A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 541 Physical Examination
Early Sunday morning in London, a large group of people got out of a Ford car in front of a private hospital.

Remus on the left, Minerva on the right, Harry in front, Jack in the back, and Dumbledore in the middle.

In the back, Black sighed, "It wasn't like this when I was sent to Azkaban."

When the nurses at the hospital's front desk saw the guests with appointments arrived, they immediately opened the door to welcome the important guests.

The group arrived at the reception room and were immediately greeted by a very smart doctor, whose hairstyle made it clear that he was trustworthy.

The doctor explained today's examination tasks, and then took Dumbledore and Harry to have their blood drawn first.

Jack told Professor McGonagall that the physical examination required fasting for 8 to 12 hours. As a result, the two of them did not eat dinner last night, and had no water to drink. After completing the fasting projects such as blood drawing, abdominal ultrasound and gastrointestinal endoscopy, they had breakfast and then continued with other projects.

When drawing blood, Harry, who was demonstrating, saw the nurse bring a large blood bag and asked in surprise, "So much?"

He had asked Hermione, remembering only a little.

The nurse smiled sweetly and said softly, "Because we need to do a lot of tests, we need more."

Harry was unaware of the fraud and chose to trust the professionals.

Dumbledore felt a little uneasy, but after being glared at by Professor McGonagall, he had no choice but to accept it.

The blood test laboratory was on another floor, and the blood samples of the two people were delivered quickly.

A young doctor asked in surprise: "How did you get so much blood?"

The director of the laboratory said in a deep voice: "Today is half a month's salary just to keep you quiet!"

"Hurry up and take the amount needed for the test, and save the rest."

The young doctor immediately shut up and got back to work, his mind full of traditional novels about family feuds among the rich and science fiction novels about cloning, with some mysterious novels about curses popping up in between.

Not long after, someone knocked on the laboratory door.

After the director opened the door, he saw a young, beautiful lady with long legs in a black suit.

The lady whispered the code: "Come forward with great strides against the wind and smoke."

The director remembered his boss' instructions this morning, nodded slightly, turned around to get an incubator, and put the two bags of blood in it.

The lady took the incubator, opened it and checked it, confirmed that there was no problem, closed the box and left.

The director was also a little curious. He knew it was not good to know too much, but after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but look towards the corridor.

In just a few seconds, the corridor was empty and the lady was nowhere to be seen.

The director suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and his mind was filled with thoughts of MI5 and the KGB.

The beach villa, Charles hasn't been back for a while, the waves keep hitting the cliffs and rock pillars, and a few seagulls fly by.

Charles changed from a lady back to his original form, crossed the rock wall, walked through the magnificent hall, and came to a room upstairs.

The seaside was very humid, and a faint cold mist came out of the room door. A gust of cold air hit me when I opened the door.

There is ice on the walls and floors of the room, and the temperature is extremely low, so the two bags of blood can be preserved here for a long time.

Charles didn't dare to use magic to preserve it. What if the magic caused problems and Voldemort strengthened his nose and hair? That would be bad.

He originally planned to just take Harry's blood, but after thinking carefully, he realized that Dumbledore was also Voldemort's enemy, so he might as well keep it in case he needed it.

After he put the blood bag away, he became curious again. If Voldemort used Dumbledore's blood to restore his body, would he grow a white beard?

The next moment, Charles returned to Farbatten Castle and resumed his work.

The latest version of the wizarding home security system is ready for sale. The system has added anti-Voldemort and Death Eater plug-ins. If it detects a person without a nose, hair or eyebrows, it will alarm and activate the puppet to attack. The same will happen if the Dark Mark approaches.

In order to detect the Dark Mark, Karkaroff suffered a lot in the dungeon of Falbatten Castle. Now that the system has passed the test using Snape, he can have a chicken leg for dinner.

