Harry potter catastrophe

"Is anyone at school injured?" Harry looked at the hospital bed. Last time Fred was so serious that he didn't even close the curtain.

"Who knows?" Hermione didn't care much about this. She just came with Harry to get medicine. There were also many people in Gryffindor who had serious colds.

She thought about picking up a bottle, taking it back for study, and asking Madam Pomfrey for advice.

"Maybe it's Carney," Harry said suddenly.

"It's so possible. Wasn't Carney recommended by Professor McGonagall to go to the Transfiguration Exchange Meeting?" Professor McGonagall had already told them about Carney's situation at noon yesterday, and it might take more than a month.

"Besides, do you think Carney will go into the infirmary?" Even if Carney was slightly injured, Hermione would still believe it, but it was basically impossible to go into the infirmary and lie down on a bed.

Carney was hit by nine lightning bolts, but he was fine and still alive and kicking. It was hard for Hermione to think of anything in Hogwarts that could hurt Carney.

"That's right." Harry's voice was a little muffled. After clearing his nose, his nostrils were automatically blocked again, and he could only breathe out through one nostril.

Carney had already gotten up from the hospital bed, with gauze and medicine tied on his back. There was no need to worry about bleeding on his back. What he was worried about now was that Harry and Hermione would discover him.

Fortunately, he didn't tell Harry and the others about the Transfiguration Exchange Meeting so early. Now he had to use this excuse to explain the time he was recovering from his injuries.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry asked suddenly, because Hermione had quietly walked to Carney's bed.

"Shh!" Hermione gently held up a corner of the curtain, he wanted to confirm.

Carney's visit to the Transfiguration Exchange Meeting was too sudden, without any warning, and he didn't leave any words when he left. It was so strange.

But Dean McGonagall said it herself, and Principal Dumbledore also knew about it, so Hermione and the others didn't doubt it either.

But what Harry just said is not impossible. It might really be Carney. The school has indeed not heard of anyone from the college or teacher being seriously injured or ill recently.

Only Carney suddenly went to the Transfiguration Exchange Meeting, and Hermione was eager to know if it was Carney inside.

Nothing!

Hermione opened the curtain and saw that the hospital bed was unoccupied, the pillows and quilt were wrinkled, and there was a finished medicine cup beside the bedside table.

"No one? It seems that Madam Pomfrey forgot to pull it back, which made me guess so much." Harry also thought that Carney was lying inside.

"What are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey came in with a basket and saw Harry and Hermione in front of the hospital bed, with the curtains mostly open.

"We, Sneezes, are here to get cold medicine." Harry sneezed out again, "Many people on the Quidditch team are getting more serious."

"What are you doing in front of this hospital bed? There's still..." Madam Pomfrey walked over quickly, but stopped appropriately when she saw that the hospital bed was unoccupied.

"It hasn't been sorted out yet. Some potion bottles cannot be taken casually." Madam Pomfrey put the basket away. She already understood Carney's healing ability.

Three-quarters of such a large wound healed in one night. It should be healed during most of the day, and you can simply get out of bed.

When I came back from lunch at noon, all that was left was a scar that was as thick as a finger and as long as my arm. It was sutured and patched with medical patches and bandages, and the treatment was complete.

She did detect strong healing properties in Carney's blood, but it's unclear whether it has other harmful effects. Her detection ability is limited.

"It's best not to go out for training on the recent rainy days. Your Quidditch game is the worst. Someone broke his leg yesterday." Madam Pomfrey took out a small box.

"How many?"

"Ten bottles." Hermione took out the bag and glanced at the basket. "There are a few people in the common room who have some serious colds."

"I don't have to do anything today, so I'm just going to make some cold medicine for you." Madam Pomfrey took out ten bottles. She was tired of mixing this recently.

"Maybe I can help you," Hermione said, looking at the basket.

"All you need to do is take good care of yourself and that will be of greatest help to me." Madam Pomfrey put away the medicine box.

"You can teach me how to prepare it. I've been coming to the infirmary to help when I have time recently." Hermione said, "I'm number one in potions, so I think I'm capable of it."

"Hermione, don't you still have two hundred books?" Harry picked up a bottle of potion and started taking it. He couldn't wait to cure his illness.

"And I've never seen you interested in medical treatment before." Harry shook his head to see if he had any strange symptoms.

This morning's potion made people's faces turn red after drinking it, and it took a while for them to turn back.

"The work in the infirmary is not about refining potions in the Potions class. Patients with various illnesses and injuries need to be treated carefully. It is not as simple as the potion failing and the crucible exploding." Madam Pomfrey looked at Carney's empty space.

bed.

"I understand that I can do simple things in the infirmary, such as mixing cold medicine." Hermione said that this was indeed her original purpose, but it may not be the case now.

"Hmm..." Madam Pomfrey thought for a moment.

Don't promise, don't promise, don't promise.

Carney stood on the inside of the curtain and listened to their conversation. When Hermione approached, Carney became invisible and tucked Xiao Hei's exposed tail.

What would Hermione do if she stayed here to kill her spare time, even though his injury might be gone tomorrow?

But according to Professor McGonagall's temperament, he may have to wait until the bandages are removed and his body recovers before he can leave the infirmary.

"Of course." Madam Pomfrey thought for a moment and decided. Dispensing cold medicine for the whole school was a big project for her alone.

"If you volunteer, you can come tomorrow."

Although it is impossible for the whole school to catch a cold, the number of people with colds has been increasing, and the Quidditch teams of two houses are also training at risk.

It should be easier to have a clever student to help. There are students who manage books and clean the library, and there are also people who take care of the plants in the greenhouse.

So, to start with, her infirmary should also need it.

If she wasn't the only doctor in the school, she would have applied to Principal Dumbledore for a medical class. She could teach the students treatment knowledge.

However, the school's expenses this year seem to be higher than before, and there is no spare money to hire a highly skilled doctor.

She couldn't be away from work for long periods of time, and someone had to be in the infirmary at all times. She felt that the start of classes was far away.

"Thank you." Hermione took the medicine and walked out of the infirmary with Harry.

"Mr. Strang, you can come out now." Madam Pomfrey began to continue working on other things and took out the things in the basket.

"I want to keep this a secret." Carney appeared, not caring how Madam Pomfrey discovered him.

"Didn't you hide it well just now?" Madam Pomfrey gave the clothes to Carney, "because the wound on the back was not treated before. Now, put on the hospital clothes."

"I've also washed your wizard robes for you, and I went to Magna's to pick up a set of school uniforms." Madam Pomfrey cleared the medicine trays and medicine cups on the bedside table and returned to the mixing table with them.

Half of the cold medicine in the box has been taken away. I guess there won't be enough tomorrow, so I'd better mix some more and save them.

"By the way, how did you know that I was hiding nearby?" Carney thought about it and thought that it was the same. He could just become invisible.

"You smell of medicine." Madam Pomfrey only needed to smell the faint smell of medicine in the air to know that Carney had not left the infirmary.

"I feel like my brain has become dull after lying down for a long time." Carney put on his hospital clothes, took out the pendant from under the pillow, and put his school uniform and wizard robe into the pendant.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, I think I can be discharged from the hospital every day." Carney found a book on the table, lay down on the bed and started reading.

"No, I have to remove the cloth and make sure everything is okay before I let you go." Madam Pomfrey said, "Whether your wound will be infected or not may be infected, and the previous poison will need to be observed for a few days.

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I knew it was really troublesome...