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They
followed
her
through
the
double
doors
and
along
the
narrow
corridor
beyond
,
which
was
lined
with
more
portraits
of
famous
Healers
and
lit
by
crystal
bubbles
full
of
candles
that
floated
up
on
the
ceiling
,
looking
like
giant
soapsuds
.
More
witches
and
wizards
in
lime-green
robes
walked
in
and
out
of
the
doors
they
passed
;
a
foul-smelling
yellow
gas
wafted
into
the
passageway
as
they
passed
one
door
,
and
every
now
and
then
they
heard
distant
wailing
.
They
climbed
a
flight
of
stairs
and
entered
the
Creature-Induced
Injuries
corridor
,
where
the
second
door
on
the
right
bore
the
words
:
'D
angerous
'
Dai
Llewellyn
Ward
:
Serious
Bites
.
Underneath
this
was
a
card
in
a
brass
holder
on
which
had
been
handwritten
:
Healer-in-Charge
:
Hippocrates
Smethwyck
.
Trainee
Healer
:
Augustus
Pye
.
'
We
'll
wait
outside
,
Molly
,
'
Tonks
said
.
'
Arthur
wo
n't
want
too
many
visitors
at
once
...
it
ought
to
be
just
the
family
first
.
'
Mad-Eye
growled
his
approval
of
this
idea
and
set
himself
with
his
back
against
the
corridor
wall
,
his
magical
eye
spinning
in
all
directions
.
Harry
drew
back
,
too
,
but
Mrs
Weasley
reached
out
a
hand
and
pushed
him
through
the
door
,
saying
,
'D
o
n't
be
silly
,
Harry
,
Arthur
wants
to
thank
you
.
'
The
ward
was
small
and
rather
dingy
,
as
the
only
window
was
narrow
and
set
high
in
the
wall
facing
the
door
.
Most
of
the
light
came
from
more
shining
crystal
bubbles
clustered
in
the
middle
of
the
ceiling
.
The
walls
were
of
panelled
oak
and
there
was
a
portrait
of
a
rather
vicious-looking
wizard
on
the
wall
,
captioned
:
Urquhart
Rackharrow
,
1612-1697
,
Inventor
of
the
Entrail-expelling
Curse
.
There
were
only
three
patients
.
Mr.
Weasley
was
occupying
the
bed
at
the
far
end
oi
the
ward
beside
the
tiny
window
.
Harry
was
pleased
and
relieved
to
see
that
he
was
propped
up
on
several
pillows
and
reading
the
Daily
Prophet
by
the
solitary
ray
of
sunlight
falling
on
to
his
bed
.
He
looked
up
as
they
walked
towards
him
and
,
seeing
who
it
was
,
beamed
.
'
Hello
!
'
he
called
,
throwing
the
Prophet
aside
.
'
Bill
just
left
,
Molly
,
had
to
get
back
to
work
,
but
he
says
he
'll
drop
in
on
you
later
.
'
'
How
are
you
,
Arthur
?
'
asked
Mrs.
Weasley
,
bending
down
to
kiss
his
cheek
and
looking
anxiously
into
his
face
.
'
You
're
still
looking
a
bit
peaky
.
'
'
I
feel
absolutely
fine
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
brightly
,
holding
out
his
good
arm
to
give
Ginny
a
hug
.
'
If
they
could
only
take
the
bandages
off
,
I
'd
be
fit
to
go
home
.
'
'
Why
ca
n't
they
take
them
off
,
Dad
?
'
asked
Fred
.
'
Well
,
I
start
bleeding
like
mad
every
time
they
try
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
cheerfully
,
reaching
across
for
his
wand
,
which
lay
on
his
bedside
cabinet
,
and
waving
it
so
that
six
extra
chairs
appeared
at
his
bedside
to
seat
them
all
.
'
It
seems
there
was
some
rather
unusual
kind
of
poison
in
that
snake
's
fangs
that
keeps
wounds
open
.
They
're
sure
they
'll
find
an
antidote
,
though
;
they
say
they
've
had
much
worse
cases
than
mine
,
and
in
the
meantime
I
just
have
to
keep
taking
a
Blood-Replenishing
Potion
every
hour
.
But
that
fellow
over
there
,
'
he
said
,
dropping
his
voice
and
nodding
towards
the
bed
opposite
in
which
a
man
lay
looking
green
and
sickly
and
staring
at
the
ceiling
.
'
Bitten
by
a
werewolf
,
poor
chap
.
No
cure
at
all
.
'
