Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

Along the way, a few people just lowered their heads and hurried on, looking a little heavy.

Even Ron, who always liked to tell a few jokes, kept his mouth closed and scratched his head irritably from time to time, looking a little uneasy.

Arriving at the entrance of the campus hospital, Meka Anders saw Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey standing there, both wearing white masks, frowning and talking about something, and the atmosphere was slightly heavy.

The hospital smelled like medicine, and even with the mask on, I could vaguely smell something.

They all put on masks, it seems something happened over Hagrid's side... Meka thought to herself.

Professor Dumbledore turned his head, looked at Meka, then turned to Madam Pomfrey, and ordered:

"Madam Pomfrey, I'll trouble you next."

"It should be." Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall nodded, their foreheads wrinkled into a deep line, and they waved to a few people:

"Come with me, kids."

"Can I ask a question? Madam Pomfrey?" Harry suddenly raised his hand.

Madam Pomfrey looked at him and said, "You tell me."

Harry hesitated and asked, "Is it Hagrid..."

Before the second half of the sentence was uttered, Madam Pomfrey interrupted with a hum, as if to deliberately downplay the anxiety caused by the topic.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other with worry and fear in their eyes.

Maybe he was afraid that Hagrid would die like the goat, or maybe he was worried that he would become like that... Meka looked at them and said:

"Come on, follow Madam Pomfrey."

The three Harrys came to their senses, walked a few steps quickly, and hurriedly followed Madam Pomfrey.

Ta, tap, tap, the footsteps sounded too sharp in the quiet campus hospital, as if they were about to break the hearts of those restless people if they were not careful.

Maika could hear Harry's breathing getting heavier.

He glanced at Hermione again. A few strands of hair were hanging down from her forehead, blocking her vision, like a haze.

But she didn't pay attention at all, she just looked down at Ron's footsteps in front of her and followed step by step.

It seems that they are under a lot of pressure... Meka observed a few people and thought to himself.

But think about it too.

The goat's death was almost before their eyes, and the visual impact was great. At this moment, the professors' serious looks and hasty arrangements made several people feel great pressure, as if the sky was falling. .

Especially since this matter is directly related to death.

"Will you die..." Hermione suddenly spoke softly in the terrible silence.

The corner of Harry's right eye suddenly twitched, as if he was startled, but his muscles did not react.

He exhaled deeply, like a drowning man taking his first breath out of the water.

"No." He glanced at Hermione and whispered, "We will be fine. The professors are all here."

"Hey, can you two stop being scary..." Ron smiled, but his smile was a little stiff.

"Professor Dumbledore is outside. What could happen? A goat died before, not a human..."

He said it in a slightly joking tone, as if to adjust the atmosphere, but neither Harry nor Hermione had the intention to respond to this joke.

After a moment, Hermione said, "I hope so."

Several people arrived at a clean clinic, and Meka looked inside.

The white floor, the white table, the white chairs, everything seems to be white here.

Madam Pomfrey stood at the door and said to several people:

"Come in one by one, the rest of you will wait here, don't move around - who of you will come first?"

Meka looked at Harry and the three of them, none of them seemed to have reacted yet.

Smiling, he was the first to speak:

"I'll do it."

Madam Pomfrey's brows were furrowed, and she looked at Meka a few times, as if she was a little surprised that he could still laugh at this time.

"Well, just Mr. Anders." She walked in the door first and said, "After you come in, close the door."

"Okay." Meka followed in and closed it.

When she turned around, she saw Madam Pomfrey sitting in front of the white table. She pointed to the other white chair in front of the table and said:

"Let's go, take off the mask."

To be honest, I have always been interested in how doctors are treated in the wizarding world. Now is my chance... Meka smiled silently and took off her mask.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Madam Pomfrey said in as gentle a voice as possible.

Meka did as she was told, and the next moment she saw Madam Pomfrey holding out her wand, and a white light lit up on the wand, illuminating her eyes.

It was almost like going to the emergency room in my previous life. I was looking at the mouth and tongue to see if there was another 'Ah'... Just as Meka was thinking about it, she heard Madam Pomfrey speak again:

"Have you had any dizziness, vomiting, or nausea recently?"

Meka quickly replied: "No."

"Have you ever experienced sudden weakness in your limbs and black vision?"

Why does this sound like a question about hypoglycemia... Well, to tell you the truth, not only did I not have any weakness in my limbs, I also went to Hogsmeade last night and felt the strength of the Animagus wings again. A bit bigger... Meka replied again:

"No."

"Sit over here."

Meka obediently moved the chair closer to the table.

Madam Pomfrey stood up, put her cold hands on his eyelids, opened his eyelids, and brought the fluorescent wand in front of his eyes.

Well, it’s the eyes this time... Meka thought.

After answering nearly twenty questions, Madam Pomfrey took another tube of blood from him and said:

"It's fine now, but we still have to see if there are any problems with the blood test later."

"Well, you put on the mask and ask the other person to come in."

"Okay." Meka nodded, stood up from the chair, and put on his mask.

He opened the door, looked at the faces outside with their brows furrowed in anticipation, and smiled:

"Harry, you go in, it's just a check-up, it's okay."

Harry exhaled, nodded and said:

"Then I'm going in."

Creak~ The door closed again.

Meka sat on a chair on the corridor, looking at the two people still standing, and said:

"Won't you sit down for a while?"

"No, I can't sit down." Hermione looked at him, twisted her hands together, and continued to wait.

"Are you really okay?" Ron also looked at him.

Meka smiled and replied: "What can you do if you go inside? Madam Pomfrey is not a scourge, she is just doing a checkup for us."

"Okay..." Ron grabbed his already messy hair.

After standing there and looking at Meka for a while, he patted his face and finally relaxed his tone:

"I'm just telling you, if anything can happen..."

More than twenty minutes later, both Harry and Hermione had been examined, and Ron also went in for a while.

Creak~~The door opens again.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone coming out:

"It seems that everyone's initial check is fine..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Hermione ask in a trembling voice:

"Ron...is he okay..."

Meka squinted her eyes and looked at Madam Pomfrey at the door.

Her expression was terrifyingly gloomy at the moment, like the sky before a storm.

"You go to the lobby and wait for the blood test results. Mr. Weasley will need to undergo further isolation tests."

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