Harry felt that he had a special affinity with the Medical Wing. He could even apply for a half-price monthly ticket — if there was such a thing. When Madam Pomfrey saw Harry being carried in by Snape, she frowned and put her hands on her hips. "Mr Potter?"
Harry put on a fawning smile. "I sprained my ankle …"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head in dissatisfaction. After checking Harry's injuries, Madam Pomfrey said,
She found a bottle of ointment and asked him to apply it on his ankle. When Harry applied the ointment, she also checked his body.
Other than a slight stomach problem, the boy's condition was much better than when he was sent in last year.
Madam Pomfrey rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found a bottle of green potion. She stared at Harry and drank it. She then reminded him, "Eat on time.
Eat less snacks. "
Harry, who often ate snacks for breakfast in order to sleep in, nodded guiltily.
Madame Pomfrey knocked him on the head, and went to attend the other patients.
At the same time, he stuffed a roll of gauze into Snape's hands. "Bandage him up."
Snape looked at the gauze in his hand, then looked at Harry, who was looking at him expectantly, and handed the gauze over without hesitation. "Bandage yourself."
The anticipation on Harry's face smoothly turned to frustration.
However, he still obediently took the gauze and wrapped it around his foot.
At the same time, he asked Snape, "Professor, why didn't Professor Kamia come to watch the competition today?"
Snape coldly glanced at Harry. Seeing that he was about to destroy the gauze, he finally couldn't help but slap the boy's hand away, unwrap the wrapped dumpling, and bandage it again.
Harry puffed up his cheeks and secretly laughed, but then he continued to ask, "Professor, Kamia …"
"Potter, did you get hit in the head by a wandering ball, or did someone pour water into your brain, or do you not have a brain at all?" Snape fiercely tied a knot while spraying venom. "Otherwise, why would you think that I know about Mrs. Lovegood's private affairs?"
Harry shrunk his neck and did some reading in his mind. Could it be that Snape thought that Kamia was a married woman, and he, as an older single man, should avoid arousing suspicion?
Snape didn't know what Harry was thinking, but looking at the boy's expression, it was probably not very serious.
The two of them stared at each other for a while before the guests arrived one after another.
The first to arrive were Malfoy and his son. They came with Professor McGonagall.
Usually, people privately compared the Malfoys to peacocks, and it seemed that it wasn't without reason. Just now, the two Malfoys had also been drenched in the rain on the football field, but now they were neat and dry, and not even a strand of hair was out of place. Harry looked at himself again. Although his clothes had been dried by Snape's spell, they were wrinkled and stuck to his body. As for his hair … well, let's not talk about the hair.
Lucius Malfoy didn't put on airs, which was rare, and gave Harry an almost amiable smile. "So, Mr. Potter, as far as I know, you have saved Drac twice in a crisis."
Yes, that's the tone. Harry sighed in his heart. The first time he met Drac in Diagon Alley, he spoke in such a slow and breathless tone.
Drac stood behind her father and also said slowly to Harry, "Thank you very much, Potter."
Seeing that Harry was just sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly in a daze, Lucius didn't show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he continued in his gorgeous and elegant voice. "Naturally, words are not enough to express the Malfoys' gratitude. Mr. Potter, since I have already appreciated your outstanding Quidditch skills, I think that perhaps a better broom would be able to better display your abilities? "
Harry blinked, as if he couldn't extract the key information from Lucius's long sentence. Drac had to interject. "Potter, crossbows have recently been on the market."
"Of course, this doesn't mean that Drac's life is only worth a crossbow. Mr. Potter, perhaps you would like to spend a Christmas holiday at the Malfoy Manor?" Lucius added.
After being stunned for a moment, Harry seemed to come back to his senses. He slowly shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Malfoy, I don't need crossbows … Besides, Drac and I are friends. Secondly, the Wandering Ball today was originally targeting me." Harry looked at Lucius and shrugged. "Speaking of which, I implicated Drac."
Lucius didn't look very surprised, but he still said with a fake smile, "Obviously, I saw you pull Drac out of danger with my own eyes. A little gratitude —"
"I don't want your crossbow." Harry interrupted Lucius and stubbornly shook his head.
Drac finally couldn't stand it anymore. She gently tugged at the corner of Lucius's clothes. "Father, since Potter said so …"
Seeing his son's expression, Lucius didn't insist. He turned to Harry and said a bunch of words of gratitude before leaving. He also took Drac with him. He needed to further confirm Harry's so-called "friendship."
