Harry Potter's Catastrophe

"Is anyone at school injured?" Harry looked at the hospital bed. The last time Fred was so serious, 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 getting 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 still alive and well. 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 patch on his back. There was no need to worry about bleeding from his back. What he was worried about now was that Harry and Hermione would find him.

Fortunately, he didn't tell Harry and the others about the Transfiguration Exchange Meeting so early, and 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 went to the Transfiguration Exchange Meeting too suddenly, 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, and 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 any 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 at all!

Hermione opened the curtain. 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, Sneezy~ 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 empty.

"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 today, 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 an 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 was unclear whether it had other evil effects. Her detection ability was 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 still 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 prepare cold medicine for you." Madam Pomfrey took out ten bottles. She was tired of mixing this recently.

"Perhaps 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 care 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 change 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 came closer, Carney became invisible and stuffed Xiao Hei's exposed tail.

What would he do if Hermione 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 made her decision. It was a big project for her to prepare the cold medicine for the whole school by herself.

"You can come tomorrow if you volunteer."

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 colleges 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 wanted to apply to Principal Dumbledore for a medical class. She could teach the students treatment knowledge.

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

She also couldn't be away from work for long periods of time. Someone had to be in the infirmary at all times, so the start of her classes felt 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 robe for you. I went to Mag's to pick up a set of school uniforms." Madam Pomfrey cleared the medicine tray and cup on the bedside table and returned to the mixing table.

Half of the cold medicine in the box has been taken away. It may not 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 changed into hospital clothes, took out the pendant from under the pillow, and put the 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 and lay back on the bed to read.

"No, I have to remove the cloth and make sure everything is okay before I let you go." Madam Pomfrey said, "It's still unclear whether your wound will be infected. The previous poison will still need to be observed for a few days. "

I knew it was really troublesome...