fireworks coming from the fireplace every morning, and then Harry's head sticking out. He will send me something with the help of the fireplace every day, sometimes it is the breakfast he participated in making, and sometimes it is him. When I went out to play Quidditch with Bill, Charlie and others, I picked a large bunch of flowers and brought them to me without bundling them.

"It's very beautiful." I said, holding a mess of flowers and weeds, "How do you know that I like red flowers the most?"

"You've always liked red." Harry smiled silly, and I saw him stagger when someone tugged at him from behind, and then Ron's head popped out of the fireplace again, "Good morning, Kay Li! I have good news for you!"

"My dad heard at the Ministry of Magic today that the Auror Command is strictly investigating the entry of foreign wizards these days!" Ron said, "It seems that they are investigating the whereabouts of Jason Armstrong, and soon you will It's safe!"

"This is great!" It turned out that my father worked overtime for so long because of this. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and laughed innocently, "Come to my house to play game consoles later, okay?"

"Game console? Is it the Muggle machine that the villain used to save the princess last time?" With a few puff puffs, the heads of Fred and George also popped out, and the fireplace was crowded with heads. It's also weird.

"Yes! I also bought a new cassette, do you want to come and play?"

"Is this still a question? Of course!"