The chicken drumsticks were not added in vain, the work of cracking the Dark Mark's communication network is still ongoing, and currently the information can be intercepted, but it will take some time to interpret the information.

Knock on the door, walk in, open the snack cabinet, take out the dessert, find a sofa and sit down, all in one go.

Fudge said to Hermione, "You seem quite skilled."

Hermione smiled proudly, picked up a book and sat on the single sofa to read carefully.

Charles didn't expect Fudge and Hermione to appear at the same time, and thought it must be a coincidence.

Fudge's heart was not as calm as he looked on the outside. After exchanging a few polite words with Charles, he asked, "What do you think the results of Dumbledore's physical examination will be?" Hermione's ears pricked up.

Charles thought to himself how could he know, and said casually: "The principal is old, and it is normal for his body to age."

"I'm just worried that he eats too much sweets, which may have some negative effects on his health."

"But this is easy to do. Just control your diet step by step and reduce the amount of sweets."

Fudge said, "Is that the only way? I have asked around, and Muggle doctors believe that it is dangerous for the elderly to eat too much sweets. Can we ask him to stop eating sweets?"

Charles picked up an empty teacup from the table and, without using any magic, balanced his fingertips on the rim of the cup.

He said: "It is indeed dangerous, but Professor Dumbledore is over a hundred years old, and his lifestyle has created a delicate balance in his body."

"Perhaps his health is deteriorating step by step, but if we rashly break the balance, it may backfire."

As he finished speaking, the teacup fell from his fingers and he caught it with his other hand.

Fudge thought it made sense.

He added: "What do you think of establishing a Merlin Medal of Lifetime Achievement?"

This medal sounded like a good idea, so Charles nodded and said, "I think it's okay."

Fudge was waiting for Dumbledore's physical examination results. He was afraid of receiving bad news, but it was difficult for him to tell anyone else, so he had to come to Charles.

Charles was speechless. Even though he had used his financial power, the medical examination report would take three days to come out. There was no point in being anxious now.

The minister did not leave the office until lunch time.

Hermione was also a little worried, so she came here. Fudge's performance made her even more nervous.

"You said...it should be good news, right?" She asked hesitantly.

Charles said, "At least it's not bad news."

"If he didn't have too many sweets, I wouldn't be worried."

"You should also eat less sweets, otherwise when people call the Fat Lady in the future, they won't know whether they are calling her the one in the painting or you."

Hermione glared at him, gathered her robes around her waist with her hands and said, "How am I fat!"

Charles found that the girl had grown up.

"How about measuring your body fat percentage?" he said.

Hermione hesitated for a moment.

Charles stood up and said, "Let's go eat."

The time waiting for the report was anxious. The professors at Hogwarts were a little distracted. Every owl that flew over made them nervous. They all forgot that they had agreed to let Dobby deliver the report after Jack picked it up.

Dumbledore himself was a little worried, but when all the professors came to the principal's office with Charles during the lunch break, he finally felt relieved.

Charles took out the paper bag containing the report, which had a seal on it. The old man looked at it and restored it. If there was really a problem, he would fold the corner.

“I’ll just talk about the problematic parts.”

Charles' words made everyone nervous.

"Osteoporosis means that the bones are not strong enough. This is a common problem among the elderly. Just drink more milk."

"The arteries are a little hardened, but it's not serious. It's like wrinkles on your face and graying hair when you get older. It's not a big problem."

"The blood sugar, blood lipids and blood pressure are high, hovering on the edge of danger. If no timely intervention is made, the consequences will be serious!"

The professors and painters in the office were suddenly in an uproar.

Charles continued: "Doctors recommend eating less sweets, less cream and butter, and more vegetables."

"Well, there are problems with sleeping. The mind is highly stressed and lacks deep sleep. It is recommended to relax with music, hot baths, etc. before going to bed. It is forbidden to use alcohol or drugs to force yourself to sleep."

Dumbledore's face darkened when he heard about eating less sweets.

(End of this chapter)