Harry Potter's Catastrophe

The itchy feeling on his back told him that flesh was slowly starting to grow on his back.

After entering the cultivation state, he blocked out all interference from the outside world. He was completely unaware of the red threads that appeared on his back and began to intertwine with each other on the large wound on his back.

The flesh and blood on the back began to grow, and the wounds covered with red threads gradually turned into skin color. This was actually growing flesh...

Morning came with a few roosters crowing, and the infirmary was slightly closer to Hagrid's hunting lodge.

The crowing of the rooster was neither too loud nor too small, just in time to wake up Carney from his cultivation state. The first ray of sunshine when the sun came out was not to be missed.

This thing probably has the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but it may not have the Purple Demon Eye.

Carney propped himself up, his back was itching all night, and now he's feeling a little better.

"Huh~" The chest that had been oppressed all day was finally released, and the pain on my back was no longer strong.

There was no discomfort when he moved his body slightly, but when his movements were a little too big, his back would be pulled, and the tearing pain would cause him to stop.

When I straightened up, I didn't feel much on my back, but my head suddenly felt dizzy and my vision suddenly went dark.

Carney knew that it was due to lack of blood. There wasn't much blood in the first place, and it was fine just lying down. But when he kept getting up, the blood on his head started to flow down and his head was empty.

After getting used to it, I got out of bed and walked around. Apart from not being able to bend or twist my body, strenuous exercise would basically not involve any injuries.

Picking up the magic wand on the bedside table, he created two floor-standing mirrors on the front and back. He couldn't turn around to look at the mirror behind him, so he could only use the sloping mirror in front to look at it.

"Recovering so quickly?" Most of the flesh on his back has grown back, leaving only a big scar on his back with some blood oozing out.

He didn't see the injury on his back, but he felt it wasn't serious. But it would be too fast for it to grow back to its original appearance overnight, leaving only a scar like a big gaping hole.

"The skin color in other places is the same as before, but the scar on the back is a bit scary." Carney lightly touched the place where the wound was.

The scar was like a canyon appearing on the plain. The ground was cracked and cracked, and the inside was scarlet, and flesh could still be seen.

Except for the crack and scar, the skin of the other wounds was actually the same as before. But what made him even more relieved was that the wound on his back was not as large as he imagined.

"It seems that my body is still in good shape. Maybe I have the physique to recover strongly." The only place where I touched the pain was the tear that had been torn apart by previous activities.

Everything else is as usual, it seems to be recovering well, and I should be able to fully recover in another day.

"Oh, Shet!" Blood began to flow from the gash on his back, and the big gash on his back had not yet healed.

In other words, the flesh there hasn't grown back yet, so standing up now is too abrupt and reckless.

He quickly lay down on the bed, but suddenly he got up, picked up the wand and fired it.

"Clean it up!" After cleaning the hospital bed, he continued to lie down. He had been lying down for a day and was sweating and bloody. He couldn't do it without cleaning it.

"Mr. Strang? Using magic now is not good for your health." The door was pushed open, Pomfrey also got up early, and there was still a big injury in the infirmary.

"You must have heard wrong." Carney threw the wand back on the bedside table. Only the sound of the plate and medicine cabinet being opened was heard. Madam Pomfrey had already brought a new tray of potions and placed it on Carney's bedside table.

"Merlin's beard is incredible." Madam Pomfrey noticed the wound on Carney's back.

"Isn't this true?" Madam Pomfrey took out her wand to check the wound, and it turned out that it had grown back to this extent overnight.

"Are you almost ready?" Carney said proudly as he lay on the bed.

"It's not that easy." After Madam Pomfrey checked, there was indeed nothing wrong with it. It was so weird.

"Mr. Strang, I want to keep some of your blood and must conduct careful investigation." Madam Pomfrey picked up an empty glass bottle.

She previously thought it was the effect of the medicine Carney took, but the effect of yesterday's medicine had long since worn off, and now it seemed that it was not the cause of the medicine.

"Of course, but please draw less." The body is still weak and there is not much blood to draw.

"Just a little." Madam Pomfrey used her wand to draw across Carney's back. The blood seeping out of the crack on his back was gathered and flowed into the glass bottle little by little.

"Do you need to take these too?" Carney pointed to the potion on the plate, which was one more than yesterday.

"Of course, but the wound still needs to be treated." Madam Pomfrey rolled out the medical cart, which was filled with medical equipment.

"I didn't expect that the wound would heal so quickly. The reason why your wound didn't heal completely was because the wounds nearby were not treated in detail."

"So?" It sounded like it was his fault, because he recovered too quickly.

"So the wound on your back needs to be re-opened." Madam Pomfrey poured another bottle of blue-gray potion and handed it to Carney.

"What is this?" Carney smelled it, and it smelled strange. "What? Cut it open?"

"To prevent you from taking all kinds of drastic actions because of the unbearable pain." Madam Pomfrey pulled back the curtain.

"Yes, the powder sprinkled yesterday has solidified on your wound, and ordinary cleaning methods will not work."

"There has to be a physical strike."

I chose a dog leash. He is not hard enough to have surgery without anesthesia.

"OK." Carney took a deep breath, pinched his nose and drank the potion.

Then, there was nothing more, Carney passed out.

When he woke up again, it was already afternoon. His whole back was tied with white gauze, and something seemed to be attached to his back.

There was a constant itching on his back, and it wasn't the kind of itching caused by flesh and blood. He had experienced it all night and was sure it wasn't.

"It's a bit like dog skin plaster." Carney could already bend his hand to touch it, and after rubbing it a few times, his back felt much more comfortable.

I really want to know what potion Madam Pomfrey used, so I slept for most of the day after just one small cup.

Carney felt thirsty, picked up a few bottles of potions on the bedside table and drank them.

There is a note attached to the side: the same as yesterday.

"Aha~ It tastes just as bad as yesterday." Carney drank several cups separately. He didn't want to drink them in chronological order, so he didn't have the time.

"Sneeze~" Harry's cold got worse again, and it rained for nearly a day during Quidditch practice.

"Mrs. Pomfrey? I'm here to get cold medicine." Harry gently opened the infirmary door, but Madam Pomfrey was not there.

"Aren't you here? What should I do? Use the Flying Charm?" It was Harry's voice.

"Maybe he went out. We'll wait for a while." Hermione was also there.

"Hermione, Sneezy~ You should know about cold medicine, right? Sneeze~ We can get it ourselves." Harry sneezed in one sentence and sniffed.

"What Madam Pomfrey prepared before is different from what she prepared at noon. I don't dare touch the medicine cabinet." Hermione refused on the spot.

"If I had known, I would have come and picked it up in the morning." Harry didn't feel very well, and Madam Pomfrey didn't know when she would come.

"Yeah, you just have to wake up five hours earlier."

"Where is Madam Pomfrey? What took it so long?" Harry cleared his nose.

"There is another injury here. It should be soon." Hermione pointed to Carney's hospital bed. There was a white curtain drawn there. The curtain would only be drawn if the injury was serious.