"Harry is bleeding?"
"Harry was beaten until he bled?"
"Harry was beaten until he vomited blood?"
"Harry's on his period from the beating?"
"…"
Seeing that the situation was deteriorating in the direction of affecting the relationship between the two schools,
Pietro quickly remedied, and then scratched his head under the pressure of everyone looking at him, "It's just a guess … a guess …"
Harry pressed on the bleeding scar,
He wanted to cry but had no tears, "You guys … I think I can still be saved."
Holding Harry and leaving the pool area, the group met the girls who were also engaged in social activities next door. Hermione saw Harry's face covered with blood,
She was shocked.
After asking about the situation, she hurriedly said, "Wait for me."
Under everyone's expectant gaze,
She turned around and took out a band-aid from her bag.
It was still Hello!
Kitty's pattern.
Harry was actually not in much pain at this time,
But he couldn't resist the warm care of his friends, so he had to bear the Hello on his forehead.
Kitty was escorted to the medical room. This medical room was established after Academy X was expanded into Marvel Academy. After all, Hank and Banner were also very busy. It was really difficult to deal with so many naughty kids.
Dr. Mccoy, who was stationed in the medical room, was a mutant with a bad temper. His mutant ability was "Healing".
He was also a first-level assistant.
On weekdays, he dealt with students who broke their arms, legs, and wings.
When he saw Harry, who was escorted to see a small scar, he couldn't help but snort, wondering why these international students were so delicate.
Tearing off the band-aid without gentleness, Dr. Mccoy took an ointment and wanted Harry to go back and apply it himself.
But he found that something was wrong, so he took a closer look.
At the same time, he asked Bobby, who was behind Harry, "How did he get hurt?"
Bobby glanced at Harry.
He could only tell the accident that happened in the pool.
He didn't know anything else.
As a result, Dr. Mccoy glared at Bobby, "You mean this little kid choked on water and got a scar — a lightning-shaped scar?"
He smiled helplessly.
Bobby could only ask with a good temper, "Is there anything wrong with Harry's scar?"
Mccoy glared at the little rascal, put down the ointment in his hand, and turned to place his palm on Harry's forehead. Harry was stunned for a moment, and then felt that Mccoy's palm was warm and comfortable. The others noticed that the spot where Mccoy's palm and Harry's palm was emitting a faint blue light. Then, Harry's head stopped bleeding.
Ron looked at it with great interest. "Healing magic?"
Mccoy retracted his hand and glanced at the crowd. "So free? All of them are shirtless. Are they here to get vaccinated or to be gay? Why don't you go back to your practice and do your homework? "
The group of students was fine, but the little wizards shuddered. They saw Professor Mcgonagall in a trance and subconsciously turned to leave.
Seeing that Harry also wanted to leave, Mccoy sneered with a huge syringe, "Don't go first. I see that your glabella is black and your eyes are dull. You have suffered a bloody disaster today. You still need to be treated."
Looking at the needle that was thicker than his blood vessels, Harry took a deep breath and reached out to grab Ron. So Mccoy's gaze began to wander between Harry and Ron's wrists. Ron quickly pressed Harry and pulled his arm out. "Take care, brother!" He ran away quickly.
"No –" Harry looked at the needle that was gradually approaching him, and his gaze gradually turned to despair.
"Humph!" Mccoy pulled out the needle with one hand and poured the medicine directly into Harry's mouth. The boy choked and tears came out of his eyes.
"Doctor … cough cough …" Harry covered his throat. "What did you feed me?"
McCoy casually threw the syringe bottle into the trash bin and said indifferently, "Cold Medicine." Seeing the confused look on the boy's face, he explained, "You just came out of the pool. You didn't even dry yourself, and now you're here with the air conditioner at 16 degrees Celsius. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Was there such a thing? Harry touched the goosebumps on his arms and felt a little cold. He quickly pulled a hospital gown from the side and wrapped it around his arms.
Mccoy sat down leisurely behind the table again. "The scar on your forehead … it doesn't look new."
So, it was because of the scar that he kept him here. In fact, although Harry was already in a cooperative relationship with Professor Xavier and Hank, the two of them were cautious and considerate. So, even though they knew that he was hiding something, they didn't really interrogate him. It was this strange and rude doctor who asked the question.
Harry only said, "Yes, this scar has been on my forehead since I was a child. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with it? "
Mccoy didn't answer. Instead, he took out a bottle of vodka from the drawer on the side of the long table. He took a sip and said, "Has it bled before?"
"No. It just hurts sometimes, "Harry answered truthfully.
"When?"
This was not easy to answer. For example, when he was exploring with the superbrain, or when Nihon approached him. Harry hesitated and only answered, "When it's cloudy, and when I have nightmares … and when I'm in a bad mood."
