[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Madam Pomfrey, who was woken up in the middle of the night, was in a terrible mood. "Dumbledore! What's going on here!" She opened the door with a candle in her hand.

"Oh, Madam Pomfrey, there was an accident." Dumbledore said apologetically, and with a wave of his hand, the unconscious Harry and Christo flew in and landed gently on the bed.

Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened: "It's the two of them again, do they use the school hospital as a dormitory?" Ron, who was behind Dumbledore, limped in with Hermione's support, weakly He said calmly, "And I..." Before Madam Pomfrey could growl, he quickly jumped onto the hospital bed and lay down.

Madam Pomfrey glared at Dumbledore, took out her wand, and something flew out of the counter with a clatter.She walked quickly to the most serious Christo, and while waving her wand, she said to Hermione: "Miss Granger, please take out the potion in the purple bottle and mix it with hot milk, and find a way to make Potter Drink it down sir, Mr Weasley, take a piece of chocolate and eat it in the shape of a cube." She swung her wand wildly, splints of different sizes flew past, dragged the broken bone, and the white bandage was deft. He slipped through Christo's tattered robe like a cocoon, wrapping her tightly from head to toe.

"It looks like it should be all right?" Dumbledore asked tentatively.

"He's not dead yet." Madam Pomfrey was still very angry with him. She held her head up and walked to Harry's hospital bed. At this moment, Hermione had made Harry take the potion. She and Ron watched nervously. Madam Pomfrey, because it looked like Harry was asleep.But in fact, he didn't wake up after such a big commotion. Christo guessed it was because of excessive blood loss, but what was the reason for Harry?

"Miss Granger!"

"Here!" Hermione jumped up from the chair like a frightened bird.

"Take the blood-boosting potion, and Miss McMillan will let her drink it as soon as she wakes up." Look, there are so many students entering and leaving the school hospital every semester, and she has memorized their names. Thinking of this, Madam Pomfrey again Gave Dumbledore an unhappy look.

"Professor Dumbledore...Professor Dumbledore..." A weak voice suddenly rang out.

Dumbledore walked over with strides, and Christo seemed to be a little sober.His white eyebrows raised slightly, a little surprised, he thought he would have to wait a little longer.Crack, Hermione broke a cup, she hurriedly cleaned up the residue, and hurriedly continued to search for the blood-generating potion.

Christo slowly opened her eyes: "Is the Philosopher's Stone okay?"

"Of course, child." Dumbledore took out a stone and put it in front of Christo's eyes, "You did a good job, it's complete, isn't it?"

"Well, it's complete, Professor." Christo's eye circles turned red all of a sudden, "I almost did something wrong." Hermione ran over, holding a glass of blood-boosting potion, and helped Christo up, hello When she got down, her hands were shaking all the time, and she almost spilled the potion.

"It's not your fault, child." Dumbledore patted her on the head, "I think you'll be alive and kicking again tomorrow, and I'd love to hear what happened, remember what I like to eat? "

"I remember." Chris nodded, and Hermione gently held her hand.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Dumbledore showed a kind smile, ignoring Madam Pomfrey's glaring eyes at him, "Miss Granger will go back to the dormitory for a while and have a good rest." He walked to Harry's bed , Harry was still in a coma, he rubbed Harry's head, then turned to Ron and said, "It's great, Mr. Weasley, I wish you a sweet dream." , walked out briskly.

Madam Pomfrey angrily mixed a red potion with a blue potion and shook vigorously, she was still very angry—three students were injured in one night, and it was so serious.

"Madame Pomfrey, can I sleep here for the night?" Hermione whispered, and Crystal was watching her like a puppy.

"Of course not!" Madam Pomfrey roared.

Christo looked at Madam Pomfrey with tears in her eyes: "But I don't know the bed, I can't sleep..."

Madam Pomfrey looked like she was about to eat her.

In the end, Hermione stayed in the school hospital, not only because Madam Pomfrey couldn't do it all by herself, but also because Christo held Hermione tightly, acting as if I was the best patient.

The next day, when Christo woke up, it was almost noon, and Hermione was sorting out the gifts of the three of them in the room. At this moment, she was holding a toilet seat in her hand, frowning, as if she was considering whether to throw it away.Ron sat on the bed muttering something in a low voice.Harry was still under the covers, and it seemed he hadn't woken up yet.Christo stretched her waist, the splint on her body was taken off at some point, she just felt relaxed.

