The Young Dragon Gathers Intelligence, Drives Up the Price

Hermione was immediately intrigued; Aaron actually asked for help.

"Tell me about it. If it's too difficult, then I'm afraid I can't help you."

"It's very simple, you could even say it's a piece of cake."

I just need you to buy me some food: vegetables, seafood, and various kinds of meat.

Upon hearing this, Hermione's eye twitched. "I don't understand what you need all this for?"

"I have a friend who likes to lock himself in his room when he's studying magic. This food is for him," Aaron said without batting an eye.

Friends are synonymous with Thought Form; he was just stating the truth.

"Really?" Hermione asked, half-believing.

"It's absolutely true, I promise I'm not lying to you." Aaron said, picking Abei up. "The money you need is in its pocket. It can buy as much as it can within a thousand Galleon."

After you buy it, just hand it over. I've upgraded its pockets several times; it can definitely hold everything.

In return, you may take it to the hospital to treat Mr. Weasley's injuries, but you mustn't let anyone else see it.

"This isn't quite right!" Hermione's lips unconsciously curled up, her voice sounding somewhat insincere, clearly showing her strong support for Aaron's decision.

"It's just treating Mr. Weasley's injuries, it's nothing serious."

But you have to take good care of it for me. It absolutely mustn't go hungry, but it also absolutely mustn't be spoiled. I hope its health won't have changed much after its vacation.

Hermione nodded blankly, then picked up Abei and headed to Hogsmeade Station.

After Aaron returned, he told the other person Thought Form his plans, and unsurprisingly received a cold shoulder from them.

"How could you come up with such an unreliable idea as sending Abei to gather information?"

"It was just a whim!" Aaron calmly poured himself a glass of wine. "The Dark Lord's activities are becoming more and more frequent, and he has already started attacking members of Order of the Phoenix."

This is a harbinger of war, and in this situation, we need sufficient intelligence to have the capacity to remain neutral.

"That's true, but Dumbledore isn't unaware of Abei's identity, and given our knowledge of Dragon Language, he can definitely guess our purpose."

"But he won't stop us, will he?" Aaron said meaningfully. "On the contrary, as long as he wants to drag us down with him, he won't hide anything from us."

Moreover, Abei is already five years old, and it can't stay by our side as a baby dragon forever. Letting it openly collect information about the dragons is also a kind of training.

Besides, we didn't get this information for nothing; saving Arthur Weasley's life is a fair trade.

The following day, a Knight Bus parked in Grimmauld Place.

Hermione staggered down the stairs, taking several deep breaths of fresh air to stop the urge to S.P.E.W..

Unlike Muggle cars, Magical Cars have no advantages other than speed, and the experience is more than ten times worse than Portkey or Apparition.

She led Abei into Order of the Phoenix's headquarters, 12 Grimmauld Place.

Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George were at St Mungo's Hospital taking care of the injured Arthur. Only Sirius Black, Ron, Harry, and Ginny remained at headquarters.

Sirius Black's face lit up with delight when he saw Hermione enter.

He is currently wanted by the Ministry of Magic and cannot leave the country; he must remain at headquarters.

Meanwhile, the official members of the Order of the Phoenix were all busy completing Dumbledore's tasks, leaving him unable to do anything. Over time, he inevitably felt lonely and depressed.

Fortunately, Arthur was injured, Weasley family would stay here while he was hospitalized, which made him feel the long-lost liveliness and his mood became much brighter.

"Welcome! I thought you'd be home for Christmas!"

"I've spoken to my father and they've allowed me to come here for Christmas."

"This is amazing!" Sirius Black exclaimed with delight, but the next moment he noticed Abei, who was squatting next to Hermione. "Aaron, did you know you brought it?"

"He's the one who handed Abei over to me."

"Then let's do it." Sirius Black looked at the harmless and unusually well-behaved Abei, and a strange sense of wariness arose in his heart, but he didn't care too much.

