Hogwarts Melon Eater - Chapter 236

Bones, scrawny, strode, his brown leather shoes stepping on a puddle of no size or size, and out of sight of the little Hangleton Muggle children, he walked down a long string of children sandwiched between the two rooms. Stone ladder, and then continue along the moss-covered stone path.

After walking for a while, you can see two beautiful flower beds and a bronze statue sitting on a stone with a cup. The building behind the statue is the Little Hangleton Community Hospital. The entrance is small, and the wall next to it is covered with naughty children. The graffiti has strange patterns, and a rich lady in a raincoat is scrubbing a stone wall with a brush, trying to destroy the postmodern art.

“Squeak!” The wizard rats in the cage squeaked, and the rich lady stopped her movements when she heard the sound. She turned around and saw Borns carrying the cage, and raised a kind gesture. “Oh! Mr. Burns!” She shook the long brush in her hand, “I’m getting these things off the wall!”

“Very well done, thank you Mrs. Wells,” Burns nodded and introduced the cage to Mrs. Wells very naturally. “These are the lab mice I just caught.”

Mrs. Wells took a look. “Very energetic,” she added with a smile, “Looks much healthier than the lab rat two months ago.”

“Indeed,” Burns nodded, “except Mr. Frank just now, there should be no other patients?”

“Yes! Mr. Burns, Frank came by and left quickly, and I happened to be in the utility room to get the brushes, and when I got back down the hall I just saw him come out of the hospital,” said Mrs Wells. Touching her face, she always felt a little weird, “I put the note you wrote and asked him to wait a while in the consultation room on the table, he should have seen the note, because that note It’s gone, I can’t find it anywhere, I think he took it…”

“He might be in a hurry… oh! Mr. Burns, don’t blame me for not calling him!” Mrs. Wells frowned, her voice lowered, “You know that Frank is a little scary, and I don’t dare to talk to him. Talk, God, there’s always a dangerous light in his eyes, I can’t even look at him…”

“Let me tell you, Mr. Burns, we shouldn’t have seen Frank!” Mrs Wells’ chubby face was full of seriousness, “Frank is not a good thing, look, it’s so good for him that he can murder The Riddles, what else can he do? You’re a good man, Dr. Burns, and don’t be fooled by the sly Frank,” Mrs Wells emphasized. “Really, I can see it! “

The rat in the cage was screaming, “Ma’am! What are you talking about?!” Harry rat shook the cage, thinking about how to escape all the time.

Ron Mouse rolled his eyes to the sky, “‘Dr. Good Man’ Dr. Burns…” He muttered, but his crazy desire to complain made him calm down, “Are these middle-aged women looking at people? Not exactly? Like my mom’s crazy obsession with that writer named Lockhart, I’m not saying, I really don’t understand why he’s so popular? That slut… peacock?”

Hermione Mouse, who owns all Lockhart books, promotional posters, commemorative bookmarks, and various fan badges, coughed, “Mr. Lockhart is not without merit… He is different from Burns!” Hermione Mouse The flexible tail patted Ron Mouse’s fat belly, “Please don’t attack a great author personally!

Harry stepped forward to stop the quarrel that his partners were about to start. They shouldn’t quarrel, especially when they were still in rat form. Harry covered Ron’s mouth and luckily blocked his upcoming exit to Hermione. The irony of the rat form did not let him hurt the enemy a thousand and self-injured eight hundred.

“Oh!” called Mrs. Wells to Burns, who had entered the clinic. “Mr. Burns, and a beautiful lady who came here shortly after Frank left, shouldn’t be of any importance, that This lady is not a patient, she is just looking for a chicken farm in town.”

“Ding dong,” the sound of the glass door opening sounded.

“Ma’am?” Burns stopped. “Is it a foreign tourist?”

“Yes, blond hair and fair skin, and she stood for a while in front of the hospital and then asked me if the chicken farm was near here,” Mrs Wells recalled, “and I told her it was very far from here. , she asked me if there was a slaughterhouse here, I think she was joking with me…”

“I asked her what she was asking, and she said she smelled a lot of blood here,” Mrs Wells shook her head, “this is so strange, our small clinic doesn’t have many patients for a month. , most of them are to treat minor diseases such as colds. The last time I saw blood was to treat a child’s injured arm. That was a few days ago. I cleaned the clinic very well, how could there be heavy blood smell.”

Borns was silent for a while, and he fumbled for the handle of the iron cage. “When did that lady leave?”

“Just ten minutes ago,” Mrs Wells pointed to the bronze statue, “she also said that the statue of our Mr. Luther Hobbs is ugly! What a rude tourist! Hmm… It’s not a good thing to say, but That lady was really not very likable.”

“Indeed, it’s a hassle,” Burns continued Mrs. Wells. “These troublesome tourists…” He turned and walked towards his consulting room. Get off work when you’re done, and wish you a nice afternoon.”

“Have a nice afternoon too,” Mrs. Wells picked up the brush and resumed her work, humming a tune that had long since fallen out of favor, as Burns closed the door.

‘Click,’Bones locked the door of the clinic, stepped on the dark red carpet and walked to the white bookshelf, where there was a half-person-high European-style vase, he waved his wand to move the vase away, revealing a flat-looking bottom Fantastic wooden floors.

“Close your eyes, close your breath, I am your most faithful servant, you are the light that cannot tolerate the slightest darkness in your eyes, you are the resurrection of all things, you are the continuation of life, you are the beginning and the end,” Born Si closed his eyes and turned his wand slowly, the strange appearance made the three little witch mice dare not breathe, “I’ll bring you a sacrifice—”

The spells Burns chanted sounded like a prayer to a decent god, but there was always something unspeakably weird, and Hermione rubbed her mouse arm to keep herself calm, and her head There is a scene of going to church with her parents every week, and she subconsciously said, “God bless.”

The little Ron Mouse shrunk himself into a ball. After watching the daily news in the Muggle world, he began to frantically figure out what he was going to face. He trembled a little, “Merlin’s beard…” He muttered, “Merlin Ah! Help me…”

Harry suddenly felt a little overwhelmed~www.mtlnovel.com~ He is not a Christian, and he is not very familiar with Merlin. He didn’t know who to pray to for a while, “Mom and Dad… uh, Uncle Vernon?” He said Halfway through, then abruptly stopped because Harry realized they couldn’t save him.

The powerful Anna is not here, what would she do if it were her? Harry looked at his mouse hand.

“Faith? Of course I have faith,” he remembered what Anna sometimes murmured. “I believe in myself, I pray to myself in times of danger, I believe that I can get out of it and act, and it does. is the most efficient.”

“Harry, calm down first when you are in danger, don’t be too busy praying, and see what you can do.”

The wooden floor glowed red, and Harry noticed a strange pattern that looked like a small dining fork. He looked closely and was sure he had not seen it anywhere. quirky pattern.

The red light quickly disappeared, and the wooden floor cracked into a huge hole, big enough for two adults to pass side by side. Below was a long stone ladder, and a **** smell came out along with the moisture. Born Stie walked down the stairs with the cage.

Going down the stairs, you can hear the sound of water, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

What looked like scales was attached to the stone wall, and Burns explained it kindly, “Those are snake skins, they’re beautiful, right? A gift from an old friend, the best offering…”

“Unfortunately,” he sighed, then stopped talking.

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