"Repetitive and cumbersome." Mccoy took a sip of the vodka and gave a simple comment on Harry's answer.
Harry tried to understand what the doctor meant. "You're saying … when I'm in a bad mood, the scar will hurt?"
Mccoy waved his hand and said, "My mutant ability is healing. In other words, to a certain extent, I can eliminate negative conditions on anyone, such as bleeding, fractures, diseases, and so on. But there's one more thing, negative emotions. "Mccoy looked impatient." It's probably the effect of a strong tranquilizer. "
"But you …" Mccoy pointed at Harry. "I can't remove the scar on your forehead."
This was normal. After all, it was a soul injury. Harry thought. Then, he heard Mccoy say, "And when I examined it, I found a lot of negative emotions accumulated in this scar. It doesn't belong to you … No, it doesn't belong to you completely. I don't know if it's absorbing your negative emotions or what, but I suspect that it's the entrance to another parallel world, a world full of negativity and hatred. Once the door is opened, negative energy will pour out … "
"Old man, you're drunk again." A gentle and calm voice said what Harry was thinking. Then, Hank pushed Professor X's wheelchair in.
Harry called out obediently, and Mccoy symbolically hid the bottle behind the pile of medical records. Then, he said with a fake smile, "I've long heard that there's an unusual international student this time. It wasn't easy for me to catch him."
Harry was confused. "What???"
The professor seemed to have "heard" the whole conversation. He immediately said to the alcoholic doctor, "So, is there any way to treat Harry's headache?"
The experiment on the superbrain had reached a bottleneck. Harry almost always fainted after the experiment, and Charles dared not let him directly search for Voldemort's whereabouts.
"Treat?" Mccoy almost laughed out loud. "Why don't you let me treat the pinkeye of the small laser eye?"
Scott's laser eye was connected to another dimension.
"I see …" Professor X also had a headache.
Harry, who was being discussed, touched his forehead and had an idea. "Professor Xavier, maybe it does lead to another world?"
Professor X looked at Harry in confusion, waiting for him to explain.
"I mean …" Harry organized his words. "In the theory of wizards, black magic can directly cause damage to the soul, and the scars caused by the damage to the soul generally can't be healed. This is why my scars can't be removed. But there's one more thing. Magic can be traced back, so wizards can use the traces left behind by magic to reconstruct the situation and track down the culprit. Serious magic damage that leaves a scar on the soul can also create a connection between the victim and the perpetrator. "
When Harry paused, Professor X quickly interjected, "So, the mysterious person we're tracking left the scars on you?"
Harry nodded. Professor X did not ask any more questions, even though he had seen Harry without scars.
"He … used the Death Curse on me. It's an unforgivable curse of wizards." Harry did not intend to tell the story now. "So, I established a very subtle connection with him." But Kamia had already taken out the soul fragment, so this connection should not exist. This meant that the scar did not lead to Voldemort, but to Nihon, who was attached to Voldemort's body. "Sometimes, I can see some images related to him …"
"What did you see today?" Hank had heard about Harry's bleeding scars from the students.
Harry frowned slightly. "Dementors. I saw a lot of Dementors." That scene could be called hell on earth.
Other than Harry, only Professor X knew what Dementors were and knew about the turmoil in Azkaban. He frowned. "So, the mysterious person is gathering the Dementors and preparing to make a move?" To be precise, if he made a move, he would leave some clues for others to follow. So, this information could not be considered good or bad.
"The problem is …" Harry smiled bitterly. "I can't tell if what I saw was real or not, or if it was a trap set by him. And I can't let go of my brain, because he can also spy on our movements through the scar. "Fortunately, Harry's Brain Seal had been perfected.
Mccoy, who was the most confused among them, suddenly interjected. "I advise you to keep your brain locked. I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm afraid that the black cloud on your head is not very friendly. You might accidentally — bam! It will crawl into your brain."
Professor X had also thought of this, so he did not want Harry to take the initiative to spy on the mysterious person. But the experiment with the superbrain had not made any progress. He was worried. "But we still have to pay attention to the Dementors. Abusi told me about the characteristics of Dementors. They live by sucking happiness …"
Harry raised a hand, indicating that he had something to say. "From what I saw, if it's true, I'm afraid that these Dementors have been hungry for a long time."
"So, the mysterious person must have prepared a big meal for them." Professor X clenched his hands on the armrest.
Harry continued. "When a group of hungry Dementors gathers together, no matter where he hides them, there will be a strange phenomenon." Think about the bleak weather in Azkaban. "Dark, bleak, rainy … Dementors can't live in a sunny day."
"So, we need to check the weather report and find a place with abnormal weather recently?" Mccoy asked.
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