Is Mr. Weasley still at St Mungo's Hospital?

"Arthur is badly injured. You can visit him tomorrow and bring him his Christmas present. Also..." Sirius Black paused, then lowered his voice, "Harry isn't in a good mood. I didn't see him come out for dinner. Maybe you could try to talk to him for me."

Hearing this, Hermione frowned slightly. "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know. It happened like this after I came back from the hospital with Ron and the others. They're hiding and won't see anyone."

"I'll go take a look."

Hermione's room is on the third floor, and Harry's bedroom is located here.

However, when they opened the door, Harry was not there. Ron and Ginny were lying on the bed, one bored, and the other casually flipping through the Daily Prophet.

"Hermione." Ginny looked at her with some delight, then turned her gaze to Abei and asked in surprise, "Why did you bring it here?"

"Aaron gave it to me; perhaps it can heal Mr. Weasley's wounds."

"Oh right! I almost forgot it also has healing abilities." Ron realized, looking at Abei with a hint of anticipation.

"Is Harry not here?"

"He's on the fifth floor, with Buckbeak."

"What's going on?"

"Yesterday when we went to visit Dad, we overheard a little secret," Ron said hesitantly. "Harry thinks he's been possessed by You-Know-Who, and he feels like he's become the snake that attacked my dad."

He doesn't want to see anyone now, partly because he can't accept it himself, and partly because he's probably afraid of hurting us!

"That's utter nonsense," Hermione said, her voice a mixture of anger and amusement.

"We think so too, but he doesn't," Ron said with a hint of helplessness. "If it weren't for Headmaster Phineas's message to Dumbledore telling him to stay here, he might have already run away."

"Please wait a moment, I'll bring him down right away."

He needs a little encouragement; locking himself in his room won't do.

Hermione went up to the fifth floor and knocked on the door.

"I know you're here. Why don't you come out and talk?"

A short while later, Harry opened the door, looking extremely haggard.

"Why are you here? And why did you bring it?"

"I plan to spend Christmas here, and Abei can treat Mr. Weasley's injuries."

"We can try tomorrow, but we need to talk about your problem first," Hermione said irritably. "You just had a dream; it's not like you haven't had nightmares like this before."

"This time it's different." Harry shook his head with a wry smile. "I've never felt this clearly before, like I've turned into a snake and seen Weasley through the snake's eyes, and then... I bit him."

If it was Voldemort's magic that took me out of school and transported me to London, then...

"Then you shouldn't be standing here like that." Hermione gave him a look of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities. "I've said it more than once: Hogwarts doesn't allow Apparition. Even Voldemort couldn't take you out of the castle."

"This..." Harry was stunned for a moment, "Really?"

"Of course it's true," Hermione said with certainty. "You should go up to the third floor now; Ron and Ginny are very worried about you."

Harry a little relieved and followed Hermione back to the third floor. When he saw Ron and Ginny, he felt inexplicably awkward.

"Hermione did a good job, you've finally decided to see us," Ron said sarcastically.

"It's because you didn't come to see me," Harry said guiltily.

Ron rolled his eyes, not wanting to argue with him about this. "Dude, I want to say that you were rolling around in bed before I woke you up, so your worries are completely unnecessary."

"I was also possessed by You-Know-Who," Ginny said. "At that time, I had no idea what I was doing, but you can remember everything you did."

"Oh, this..."

Harry was speechless, but felt incredibly relieved.

Things weren't as bad as he thought; Voldemort wouldn't control him to hurt others.

The next day, they received a pile of Christmas gifts.

The festive atmosphere was especially strong in Grimmauld Place. Sirius Black was particularly happy because his house was full of people, and he even hummed a song involuntarily.

Molly Weasley, on the other hand, seemed rather downcast. As usual, she prepared Christmas gifts for the children, and everyone else happily accepted them. Only Percy returned the gifts without even asking about her father's injury, as if she was determined to sever ties with them.