In the afternoon, when Harry still didn't wake up, Madam Pomfrey took off the bandages for Christo and checked her for a long time before allowing her to leave.Christo couldn't wait to go to Dumbledore's office.This is the second time, and Christo still feels nervous.She sat primly in the chair, and Dumbledore stopped the quill in his hand and looked at her.

"Professor Dumbledore..." she whispered, and she found that some of the portraits of the previous headmasters hanging on the wall had woken up and were looking at her with half-open eyes, which made her even more embarrassed.Professor Dumbledore gave her a cup of honey tea, and she held it in her hand, it was cool, just against the summer heat.

She told the story of what she remembered, and when Professor Chino said that she should have served her master, she secretly glanced at Dumbledore—a trace of surprise appeared in the old man's blue eyes. "I don't know why he said that - I didn't know about the mysterious man until I received the admission letter, Professor." She still explained uneasy.Dumbledore nodded slightly, motioning for her to continue.Christo took a sip of honey tea anxiously, her mind was still in a mess at the moment.She couldn't imagine what she would do if what Professor Chino said was true.

A kind smile appeared on Professor Dumbledore's face, he put the quill back into the ink bottle, and put his hands on the table: "Anyway, you did protect the Philosopher's Stone."

"But I almost killed Harry." Kristo snapped her fingers guiltily.

"That's because Kino cast the Imperius Curse on you - a black magic that even adult wizards can't resist. You don't have to blame yourself." Dumbledore said the reason sharply, "Go on, Miss McMillan. "

That's why Christo wasn't so disturbed. She didn't remember the following things so carefully, and her physical injuries kept her thinking in a fuzzy state.She noticed that Professor Dumbledore was no longer surprised.

"So you didn't get the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

Christo looked at him in surprise, but said honestly: "I have no way to protect it, so it's better not to know, I kept telling myself not to see the Philosopher's Stone, not to see the Philosopher's Stone— —I really didn’t see it.”

Dumbledore gave her an approving look: "Then what did you see?"

Kristo tilted her head, and said with some distress: "The real mirror image—but what I saw before was not like this."

"It's really rare!" A third voice came in, and Christo was taken aback. She looked around and found that the old principals hanging on the wall were all looking at her kindly.

"Professor?" Christo was puzzled.

"The Mirror of Erised allows people to see what it wants most, the truest desire in its heart - you did a good job, Christo, you were determined at that time, so what you saw was the truth."

is that so?There was still some confusion in Christophe's sapphire blue eyes, Porgy didn't lie to her, she had seen the desire in her heart, but why couldn't she understand what she wanted?Is it because of amnesia?Christo didn't want to sink her mind into that mess again.After she came out of Professor Dumbledore's office, the guilt in her heart had already been reduced by half, and she made up her mind to spend the rest of her time researching Professor Snape's potions.But before she took a few steps, the Weasley brothers rushed out from nowhere, each holding her arm.

"Hi, Girl Who Lived."

"We heard from our little brother this morning that you fought bloody battles last night."

Christo struggled speechlessly, but the two brothers almost thought she was squeezed into a sandwich biscuit.

"Why don't you tell us the real situation—"

"I heard that you didn't go in with Harry and the others..."

"Okay, you want to know the truth, right? Turn around and go straight, the password is lemon ice cream." Christo glared at them, it's really abominable, can she bully a little girl just because of her size?

"Okay, let's get down to business." Fred's facial muscles twitched, his whole face straightened up, but when George smiled, he broke his work all at once.

"Harry okay?"

"When I came out in the afternoon, he was still awake." Christo looked at the two of them suspiciously, really not beating around the bush.

"Our brother Ron and little Hermione told us that you fly very well—" Brother Weasley blinked harmlessly, "You know, the match against Ravenclaw is coming up... "

"Will you let me..." Christo's eyes widened.

"You're so smart, you're indeed the smartest student in this academy, ah, don't leave, Professor McGonagall has agreed—oh, there's one person missing anyway, isn't it? It doesn't have to be you, just let you try to fly— "

"Don't try to be perfunctory - the hope of all Gryffindors is with you..."

Christo glared at them angrily: "Haven't I not tried to fly yet? Why is the hope of all Gryffindors here?"

The Weasley brothers smiled mischievously, picked her up and ran to the Quidditch field.