A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 530: The Attack Worsens
It wasn't until Molly saw the "Information Desk" sign that she realized why no one paid attention to them. This discovery made her feel relieved, at least now she knew where to go for help.

The receptionist behind the desk was a slightly fat blonde witch. Today was her turn to work the night shift again, and she had to submit tonight's duty report tomorrow afternoon. When she thought of this, she felt unprecedented pressure and irritability, and her face didn't look good.

The wall behind her was covered with various notices and notes, as well as a large portrait of a witch with silver curly hair.

Delys de Winter, Healer at St Mungo's (1722-1741), Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768).

Delis looked at Molly and her group, silently counting their number. Then, she winked at them, walked out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

There was no doubt that Delis had come to find them on Dumbledore's orders. Now that Harry and the Weasleys had arrived safely, she could go back and report.

Finally, Molly made it to the front of the line and in front of the impatient receptionist.

"Hello, my husband Arthur, Arthur Weasley was sent here by the Ministry of Magic tonight..." Molly said anxiously.

"Arthur Weasley?" The witch slowly flipped through the long list in her hand and finally found the patient's information: "Oh, he is receiving treatment on the second floor. You need to wait a little longer."

Molly breathed a sigh of relief. Although the information she received was brief, it at least confirmed Arthur's location and condition.

"We need to wait a little longer..." She thought of what the receptionist said and immediately felt new anxiety.

Molly held her hands nervously and asked hurriedly, "Is he still in danger?"

The receptionist shook her head and said coldly, "You should ask Weasley's therapist about this. The list in my hand is not your husband's medical record."

The witch then motioned for her to stand to the side so as not to block the people behind her.

Molly still refused to give up and smiled awkwardly: "Miss, can you tell me who my husband's therapist is?"

"Ma'am, I'll be able to check it out once the therapist finishes treatment and comes out of the ward," the receptionist replied impatiently.

Sirius finally couldn't stand the receptionist's perfunctory answer anymore. He rushed over and slammed the table: "Hey, what's your attitude!"

"You can complain if you have any opinions." The receptionist pointed at the wooden box on the wall expressionlessly, then turned to the next wizard with horns on his head: "Fifth floor, next one."

Molly quickly grabbed the excited Sirius, and the group decided to wait on the bench nearby.

"It was never like this before." Sirius couldn't help complaining, "When I was a kid, I hurt myself with magic and went straight to the ward upstairs. I never heard of having to wait for the healer to come out before knowing the other person's name..."

Moody patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to stop talking.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked with a frown, his tone full of confusion and a little dissatisfaction: "Did I say something wrong? Moody, since you know the reason, why don't you explain it clearly? This is not like your style!"

Tonks pinched her randomly deformed nose and said in a voice so soft that it was almost swallowed by the noise of the hospital: "This is all Galleon's fault."

"But we also have Galleons..." Harry couldn't help but mutter under his breath, confusion written all over his young face.

"10, or 100?" The wizard who was resting nearby couldn't help but interrupt.

His right foot was like a balloon, slowly deflating and returning to its normal size.

"Young man, you have to know that St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Insects needs generous and continuous donations to keep them running."

He scratched his itchy soles and looked at Sirius meaningfully: "You were able to enter the ward directly before, so your family must be extraordinary, right? I bet your family donates generously to the hospital every year, so that you can enjoy such thoughtful special care services."

"There's nothing we can do about it. If it all depended on the medical expenses of ordinary patients, St. Mungo's would have closed down long ago..."

Sirius's face changed slightly when he heard this. He turned his head away silently, obviously unwilling to continue this topic.

Just as they were anxiously waiting for the results of Arthur's treatment, Percy suddenly appeared at the stairs. Without stopping, he walked quickly towards Molly: "Arthur... Dad has been saved, mainly due to excessive blood loss."

This sentence was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly dispelling the haze that shrouded everyone's hearts.

"His attending physician is Hebercrat," his tone revealed a hint of fatigue, obviously he had not rested all night.

"Tomorrow morning, Arthur will go to the second door on the right on the second floor, Dai Llewellyn Ward." As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote down the information carefully, and handed it to Molly.

"Percy..." Molly took the paper tremblingly, her voice choked.