After lunch, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley family, accompanied by Moody and Lupin, went to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

They entered the hospital lobby by passing through an unsightly glass display window.

Mrs. Weasley led them up to the second floor, where they stopped at the second door on the right.

In the hospital room, Weasley was leaning against several pillows, reading today's Daily Prophet, with a half-eaten turkey meal on his lap. He looked to be in very good condition.

"You've arrived." Weasley's face lit up with a happy smile as soon as he saw everyone. "Merry Christmas! What gifts did you all receive?"

"Harry, the screwdriver and fuses you gave me are really awesome."

Before Harry could speak, Mrs. Weasley interrupted him angrily, "Arthur, why have your bandages been changed? Didn't they say they'd be changed tomorrow?"

"Uh... well, that..."

"Don't be angry, Molly. Actually, it was Augustus Pai who came up with the idea. The intern therapist in this ward has some knowledge of Muggle treatments, so..."

"So you started experimenting on yourself with Muggle methods," Mrs. Weasley said, each word deliberate, sending a chill down the spine of the already injured Arthur Weasley.

Gollum!

Weasley swallowed hard. "This is called suturing. It's like stitching the wound together with thread."

"What? When did you become so stupid?"

"Um..." Hermione said timidly, "Could I say a word first?"

"Of course, child." Mrs. Weasley immediately lit up with a smile.

"The stitches are quite effective for non-magical wounds; the snake venom probably melted the stitches."

"You heard me, Arthur," Mrs. Weasley said coldly. "Let me remind you what a non-magical wound is!"

"That's why we brought it," Ron said with some pride. "It will definitely cure Dad."

"Shut up, Ron. I will never allow you to experiment on your father with any of that nonsense."

"But, Mom..." Ron was about to explain when Harry glared at him and stopped him.

This isn't Weasley's private ward. Besides him, there are two other patients: one bitten by Werewolf and depressed, and the other a witch bitten by an unknown creature.

If they see Abei's abilities, who knows what kind of trouble they might cause.

This is a hospital, after all. If the therapists knew there was a Fantastic Beasts here with healing abilities, they probably wouldn't be able to leave today.

"Fred, George," Harry said, "Could you please draw two curtains? We need to treat Weasley using a special method, and it's not convenient for other people to see."

The two brothers, who were watching their mother scold their father with glee, noticed Harry's serious look and immediately patted their chests to assure him, "No problem."

"Wait for us, we'll be right back."

"No need for that." Moody simply pulled out his Wand and conjured two partitions, dividing the ward into three areas.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Speak quickly if you have something to say. Although I've blocked the sound here, I don't know when someone might come over."

"Wait a minute, what special method?" Mrs. Weasley asked, puzzled.

"You'll see in a moment. I assure you the chances of success are very high, and even if it fails, it won't have any negative impact on Mr. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley didn't ask any more questions, Harry then looked at Hermione, or rather, at Abei, whom she was holding in her arms.

"It's up to you now." Hermione placed Abei on the hospital bed. "Let's begin!"

However, Abei smirked arrogantly, his innocent eyes fixed on the turkey meal on Weasley's lap.

"What... does this mean?" Ginny asked, puzzled. "What happened to the promised treatment?!"

"It's obvious." Hermione sighed helplessly. "Eat first, then work."

"One probably won't be enough," Ron said reluctantly. "It has a huge appetite."

Abei nodded seriously, then raised his right claw, revealing five silver claws to everyone.

"Five turkeys?" Hermione couldn't help but click her tongue. "No, Aaron told me I can't let you eat too much. What if you get fat?"

Abei remained unmoved. Of all things, the master was the most important, and besides the master, eating was the most important thing.

It had finally escaped its master's supervision, and the wicked Jeans Butler was not to be outdone. If it didn't take this opportunity to satisfy its appetite, it would be letting its stomach down.

"No problem, I agree." Harry said immediately. It's just five turkeys, nothing compared to curing Mr. Weasley.