"Tsk tsk, listening to them is like listening to 'Rhetoric' …" Harry almost fainted from Lucius' inlaid sentences. He could not help but complain as he watched their backs. When he turned around, he saw Snape leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and staring at him. "Professor?"
Snape stared coldly at Harry for a long time until the child finally couldn't stand it anymore and sneezed. Only then did he say in a cold voice, "You said that the wandering ball was aimed at you. Is this the arrogance of a savior, or …" Snape didn't finish his sentence, but from his unfriendly gaze, it was obvious that he didn't treat Harry as a simple victim.
However, Harry felt wronged. "Professor, I almost fell to my death!"
Snape sneered. "A little trick to please the crowd?"
In fact, while Snape was mocking Harry, his mind was filled with all kinds of questions. What was the origin of the wandering ball with a self-destruct program? Why didn't Kamia appear the entire morning? What does Dumbledore know? That Bart Allen, what does he know? And the most despicable and troublesome thing is Harry Potter. Although he pretends to be innocent, he definitely knows something!
After giving Harry the cold shoulder for a long time, Snape became more and more displeased. He turned around and wanted to leave to see what Dumbledore was talking about at the tea party. However, before he could step out of the Medical Wing, another source of his displeasure was sent into the Medical Wing.
The door was pushed open with a bang, almost hitting Snape in the face. Then, Harry saw a panic-stricken Xenophilius Lovegood standing at the door with Kamia in her arms, followed by a group of people.
"Is there a doctor? A doctor? Professor Snape, help me take a look at Kamia … "Xenophilius rushed in recklessly, incoherently asking for help from everyone he could see.
Seeing this, Harry also stood up. Xenophilius carefully placed Kamia on the bed next to Harry's. The bad-tempered female professor looked dizzy, but she was not completely unconscious. She was mumbling something indistinctly.
"Kamia … What's wrong with the professor?" Harry saw that Xenophilius was crazy, so he could only turn his head and ask the large group behind him: Lockhart, Ron, Hermione, and the others.
Lockhart made an exaggerated "I don't know" gesture, then leaned in front of Harry and said mysteriously, "Hey … Harry Potter, I saw what you did today. It was very good, very eye-catching … Speaking of which, my healing magic is not bad either …"
"I don't want you!" Harry bluntly rejected Lockhart's plan to pull out his bones, then looked at his friends behind him. "What's wrong with Professor Kamia?"
Hermione and the others shook their heads in unison and said, "We met Mr Lovegood on the way to visit you …"
On the other side, Madam Pomfrey had finished a round of examination on Kamia, but her expression was a little solemn. Xenophilius seemed to be trying hard to suppress his emotions before he asked a complete question. "What's wrong with her?"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head hesitantly. "She's fine … I mean, I didn't find anything wrong with her. Xenophilius, you have to tell me what happened to her. "She frowned and first took out a bottle of tranquilizer potion and handed it to Xenophilius.
The wizard took the potion but did not drink it. Instead, he calmed himself down and explained, "… I come to the Hogwarts every week to see Kamia, Luna, and Tommy. This is what Luna told me … But when I came today, I saw Kamia lying on the bed like this. I touched her forehead, she didn't have a fever …"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "Of course she didn't have a fever. Children, have you noticed that Professor Kamia has been unwell recently? "The children looked at each other, indicating that they had not noticed anything.
While they were talking, Harry slowly walked to Kamia's bedside and lowered his head to listen carefully to what she wanted to say.
The female professor's face was so pale that it seemed to have drained all the blood. Her usual arrogant, teasing, and sloppy expression was replaced by confusion and fragility. Harry leaned over slightly and heard Kamia mumbling, "Maya …"
"What did you say?!" Harry's face changed instantly when he heard it clearly.
At this time, the others in the room also looked over. Xenophilius immediately rushed over, looking anxiously at Kamia and then at Harry. "Kamia … Harry Potter? You're Harry Potter? How is Kamia? " He seemed to want to hold Kamia's hand, but then he shrank back in fear.
Harry did not answer because Kamia suddenly opened her eyes. Her confused gaze swept across Harry and Xenophilius, then fell on the glass window — or rather, the pouring rain outside the window. Then, fear and uneasiness swept over her. She murmured, "Brother …"
Madam Pomfrey asked Snape and Lockhart to separate Harry and Xenophilius. Then, she deliberated and checked Kamia's body again. Looking at the purple light, the female doctor gasped. "Kamia …"
"What's wrong with her?" Several people asked at the same time, including Dumbledore, who had appeared at the door.
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