Harry Potter's Catastrophe

"Professor McGonagall, I'll stick to class."

That night, Carney explained the situation to Professor McGonagall, who came to visit with dinner, and planned to leave the hospital tomorrow.

Professor McGonagall decided to observe for a day after Carney's performance of lifting a hospital bed with one hand, tearing down walls with bare hands, and breaking bricks on his chest.

"If you insist, we'll check again tomorrow." Mag had no good way to deal with Carney's strong insistence. If he wanted to sneak out of the infirmary, she couldn't stop him.

This result was expected by Carney. Those performances were indeed useful and his efforts were not in vain.

"Okay, take off your coat and lie back on the bed. I have to see if your back is still intact." Madam Pomfrey interrupted Carney's thinking. Those performances just now scared her.

The wound she had worked on for a long time didn't want to open again. She also wanted to have a good sleep tonight.

"It's almost healed. I'm still so ingenious." Madam Pomfrey untied the gauze and the medical patch on her back, and applied a new layer of medicine.

"Today I still have to lie down on my stomach, but don't sleep on your side, let alone your back." Madam Pomfrey put the patch on him and tied it with new gauze.

"Don't you want to change the sticker?" Carney put on his clothes, feeling a little uncomfortable mentally.

A band-aid that has been on for a day will make you feel uncomfortable if you peel it off and put it back on again. You should replace it with a new band-aid.

"Then you have to ask the principal if the money pocket can bear it." There were so many healing patches, so she only took one in the infirmary.

Usually when there is an injury, it is usually cut off. Carney's entire back was once a wound. McGonagall said that Dumbledore would buy a new one if it was fully attached.

We don’t have it now, and even if we have it, we won’t replace it. This sticker can last for a month, but now it needs to be replaced in one day? Do children nowadays waste medical supplies so much?

"Okay." Old Deng said, after all, it costs nothing for them to go to school, and it doesn't cost anything to eat, drink, and sleep.

All the school reimbursement, Dumbledore may not have any savings, the school's money comes from the school directors.

"By the way, don't scratch your back just for comfort, otherwise the scars will be particularly ugly." Madam Pomfrey left two bottles of recovery potion and left.

Isn't it just itchy? Brother endured it.

midnight.

"Xiao Hei, move to the edge."

"Yes, yes, no matter where you are, don't stop later."

"Comfortable~ah~so cool."

Carney was lying on the hospital bed, the quilt had been lifted, and Xiao Hei was playing on Carney's back.

Xiaohei, who had become larger than an ordinary snake, was twisting back and forth on his master's back, responding to the strange request made by his master.

As a pet, of course it satisfies him!

The important thing is that you don't need to practice and you can still help your master. This job is very easy.

The sound made by the owner was pleasant, and it felt that its snake life had great value. It turned out that I ate and slept, ate while sleeping, and then just stared at the moon in a daze.

Now it can do practical things and make contributions to the world. This is the life of a snake.

"Don't stop." Carney didn't know what messy things Xiao Hei was thinking. He only knew that the movement behind him had stopped.

"Hiss~" Xiao Hei began to twist hard again, and changing his methods, he began to coil mosquito coils back and forth.

The itch was really uncomfortable, and he couldn't scratch it. He couldn't bend his hand when he rubbed it with his hand.

An idea struck and I thought of Xiao Hei. I might as well come to help if I was sleeping in.

"A thousand days of raising a snake can be spent in a moment." The itch on his back finally stopped, and Carney felt sleepy and fell asleep on his stomach.

"Hiss~" Xiao Hei swam back and forth several times around the place his master had mentioned before, but his happy voice disappeared and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Take a rest, take a rest." Xiao Hei wiped the non-existent sweat on the snake's head with his tail, and then got back under the pillow to sleep.

…

Hearing the rooster crow, Carney opened his eyes. The quality of his sleep last night was really good.

No nightmares, it seems that problem has been solved. Carney got up and stretched slightly. As for the book, he would wait until he regained his composure and go to the Room of Requirement to read it.

Who knows what there is, it’s okay to hold it, but it’s not necessarily possible to open it.

After sitting and resting for a while, Madam Pomfrey also came and checked Carney again and that was it.

"Don't you need anything to drink?" Carney didn't receive the potion he needed to drink in the morning, and suddenly a steaming breakfast appeared on the table, delivered by the house elf.

"Haven't you drunk enough? You can already eat food, and the rest will be rested by yourself." Madam Pomfrey took out the medical equipment and cleaned it.

After Carney finished his breakfast, the house elf took back the rest and sat on the hospital bed boredly, reading a book.

Madam Pomfrey was busy in the infirmary. It seemed that the healing herbs purchased by Professor Stroup had arrived, so she went over to see if they were needed.

Cold medicine has been placed on the table, leaving a note for them to pick up.

"Master Draco, I'm helping you." A voice sounded outside the infirmary for about an hour.

Carney hurried back to the hospital bed and closed the curtain.

Draco? Malfoy.

The only person in Slytherin who is called Master is probably Malfoy. He has been very popular recently, and many Slytherins in the same grade are close to him.

It turns out that in the first grade, Malfoy targeted Harry in various ways. Many Slytherins thought it was unwise, so they still didn't socialize much with Malfoy.

The Dark Lord fell, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Only a few pure-blood wizards still hated Potter, but most of them were grateful to Potter.

The Dark Lord was not very kind to their purebloods, so he was naturally happy to hear about his downfall.

Lucius Malfoy even wanted to have a good relationship with Harry. A man who knows the current situation is a wise man. The Dark Lord didn't even know where he was going, so why did he care so much.

Draco was entirely because Harry had disgraced him in front of all his peers and got involved with Weasley.

Now that Draco is no longer trying to escape, but is also taking the initiative to try out with them, it would be great to be able to join the Malfoy family. Draco is the only heir to the Malfoy family.

Carney only knew so much, from what the Weasley twins had to say.

"Madam Pomfrey is not here, help Draco to bed first." It seemed to be Pansy Parkinson, a girl who often stayed with Draco.

"Buy that damn Bludger and I'm going to hammer it a hundred times a day."

"Ah~ do you want to kill me, idiot." Draco was supported by Goyle on the hospital bed, and he immediately jumped up again.

"Sorry, I forgot that my butt was injured." Goyle quickly supported Draco and laid him down on the hospital bed.

Draco lay on the hospital bed, groaning in pain, his butt hurting even more from being supported in a sitting position just now.

He heard that Harry tried out for the Quidditch team and passed.

Now he is training on the field every week, and he also applied to be the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, but he was almost hit by the Bludger after only a few flights.

He fell off the broomstick, luckily it wasn't too high, and it hurt his butt.

"Why hasn't Madam Pomfrey come back?" Pansy Parkinson became impatient before even a minute passed.

"Students inside, do you know where Madam Pomfrey is?" She came to Carney's bed and saw that the curtains were closed, so she thought someone was here.

Carney did not respond and was ready to become invisible at any time. He should not be in the school now. If someone saw him, he would be exposed.

"Did the people inside hear it?" Pansy was too worried about Draco's situation. She raised her hand to see what the people inside were doing.

They have injuries here that urgently need Madam Pomfrey's attention, and the people inside don't come out to say a word. Could it be that they are sleeping?

"What are you doing?" Hermione shouted.