HP: The New God from Hogwarts

Newt deftly took an iron plate from the cabinet, put the white fresh water and recovery potion used to treat wounds on the plate, and walked towards Draco.

"Your own injury..." Taowu followed him worriedly and pointed at his back.

"It's okay." Newt placed the potion on Draco's bedside, then pulled a round iron stool and sat down beside the bed.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and used magic to remove Draco's cumbersome robe. The arms of the white shirt were stained bright red with blood.

Newt took a packet of white essence from the plate, opened it, and spread the white powder evenly on Draco's wound.

Before his fingers even touched Draco's wound, the boy screamed exaggeratedly.

"Oh, it hurts me so much. You must have done it on purpose, damn Scamander!"

Draco held the arm above the wound and kept groaning and cursing. He didn't want this annoying Scamander to change his dressing.

Newt ignored the curses in his mouth, held the empty piece of brown paper between his thumb and index finger, and twisted it together. The paper instantly turned into dots of orange sparks and disappeared into the air.

There were two bottles of potion in the iron plate, one red and one green. Newt's slender fingers pointed back and forth between the two bottles, as if he was hesitating which one to use.

Finally, his fingers landed on the glass bottle with green water. He pinched his index finger and middle finger, and the small bottle fell into his palm: "You are a Slytherin, I think you should be suitable for green."

Draco:? Is this how the potion was chosen?

Newt pushed the bottle cap open with one hand, took some cotton gauze from the plate, soaked the slightly rough cloth with green potion, and then pressed it on Draco's wound.

As soon as the potion came into contact with Draco's wound, the boy's expression changed dramatically, he took a deep breath, his teeth were chattering, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Luna, I feel like I'm going to die."

Draco stretched out his uninjured hand tremblingly, trying to grab Taowu's hand to gain some comfort.

Newt raised his eyebrows and pressed the cotton gauze harder. More potion was squeezed into Draco's wound. The suffocating pain caused by the potion caused his heart to stop for a second. The outstretched hand also paused.

"Luna, help me get the bandages and triangle towels from the cabinet."

Newt instructed Taowu, but his eyes lightly swept over Draco's outstretched hand.

"Eh, okay."

Draco watched helplessly as the palm that was about to touch him suddenly moved away, his arm hanging on the edge of the bed in disappointment, staring angrily at Newt's slightly smiling face.

This Scamander is even more annoying than Potter! (Grindelwald: Heroes see the same thing.)

"You are simply committing murder! I want to tell my father! My hand hurts even more after using your potion!" Draco's shouting voice could tell that he was really in pain.

Momo walked to Newt's side with a bandage and a triangle towel, looked at Draco's wounds and asked worriedly: "Is he okay?"

Newt smiled and took the bandage from her hand, skillfully wrapped it around Draco's drugged arm, and then used a triangle scarf to hang his arm on his chest.

"Severus' new potion. He said it is much more effective than the old version, but it will cause twice as much pain. I haven't used it yet. Let Mr. Malfoy try it first."

The words he said in a gentle tone made Draco's brain shake with shock. What does it mean to double the pain, and what does it mean to try Mr. Malfoy first!

Draco complained aggrievedly to Newt: "Luna, look at him! He deliberately used this potion to torture me!"

"Severus' potion." In response to Draco's accusation, Newt spread his hands and showed an innocent expression to Momo.

Seeing Draco's face gradually recover and still having the energy to argue, Taowu concluded that the potion was indeed very effective. She took the potion bottle from Newt's hand, put her nose close to the mouth of the bottle and sniffed it, which was very suitable for Snape. The aesthetic, smells bad!

"Okay Draco, stop snorting. Don't you still believe in Professor Snape's potions? Besides, Mr. Scamander is so old and he's still changing your medicine for your injuries!"

Draco snorted slightly, but now that she had spoken, he wouldn't say anything more.

Now it was Newt's turn to have his head buzzing, and what Momo had just said was rolling through his mind.

Mr. Scamander is old.

Perhaps, to her, she was really old and could not compare with the young and handsome boy in front of her.

The smile faded, and he packed the medicine bottles and trays back into the cabinet without saying a word, and walked out of the hospital wing quickly. He wanted to lose his temper, but he had no position.

The thin back looks a little lonely.

Taowu realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. If it weren't for himself, why would he have to wait for so many years and endure so many strange looks.

"Hagrid, look at Draco." Taowu patted the big man guarding Draco's bedside.

Draco didn't want her to leave: "Luna, I'm injured, and I don't want this wild man to take care of me!"

"Newt is also injured. I have to go find him. I just saw Crabbe and Goyle at the door. I'll call them in for you."

After Momo said that, she immediately chased out the door, letting Crabbe and Goyle go in to take care of Draco.

Newt stood by the balcony on the second floor of the hospital wing. He leaned on the railing and looked at the sky outside. The breeze blew his slightly curly brown hair, and his gray-green eyes were calm and lonely.

"Newt! I shouldn't have said that!"

"It's not your fault, Mr. Malfoy or Tom, they are both young, handsome, and full of energy. You are still young. They are indeed better than me."

"Unlike Mr. Scamander, who is older!"

The first words he said were calm and indifferent, but the last sentence was clenched and full of anger, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Momo thought he was always gentle, but it seemed that he was more lively and cute when he was angry.

She leaned forward and looked at the angry expression on his face. Newt turned his back and looked like he didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Well, I'd better go find Draco, no, go find Tom, he doesn't like to wear clothes."

Taowu smiled with her lips curled up, noticing that he was peeking out of the corner of her eye, and turned around pretending to leave.

As soon as she turned around and took a step with her right foot, her wrist was grabbed from behind.

Turning back, Newt held her wrist and stared at her seriously and intently with his affectionate eyes.

"Just kidding!"

Taowu took his hand and couldn't hide the smile on her face. She hooked her fingers at him and motioned for him to lean down.

Newt bent down, the girl stood on tiptoes, and her warm breath hit the tips of his ears.

He heard the most touching words.

"My favorite person is Newt Scamander!"