She felt relieved that the heavy burden that had been weighing on her heart for a long time had finally been lifted. And Percy had arranged almost everything, so she didn't have to look at the lady at the reception desk.

"Don't worry, mom. Everything's going to be alright," Percy soothed gently, his eyes then flicking over to his brothers.

"However, Arthur's wound is difficult to heal. Hebercrat said that he needs to take blood tonic every hour." He shook his head helplessly and secretly put his purse into Molly's hand: "Mom, I have to go back to the ministry."

The price of medicine in the wizarding world has skyrocketed recently. Molly's daily savings alone may not be enough to support her family until dawn. Fortunately, Arthur was attacked in the Ministry of Magic, and the Treasury Department covered most of the medical expenses. Otherwise, the Weasley family's situation would only become more embarrassing.

Fred stared at Percy's back and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "He is only concerned with serving tea to the minister. He has no conscience..."

Before he finished speaking, Molly's palm had already landed heavily on the back of his head. Although George and Ron were also full of resentment, they had to shut up in dismay under their mother's stern gaze.

"Hey, guys, you are still too young." The wizard next to him raised his calf and touched his right foot, which had just recovered, in surprise. A happy smile appeared on his face, and he quickly put on his shoes and stood up to try whether he could walk.

"That's great." He exclaimed and couldn't help jumping a few times, as excited as a child.

"Without your eldest brother, you will have to wait until tomorrow to find out the result." He turned around and deliberately stretched out his tone: "This is a very long ordeal."

"Not Big Brother." George retorted immediately, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Not the second brother either." Fred interrupted and shouted angrily: "We are not afraid of waiting."

"Okay." The wizard shook his head and chuckled, throwing away the cane in his hand.

He spread his hands to the twins with an innocent look on his face: "Guys, maybe I'm wrong."

"But, ma'am." He looked at Molly and kindly reminded her, "Your sons really don't seem to get along. This is a headache!"

"When they divide the property, tsk tsk..." He couldn't help making a strange sound as if he had foreseen the future disputes. However, after noticing the unfriendly looks from Harry and the others, the wizard shut up.

He cleared his throat, put on a friendly smile, and said goodbye to the stranger with good wishes: "Madam, I wish you good luck. May Merlin bless your family with eternal harmony and health."

"You too, sir." Molly frowned and didn't take the other person's words too seriously.

In her loving eyes, this was just a normal fight and quarrel between children. She believed that these minor frictions would not cause any big problems. After all, in the Weasley family, love is the eternal bond.

But she failed to realize that this was a deep-rooted difference in values ​​between Percy and his other brothers. Even though they all cared about their family, it would lead to estrangement and even hatred between them.

In a way, this hidden rift is more serious than any quarrel on the surface. It is like a time bomb that may explode at any time within the Weasley family. After all, heretics are far more evil than heretics.

Molly followed the address provided by Percy and came to the Dai Luelin ward on the second floor. "Severe bites" was written prominently on the door, and a handwritten card was embedded in the copper frame below. The handwriting was neat but revealed a sense of urgency.

"What? I thought Percy had become a big shot!" Fred suddenly spoke up, his tone full of sarcasm: "If I had seen this ward earlier, I would have guessed that Dad would be transferred here."

George beside him nodded in agreement. He pointed to the handwritten card and agreed, "That's right. In addition to the head therapist, I even know the name of the trainee therapist. Look, everyone, Augustus Pye."

"Does Percy think he's the only one who can read?" the twins asked in unison, crossing their arms over their chests, looking quite proud.

"Shh!" Tonks put her index finger to her lips and reminded them seriously to keep quiet.

Molly ignored the noisy children, her heart was all on her husband. She pressed against the door, anxiously looking inside through the small window on the door.

"There are only two patients inside, and Arthur has not been sent in yet." Mad-Eye's magic eye rolled around, like a sophisticated scanner, telling her the situation in the ward.

Molly took a deep breath, as if she had sucked all her worries into her lungs. She slowly loosened her grip on the door frame and decided to wait for him at the door.

Suddenly, a hospital bed slid silently from the corner of the corridor, breaking the heavy silence.

Trainee therapist Pai followed closely behind, with a thick medical record tucked under her arm and a few bottles of glowing blood-replenishing medicine in her hands.

