diskusbooks Chapter 192: Letter from St. Mungo's
Chapter 192: Letter from St. Mungo's
"You have recovered quite well. You can go back to your dormitory and rest now, Mr. Lord."
Madam Pomfrey nodded with satisfaction and announced happily that Wenxiu Lord had completely recovered.
When the silver-haired boy was sent here, he was only wearing a thin and comfortable pajamas. It would be inappropriate for him to leave in this outfit before curfew and be seen by others.
He changed his pajamas into a suit and prepared to leave after saying goodbye to Remus.
Walking out of the door of the medical wing, I saw the dim candlelight inside Hogwarts in the evening. Turning back, I saw that the medical wing was still brightly lit.
On the way back to the lounge, he met a few little wizards. Wenxiu Lord was still thinking about the next plan and did not notice the gazes of the people around him.
Just as he lowered his head in thought, a shadow appeared on the ground in front of him.
Wenxiu Lord stopped and raised his eyelids. A little wizard stood in front of him with a nervous and shy look.
Putting on a standard smile, distant yet gentle, "Classmate, what do you want to talk to me about?"
The man became even more nervous when he saw Wenxiu Lord noticed him, and was directly struck by the beauty of the silver-haired boy. He stuttered and almost uttered letters one by one.
Wenxiu Lord listened to the man's speech attentively and tried to calm him down gently, but in fact he was already feeling a little impatient because he had been delayed for too long.
It took a long time before I understood what this person was trying to say.
It turned out that this person was Sally Bourne's friend. Sally Bourne had woken up from a coma and was still in the observation stage, so she had to stay in St. Mungo's for two more days.
Sally Bourne wrote to him, hoping that he could express his apologies to Vince Lord and Sirius on his behalf, and also wrote a letter, hoping that this man could hand the letter to Vince Lord personally, which led to what happened today.
As for why he didn't send the letter directly to Wenxiu Lord, perhaps Sally Bourne felt that it was too presumptuous, or it might seem that he didn't take it seriously.
I took the envelope from the boy's hand. It felt a bit thick. I didn't know if it had a lot of content or if it contained something else.
Wenxiu Lord said goodbye to the man and returned to the dormitory. Severus was busy making a potion.
Placing the envelope in his hand on the desk, the boy's suit suddenly turned back into pajamas.
He walked straight to the closet and took out a set of clothes. Then he said hello to Severus and went into the bathroom.
He tossed and turned in this pajamas for a whole day, and was sweating all over due to fever. Although there was a spell to clean it up, Wenxiu Lord still couldn't bear to continue lying in his bed in this outfit.
The bathroom door closed, and Severus shifted his gaze from the boiling potion in the cauldron to the desk opposite.
There were documents piled up on both sides, with an empty space in the middle for processing documents. There, an envelope lay quietly in the middle.
The hot water washed away all the fatigue, and the skin became whiter, tenderer and smoother. Wenxiu Lord tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his brain thinking about future countermeasures like a high-speed machine.
Tom Riddle has not yet exposed his bloodthirstiness and cruelty to the entire wizarding world, but considering the increasingly frequent Muggle attacks in recent times, I am afraid he will not be able to hide it for much longer.
The information Sebastian had investigated had been secretly sent to the Minister of Magic, Millicent. Unlike Fudge in the original book, this man had already noticed something wrong with the Death Eaters and had sent Aurors to secretly investigate Tom Riddle.
I believe that within a year or so, even the superficial peace in the wizarding world will no longer exist.
No one knows how many Horcruxes Tom Riddle has created, but the diary, the Resurrection Stone, and the Ravenclaw Diadem are certain to be the three Horcruxes.
Harry Potter and Nagini certainly didn't have it. Slytherin's locket came after Regulus grew up and became his follower. They are probably still looking for the whereabouts of the locket.
I just don't know if Hufflepuff's gold cup has become a Horcrux now.
The thoughts in my mind were in disarray, and I didn't know when I thought of Severus, Malfoy and Regulus again.
Severus will definitely not become a Death Eater now. After two years of brainwashing, Regulus knows that there are many ways to make the family prosperous, but the Black family follows Tom Riddle.
A boy with Regulus's personality would probably jump into the fire pit for his family even if he knew there was a pit of fire in front of him. Fortunately, he publicly said in the morning that he was following me, so there might be a turn for the better.
As for Lucius, Wenxiu Lord felt a headache whenever he thought of him. This guy has no way out now, and he is tied to Voldemort to death. If he wants to make the Malfoy family and Voldemort draw a clear line, he can only do it slowly.
In order to prevent Lucius from getting further trapped, the Horcruxes also had to think of ways to plant undercover agents among the Death Eaters to obtain information and reduce casualties.
Wenxiu Lord rubbed his face with his hands and murmured in a low voice, "I still have to find a way to become a Death Eater."
He didn’t want to kiss the corner of the disgusting snake-faced boiled egg’s robe! !
A wailing sound came from the bathroom, scaring Severus so much that his hands, which were handling the potion, trembled. Seeing that the herbs on the table were about to be cut into sections but were cut into dices, the boy silently took out a new batch of herbs.
Not long after the wailing subsided, Wenxiu Lord opened the bathroom door in his changed pajamas. His long hair was dripping with water, and he walked out with a towel draped over his head without any drying spell.
"What's wrong? You're screaming so loudly in the bathroom."
He threw the materials into the crucible and stirred counterclockwise according to the steps he remembered. He noticed the dripping hair of Vinciu Lord and freed his hand to raise his wand to cast another drying spell.
Wenxiu Lord pulled off the towel on his head, and the friction with his dry hair created a layer of static electricity, which made his hair explode. He was reluctant to hold the towel.
"Nothing, just too much work." He made up an excuse and walked to the crucible, asking curiously, "Aren't the orders for the next two days ready? What are you boiling?"
"I gave you the potion on the order today. You need to make up for it." Severus always answered Vincent Lord's questions.
Recalling the taste of the bottle of potion, Wenxiu Lord shuddered all over, "Okay, okay." Noticing the potion ingredients that Severus was about to add, Wenxiu Lord stopped him.
"Don't add it yet." He picked up the diced material on the corner of the table. "Add this. It will be more effective than cutting it into pieces, and it will also shorten the time it takes to brew the potion."
Severus said nothing, but expressed his agreement by picking up the potion ingredients on the corner of the table.
Seeing this, the silver-haired boy stopped disturbing him from brewing the potion and turned to sit down at his desk.
The sharp letter opener cuts through the hard envelope, and the comfortable sound reaches my ears.
He pulled out a thick stack of 5 or 6 sheets of letter paper, unfolded it in his hand, and saw the graceful cursive handwriting that was somewhat elegant for a man, covering the entirety of the letter paper in an orderly and flowing manner, with a faint fragrance lingering around his nose.
'Dear Wenxiu Lord,
When I woke up today, I heard that a cold wave had hit in the past two days. I wonder if you are okay... I am sorry for hurting your friend...
...I wonder if he has recovered...'
The content of the letter was sincere and carried the young man's guilty conscience. Wenxiu Lord read it line by line, and the whole letter showed the young man's deep thoughts.
See the last page.
'Today the sun is shining brightly, and I can smell the scent of grass and flowers in the warm breeze, and I can't wait to share it with you...
When this letter reaches you, it must have been dark. I guess the moonlight must be beautiful when you are reading this letter...'
The letterhead was signed 'Your loyal friend.'
The moonlight passes through the clouds, crosses the mountains, floats over the blue waves of the lake, and turns into incense on the letter and words on the paper.
Thoughts came from St. Mungo's.