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"Harry! Ron! Hermione! Is Professor Graves okay! I just told Principal Dumbledore what happened, and he disappeared from me, leaving me alone in the principal's office. You guys Did you know that there is a phoenix in the principal's office? When that phoenix saw my coat, it drooled at the corner of its mouth. Fortunately, I had a chicken drumstick in my pocket that I had not eaten this morning. After I gave it to it, it Let me go."

The three Harrys and Harry were about to exchange commands with the Fat Lady when they heard someone running towards them. When they looked back, it turned out that it was Neville who came to them panting and holding Lai Hua in his arms.

"Neville, you!"

"Neville, you did a good job! You successfully completed the task. Professor Graves will be fine after that."

In order not to hurt Neville's fragile heart, Hermione interrupted Ron's words and praised Neville first.After all, Neville deserves to be praised for working so hard.

Harry echoed. "Yes, Neville. You have lived up to our trust. You are a very good companion!"

"exactly!"

Ron was slow for a moment, but looking at Neville who was sweating profusely and the worried look on his face, he was also moved by Neville.

Neville wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and his tired face showed an expression of relief.

It turns out that I was really busy getting Professor Graves on the list.

He was a little tired, but after being praised by the three people, an endless power poured into his body and limbs from his heart.

Neville wiped away the sweat and adjusted his sleeves.

Said shyly.

"I thought I informed Principal Dumbledore too late and would let the Aurors take Professor Graves away. Haha!"

Neville was a shy child who spoke out whatever was on his mind.

Hermione saw some wet dirt on Neville's clothes, but Neville didn't notice it when he was adjusting his robes.Then he walked to Neville and took out a silk handkerchief from the inner pocket of his wizard robe.

Pull his arm and wipe the mud off his elbow.

"Neville, what happened to your hand? How did it get hurt?"

Just as she put the handkerchief away, Hermione noticed that Neville's palm was abnormally swollen. She raised Neville's hand and found that the condition was worse than she thought.

The already plump palm was now swollen like a pig's trotter, and small wounds scratched by stones were densely covered throughout the palm.

The blood that seeped out has scabbed over, and some soil and small sand have invaded the wound to form black scars.

"what happened?"

Seeing Hermione holding Neville's palm, she shouted loudly.Harry and Ron also hurried forward to check.

"Neville, you fell? Come on, let's take you to the school hospital and let Madam Pomfrey help you bandage it."

"Harry's right, you can't do this. If you get an infection, it will be very painful."

Looking at Neville's injured hand, Harry and Ron spoke to each other, and their tone revealed their concern for Neville.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just accidentally fell down on the way back, it's not a big problem. I didn't feel any pain at that time. All I could think about was wanting to see Principal Dumbledore as soon as possible."

Seeing his three friends caring so much about him, Neville was a little moved and explained that these minor wounds were not that serious.

"No! Neville, you have to go to the hospital to get bandaged. Harry! Ron! Let's take Neville to the school hospital!"

Hearing that Neville didn't want to go to the school hospital, Hermione looked serious and asked Neville to treat the wound.Worried about Neville, she decided to go together.

"Well, let's go. Neville!"

Seeing the tough attitude of his three friends, Neville was unable to defeat them.I can only follow them to the school hospital.

"Where's your password?"

He watched the four little wizards standing in front of him moaning without saying the password.The fat lady in the oil painting on the wall asked impatiently.

"Sorry, we have to go to the school hospital first."

Hermione cast an apologetic look at the Fat Lady, then pulled Neville toward the stairs, accompanied by Harry and Ron.

They walked down the stairs, passed through the corridor on the first floor, walked out of the castle gate, and walked towards the school hospital.

The sun was already high in the sky at this time, and the biting cold wind had taken away the few dark clouds that were reluctant to leave.

The warm sunshine shone on the faces of several people, giving Harry and others a sense of warmth in this cold winter.

"Be careful in the future. There is such heavy snow. The road is very slippery. Your injury is relatively minor. I will help you clean the foreign matter in the wound and apply some medicine and it will be fine. There is a sixth grade student today. I don't know which one? My nerves went wrong and I actually jumped from the second floor into a snowdrift and broke my leg."

Harry and others gathered behind Madam Pomfrey and looked at each other in confusion as they watched what she said while cleaning Neville's wound.

Several people were a little shocked. Are the sixth-grade seniors so naughty?He actually jumped into the snowdrift from the second floor.

Ron wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that Madam Pomfrey would kick him out, so he suppressed his laughter and turned his face red.

It didn't take long for Madam Pomfrey to clean Neville's wound, apply a layer of milky white plaster, and finally wrap Neville's wound with white gauze.

In order to prevent the gauze from coming into contact with unclean things and penetrating into the wound, causing secondary contamination.

Madam Pomfrey also thoughtfully found Neville some very breathable and silky gloves for him to put on.

After bandaging Neville's hand, Madam Pomfrey asked them to leave.There were a lot of patients in the school hospital today, and she didn't want these little wizards to disrupt the order of the school hospital.

On the way back, the attentive Hermione noticed that sweat appeared on Neville's forehead again, and his face became extremely ugly.

Thinking that he was injured elsewhere, he asked with concern.

"Neville, what's wrong with you? Are you injured somewhere? You didn't tell us."

"No, no, it's not Hermione. It's because the wound hurts too much after being bandaged. Before, my attention was focused on Professor Graves. Now Madam Pomfrey is bandaging the wound and playing with it. All I can think about is When will the wound heal? But the more I think about it, the more I feel the pain caused by the wound."

Neville scratched his head sheepishly with his other hand.Afraid that some people would laugh at him, he looked at the statue in the garden.

Because the heavy snow had just stopped, the snow in the garden had not been cleared yet. The marble statue was buried in the thick snow, with only a griffin's head exposed, wearing a white snow cap.

Suddenly the majestic griffin turned into an amiable snow beast.

"Hey, I thought you were injured again. It's okay, just bear with it."

When she heard Neville's belated behavior, Hermione rolled her eyes at him and comforted him.