Molly recognized the familiar fiery red hair at a glance, and her heart skipped a beat. She could no longer suppress her worries and thoughts, and rushed over desperately, her voice trembling with excitement: "Arthur... Arthur..."

Ginny looked at her father's pale face and couldn't help sobbing.

"Are you the patient's family?" Pai looked up at the crowd that had suddenly gathered around her, frowning slightly.

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying professional calmness and a hint of severity that could not be ignored: "Please note that the patient was severely bitten and lost too much blood. In addition, there is still residual snake venom in his body. He is in an extremely weak state now, so you'd better not disturb his rest."

When everyone heard this, they instantly smiled with embarrassment and apology. They quickly stepped back to make way for the bed and the therapist.

Pai gently pushed open the door of the ward and gently placed Arthur on the innermost bed.

"This is a blood tonic." He turned and walked out of the ward, handing the potion to Molly's trembling hands.

Fatigue washed over his face, and Pai couldn't help but yawn, but she still dutifully instructed, "When he wakes up tomorrow morning, please strictly follow the frequency of taking one bottle every hour. This is crucial to his recovery."

Molly was overjoyed and carefully put away the medicine. Tears of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and she nodded to the doctor repeatedly, as if promising him that she would make Arthur strictly follow the doctor's orders.

"As for the toxins..." Pai paused, choosing his words carefully.

"Let's put it this way, the venomous snake that bit him is very uncommon." He said with a hint of uncertainty, "And the venom left in his body is likely to affect his soul."

These words were like a huge rock, hitting everyone's heart heavily, and the guilt in Harry's heart became even heavier.

Molly gasped and turned pale. Fred and George exchanged worried looks, their usual playfulness gone. Ginny crawled into Tonks' arms, crying softly.

"Affect the soul?" Molly forced herself to remain calm, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Mr. Pye, what...what does this mean?"

"It's hard to say." Pai's expression remained serious and his words were still very cautious. "It may cause the patient to have hallucinations, lose certain perceptions, and even affect memory."

Seeing the fear on Molly's face, Pai quickly added, "But don't worry too much. Doctor Hibercrat has controlled the spread of the poison. As long as the patient's emotions remain stable, everything can be saved."

"Also, I suggest that you contact the Ministry of Magic and find out what kind of snake bit him. Only in this way can we develop a suitable treatment plan." He swallowed the rest of his words to prevent the witch in front of him from suddenly collapsing under the pressure.

Harry lowered his head involuntarily when he heard this. He closed his eyes and tried to recall his dream. In that vague and terrible dream, he saw himself biting Arthur, but he couldn't see clearly what he looked like at that time.

"I bit him, and I even wanted to attack Professor Dumbledore!" This thought echoed in Harry's mind, making him feel fear and guilt.

Molly held back her tears and tried to force a smile: "Children, we have to believe in your father. He is a strong man and will definitely get through this difficult time."

"Harry, this is not your fault." She noticed Harry's depressed mood, patted his shoulder and said, "If it weren't for you, Arthur might..."

"Strange, Nagini was already taken away by me, so how come he was still bitten by a snake?" Roger couldn't help but frowned as he looked at the morning newspaper.

Draco searched the hall carefully and found that the Gryffindors he hated the most were not there. Even the little girl named Ginny did not come to have breakfast.

With a gloating gleam in his eyes, he said sarcastically: "Wow, were all the Weasley children expelled? And Harry Potter, hahahaha..."

Roger coughed, reminding him to be quiet and not interrupt his thoughts.

"Draco, they might have gone to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Spells." Someone pointed at the newspaper and reminded softly.

"Ah?" Draco's smile froze on his face, and he sat back unwillingly, gritting his teeth. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He obviously felt sorry for not being able to continue laughing.

He also knew that his idea would never come true, but saying it out loud in public would make him feel good for a while.

He looked at Roger, who was frowning and thinking, and asked curiously: "Are you wondering why they left school?"

"The Daily Prophet has reported it." Roger shook his head and handed him the newspaper. "I don't know where Rita and the newspaper are hiding, but they are surprisingly well-informed. I guarantee that she was the first to know about the Ministry of Magic employees being attacked by unknown creatures."

(End of this chapter)