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Almost imdiately, Bill Weasley decided to leave, taking responsibility for negotiations with Arthur Weasley, the father of the family.
"Aren't you forgetting sothing, Mr. Weasley?" I asked, getting out of bed rather abruptly. No one had changed into my pajamas, and I hadn't changed myself, either. Though, they took off my coat and jacket, leaving in a vest.
With a slight movent of my hand and magic, I put myself back in order, approaching the talking people.
"You need to rest!" exclaid Nymphadora under her mother's reproachful gaze.
"Well, we'll rest when we're dead." I waved her away and shifted my gaze to Bill. "Do you rember the gist of our conversation this morning, Mr. Weasley?"
"How dare you!" imdiately resented Molly, leaning toward and putting her hands to her sides. "In such difficult tis! Headmaster ..."
"What are you talking about?"
"About the Black family property," I smiled at Dumbledore. "The kinship with which Mrs. Weasley has so recklessly and unequivocally renounced on behalf of the Weasley family and which, the property of course, now rests quietly around Mr. Bill Weasley's neck."
"I don't have ti for such nonsense."
Bill wanted to brush off, but I decided to do the sa trick Dumbledore had done - increase the density of magic in my body. Dumbledore definitely had an idea of my minimum strength. He recognized the Protego Diabolica and did not consider it a modified Incendio. A demanding spell on both the mind and the ability to cast magic.
"Mr. Weasley," I added so chill to my voice. Oh, it's working! Bill turned pale and involuntarily took a step back. Well, he is not a fighter - another would have reached for a wand. "Are you really so anxious to ruin your life and the life of so Veela? Are you so eager to create a family based on magic akin to Amortentia? Do you realize how many lives you can destroy in a fit of selfishness? Or do you forget about the inversion of the ntal impact after adapting to it? So things, Mr. Weasley, should remain on shelves in museums or vaults, remind of their history and tis, but never be used for their intended purpose."
I said the last words, holding out my hand. Bill was silent for a few seconds, waiting for the reaction of others, but there was none - many looked at Dumbledore, trying to get his opinion, but he only slightly nodded approvingly at my words.
"Damn you. Here, take it!" Bill quite abruptly pulled the amulet from his neck and placed it in my hand.
"This is a wise act of a truly grown-up wizard," I nodded, putting the amulet in my pants pocket. "As a reward for the return of this, though not expensive, but morable item, please accept this modest reward of five hundred Galleons."
I held out the pouch of money I had received from Fudge, watching the reactions of the others in passing. Ron was almost drooling, his eyes bulging. Molly and Bill pretended like they didn't need my handouts at all, but they looked at the bag with a clear desire to take it. I even shook it a little so that there was a quiet clink of coins.
"We don't need handouts," Molly said indignantly, beating a hand outstretched by Bill, who had to agree with her. The rest of the crowd didn't say anything.
"As you wish," I shrugged, placing the pouch on my bed, which was about a foot and a half away.
"I'm glad the conflict has been resolved peacefully, now if you'll excuse ," Dumbledore very skillfully put a bit of reproach into his voice and look, and even my conscience almost woke up. Almost. "I will continue. Bill, tell your father what happened. Tell him I'll get in touch with him myself soon. But tell him to be careful. If Fudge suddenly decides that I'm interfering in the work of the Ministry..."
"Leave it to ," Bill nodded back.
The eldest Weasley son patted Harry on the shoulder, kissed his mother on the cheek, and pulled out a robe from sowhere with a magician's gesture. Putting it on and throwing an unfriendly look at , he quickly left the hospital wing.
"Minerva," the Headmaster turned to McGonagall, "ask Hagrid to co up to my office as soon as possible. And Mada Maxi, if she agrees to co."
The professor nodded silently and walked out.
"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Mada Pomfrey, "be so kind, do your best to bring Alastor back into consciousness as soon as possible. As soon as he wakes up, please, rember everything he says."
"That's what I was going to do," Madam Pomfrey replied and went to her office. She went to get the potions? Maybe so poultices? Who knows.
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